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Stay Stay
Series: Alpha
Genre:Werewolf Paranormal
Length: Novella
They hadn’t seen each other in years, but once they met again, Lowell knew Lin was all grown up at last. He didn’t think any woman could accept the kind of guy he’d turned out to be, but Lin had known him a long, long time. She challenged him, aroused him and convinced him she was more than ready to be his mate.

Now all they had to do was convince his hostile family that she was were enough to take them all on. And that she was kinky enough to handle Lowell one-on-one or in a pack.

Publisher's Note: This book contains sexual acts that may be offensive to some readers: ménage and homoerotic sexual contact.

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“STAY is not a story for the faint of heart. Themes include: menage a trois, homoerotic sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism and sex while both partners are in werewolf form. But if you’rere not one of those easily shocked, you’ll find the explicit sex to be both plentiful and sizzling. A thoroughly satisfying read, STAY deserves a place on the shelves of werewolf lovers everywhere.”
—Lori Ann, RRT Erotic

“I truly enjoyed this story, not only for the sex which was just awesome, but for the depth of the characters. Ms. Harte provided the reader with a deep emotional growth for both Lowell and Lin.”
—LT Blue, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

Stay is a beautifully written book about true love, the strong bond of both family and mates, and loyalty between friends and packs.  The authors descriptions of this interesting were who is Alpha through and through yet in the bedroom likes to be topped are both sexually explosive and gripping.  This book will leave you hot, sweaty, and looking for your significant other. You can't help but fall in love with the world that Treva Harte has created and root for the success of these interesting creatures. Alpha 2: Stay is the sequel to Walk Away. I highly recommend this series to anyone who enjoys some suspense along with their erotica.”
— Tara, TwoLips Reviews

“ALPHA 2: STAY is not for the faint of heart. The hero, Lowell enjoys both men and women in his bed and sometimes both at the same time. This story will definitely get you hot under the collar with its explosive love scenes. Lin is the perfect mate for Lowell and stands toe to toe with him in the sensual arena. Lowell's family makes their relationship a little difficult. They must come together to move past them and prove that they are right for each other. Treva Harte is on my auto buy list because you never know what she will come up with next for her amazing characters.”
—Angel, Romance Junkies

Stay drew me in from the first word to the last and I really liked the way the characters were able to still surprise me at the end.  Treva had already made me a fan with the first Alpha book and this story only confirmed that. ”
—Maura, Joyfully Reviewed

“Lowell and Lin burn the pages up from the second they meet. You can feel the heat coming off the pages of the book and I was sure I would get burned. With a bond that started when Lin was a young girl, you can really feel them reconnect as they realize they are meant to be.”
—Jenn L, Romance Junkies

“Ms. Harte has penned another fast-paced werewolf tale with Alpha 2: Stay, a sequel to Walk Away, and they should be read in order for the greatest enjoyment, and understanding of pack life and continuing characters. Stay drew me into the story from the very first page and didn’t let go until I’d finished the last world.”
—Mystical Nymphs, Literary Nymphs

Behind the Book

Lowell and Lin’s story didn’t exactly write itself, but it certainly kept demanding to be told. With lots of sex, of course. Lowell is a complicated guy but Lin can match him.


Excerpt from Stay

“Ahhhhhh. Ahhh, fuck, that’s good!” The stranger gasped above him. The man’s weight suddenly collapsed against his back as his temporary partner shuddered out the last of his climax.

Lowell shuddered, trying to catch his own breath, still gripping the wall for balance.

He drawled out the words, forcing himself not to suck for air with each sentence. “Yeah. Yeah, not bad at all.”

The world stopped spinning a split second afterward. The man pulled out and then off. Everything was back to normal. Lowell took another deep breath and stepped away from the wall.

“Ah ... thanks, man.” Lowell buttoned his fly and strolled away from the alley without another look. He’d learned no one appreciated good-byes, least of all himself, after a quickie.

When he got near the bar at the other end of the dirty little alley, he paused, trying to decide if he felt any better.

Not much. The immediate need had drained off, but not the underlying problem.

Moonbeams hit his face through a break in the buildings surrounding him. Almost a full moon. Shit. That never helped his itch.

Lowell hesitated at the bar’s battered door and listened to the music wailing inside about good times, bad women and cold beer. Why go back at all? He’d been there before -- maybe not this particular bar in this particular part of El Paso, but to enough bars just like it and enough men just like his already forgotten partner.

You’d think I’d be tired of this by now. Shit, I am tired of it. Thirty-one and still picking up the flotsam at two-bit bars to fuck.

Lowell grinned. Maybe the real problem was his cock still wasn’t tired and it hadn’t had any ass tonight.

He was an idiot. There was more than enough ass at home. Why did he hang out at these damn places and let himself get picked up like he was some kind of desperate whore?

Because I once was a whore. That’s why. Sometimes going back to where he’d been as a scrawny kid, back when he was ready to bend over and be fucked on command -- literally and figuratively -- reminded him that his life now wasn’t all bad. Hell, there were plenty who would envy everything he had right now. He was the one with the problem. He just hadn’t quite found what he needed yet.

And odds were that he wouldn’t find it tonight. He should give it up and leave. He had responsibilities now.

The volume of the music rose up in the bar, sending its false notes about the good times to be had. He wasn’t restless enough to get suckered in by that, was he? Then again, he’d left his hat in the bar. No harm in getting it before he headed back.

Telling himself he was being stupid to linger, Lowell stepped back inside anyhow. The bar was smoky and noisy and like a million others. That was no surprise. There was nothing for him here and never would be.

Lowell walked to the back booth, where he could see his Stetson hanging on a hook against the wall. One minute, two minutes, and he’d be gone. The babble of drunken or excited voices hit his ears and he tuned it out. No more beers tonight. No more cock.

“I’m not interested.” The cool voice that cut through his protective shield was female and husky and somehow familiar.

Pussy. That was something different.

His damn cock twitched. Bad idea, cock. Pussy is way too dangerous for us.

“If you’re not, then what are you doing here?” The male voice answering her was slightly drunk and very unhappy.

“Maybe I should have said I’m not interested in you.”

Lowell glanced over at the couple, deciding no one else cared whether he eavesdropped. The bar was getting more intriguing by the minute.

His eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared just a little once he saw her. She was a pretty girl. Tall. Reddish-brown hair, blue eyes. Flat stomach with a tiny ring attached to her belly, a fact she had no problem showing off since her skimpy little T-shirt cut off just under her boobs.

“Maybe you’re too picky.” The man started to get up from his chair.

Pretty and she smelled ... He sniffed again. She smelled like someone he should remember. Lowell scowled, keeping himself from rubbing his forehead with an effort. Sex, no matter how meaningless, made you sluggish. Why couldn’t he place her?

He didn’t have time to think about it, though. The girl got out of her chair, facing the would-be pickup artist down. Her jaw jutted out as if she meant to confront him with more than words. The kid was tall and looked strong, but she was still facing a drunken man. Lowell knew what that meant.

Unless he intervened.

“The lady isn’t interested because she’s with me.” Lowell stepped up to the guy’s elbow and growled the words into his ear.

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