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Time Series: Books 3 & 4 Time Series: Books 1 & 2 — No Time to Dream and Second Time
Book 1: No Time To Dream — Left alone to raise her daughter and her orphaned siblings, Jennifer's life is dedicated to responsibility. Disturbing visions of her missing (and supposedly dead) fiancé, Victor, who disappeared in a plane crash almost two years ago, still haunt her dreams. How can she justify lusting after another man?

But Victor's best friend Jack is here. He's real and very alive. Lusting after Jack's sexy body makes Jennifer feel disloyal...but she's not sure she can help herself, especially when Jack sets out to prove he is the man of her dreams.

Book 2: Second Time— Victor has always wanted Cee Cee's sister. Cee Cee has always wanted Victor. When things fall apart for Victor, she seizes her chance. But things don't always go as planned.

Will CeeCee and Victor get it right the second time around?

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"Ms. Harte is an expert in the art of pacing, feeding you morsels of information, then mixing them together to whip up a batch of story. This reader was always left hanging on from paragraph to paragraph, waiting for the next turn to be revealed."
- Connie, A Romance Review

"In NO TIME TO DREAM, the emotions of the characters, the choices they make and the struggle they go through is very vivid. Treva Harte has done a wonderful job of bringing to life the struggle of letting go of a tender childhood love and embracing a very adult passionate love."
- Michelle Houston, Sensual Romance

"NO TIME TO DREAM is a very hot, fast-paced read. The chemistry between Jack and Jen is remarkable and the emotional pull of the story leaves the reader eager to know what happened next. Ms. Harte has penned a great read I would definitely recommend."
- MaryEllen Kunkel, Sensual Romance

"NO TIME TO DREAM is a sizzling, poignant, and realistic love story. Maybe the best relationships are those that start with friendship and then lead to love. The first book in a planned series, next up are the stories of Jen's two sisters and her brother. This is my first novel by Ms. Harte, but it won't be my last!"
- Denise Powers, The Best Reviews (Sensual Romance)

"Treva Harte definitely knows how to spin a good tale. This story had everything. Love, romance, family and heartache filled the pages."
- Bea Sigman, Romance Junkies

"Treva Harte does it again with a remarkable story that is very much a romance."
- Flora, Sensual Romance

"Treva Harte did an excellent job on this erotic novel. I wanted to be Jennifer throughout this whole book and I still did even after I put the book down. It is well-written and makes the reader believe in falling in love again."
- Traci Amor, The Romance Studio

"NO TIME TO DREAM addresses many of those thorny questions we'd all like to avoid if possible. How long do you mourn? When is it okay to start living again? And when faced with the past or the future, which do you choose? Ms. Harte has crafted a fine tale of love, responsibility, and the difficulties inherent in moving forward."
- Maggie Ryan, Sensual Romance

"No Time to Dream captured my attention from the prologue. I loved the twists and turns that carry you through the story at a fast pace all the way to the end…A great romance with wonderful, sexy love scenes."
- Patricia McGrew, Timeless Tales

Behind the Book

No Time to Dream was the first book I wrote after many, many years of not writing. The idea of a woman torn between two equally attractive men sounded interesting to me. I had to add lots more sex and lots more editing before publication...first books always need lots of work...but I'm really glad Jen and Jack and Victor and crew will have their chance.

Reviews for Second Time

"Ms. Harte has written another winning contemporary love story."
- Denise Powers, Sensual Romance

"Author Treva Harte once again creates ... an equal amount of sizzle and ... emotion. I really enjoyed meeting Victor and Cecelia, and all the other characters in this sexy little romp."
- Reva Moore, Just Erotic Romance Newsletter

"Although the passion and lust that Victor and Cecilia share is fantastic what makes this story great is the emotional growth and healing they go through."
- Oleta M Blaylock, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

"Treva Harte writes a story of adversity and the complications of loving within a family."
- Debi Sullivan, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

"This is a powerful tale of healing, forgiveness, family and love that readers should not miss. THE SECOND TIME is another Treva Harte story that I am glad to have on my keeper shelf."
- Tracey West, The Road to Romance

"SECOND TIME is very fast read that is so hot and steamy…This story just proves that love is better the second time around."
- Patricia McGrew, Sensual Romance Reviews

"A book for true romantics, Second Time is sure to be a book you will re-read time after time."
- Angel Brewer, The Romance Studio

"SECOND TIME is as great, if not better, than the first book in the Time series. Family emotions are just as rampant, the sex scenes are just as sizzling, and the storyline is very well written."
- Jennifer Wardrip, Romance Junkies

Behind the Book

I always had a fond spot for both Victor and Cecilia, so I had to write The Second Time. I wanted to give them a chance at the happiness Cecilia’s older sister had in No Time to Dream. But they’re so headstrong they had to do everything the hard way. Darn characters.

Excerpt from No Time To Dream

© Copyright Treva Harte, 2003


It was the dream again.

She knew it was because she felt the underwater quality to it, the unnaturally slow motion of bodies. She knew because she struggled to stop but, just like an undertow, she sank back into it once more.

They were in the airport. Victor was jiggling his foot while they waited, just as he always did when he had to wait. Jen laid her hand on his leg.

"Less than a half hour, darling," Victor leaned over to tell her. "We'll be out of here. Anywhere in South America you want to go, Jen. Do you think you'll like Rio de Janeiro? Next assignment I'll try for Europe. I know you want to see Paris—"

That was when the loudspeaker announced her name. Jen's stomach knotted as she went to the phone. Victor followed behind her, his hand touching her shoulder. Jennifer listened and began to cry.

"Victor—my parents," she managed. "Cee Cee says they're in the hospital. It was a car accident…Vic, I have to go to them."

Indecision chased over his face. Then, just as she had heard it over and over in her head, done over and over a million times before, she told him, "You can go. It's a new job and they wouldn't understand if you weren't there. I'll catch up as soon as I hear—"

"Is it bad?" Victor asked. "How are they?"

"I don't know. It sounds bad but Cee Cee doesn't have any real information yet. The girls are waiting in the hospital. Someone has to be there for them. They're just teenagers. Vic, I can't go now."

He hesitated. For him, this was the big moment, the big job as a photographer, the chance to finally leave. He had been waiting for this chance forever. He had been waiting for them both to be able to go together. Maybe she was the only other person who knew how desperate he was to escape at last and show everyone that he could do this. She tried to smile. They both knew what his decision would finally be. The airline's crackling microphone announced the final departure for their flight.

"I'll call," he said at last and bent to kiss her hard. "Give your parents my love. Call Jack to pick you up or get a taxi to the hospital. We'll sort it out as soon as we can. Don't worry. Jen, I love you."

"Victor, I love you too—"

She was almost awake now. This was where the dream always ended and she had to wake up, realizing that the worst thing in her life had not only happened but she had to dream it over and over again.

Jennifer let out a deep breath as she woke up. She braced herself. Sometimes what came now was worse because then she knew she was awake. This part was true.

And then it came.

The hurt washed over her again, just like when it hadn't been a dream. The pain was there—it never seemed to lose its intensity. But she hadn't known what was coming when she and Victor had first made their decision, back when the scene in the airport had been real.

She struggled for more sleep, even though she knew the dream and the questions would keep coming back again.

Abruptly, Jen got up. She couldn't go back to sleep and she couldn't bear to keep thinking. Throwing some clothes on, she decided to forget even trying for a normal night.

* * *

Jen sat out on the porch with Poppy curled up companionably next to her. Who needed sleep when the dark night sky had bright stars and the evening breeze started to cool down the heat? It didn't matter if she was alone in the quiet. She didn't need anyone with her.

Despite what she didn't need, she smiled when the Lexus pulled into the driveway next door. Jack was home. He hesitated when he saw the porch light on next door. Obviously he wasn't in the mood for neighborly company.

Jen would have let him go on in and said nothing, but Poppy jumped up and ran over, barking furiously and wagging cheerfully, in her usual confused fashion. Jen stood up to wave and shush the prancing dog.

She felt a little embarrassed, as if she'd been spying on him. Of course that was ridiculous. Shoot, if she waited up to see him every time he came home late, she might never get any sleep.

He walked toward her. She saw the remnants of a tomcat grin on his face, saw in the way he walked that he hadn't been out late working. Or at least not working on anything to do with the firm.

"Nice night," Jen observed. "Too nice to sleep."

"Nothing wrong, is there, Jen?" Jack asked.

What a nice guy. He was looking at her with genuine concern. He did care. Even if he was a ladies' man and she wasn't one of his ladies.

"No. Thanks for asking, Jack." She ran her hand briefly down his cheek. "Did you get lucky tonight?"

He shifted his hands to the back pockets of his jeans and didn't answer. Jen couldn't quite interpret the look on his face but she knew enough about his expression to hastily pull her hand back. The lazy amusement usually in his eyes wasn't there.

"Sorry. That was a little personal. I hope you did. I'm sure she did," Jen hastily changed the subject. "I guess I could use an early night myself. I need to get up earlier tomorrow if I'm going to beat you into the office."

"Try it." Jack was unconcerned as he issued the old challenge. "It hasn't happened yet. But you're welcome to make me coffee if you do get in first."

They shared a smile. The older partners had their secretaries and paralegals wait on them hand and foot. Fetching coffee was just one of the ways the secretaries had to defer to them. Jack had never even hinted she was anything but a professional, with her own work to do. It was one of the things she liked so much about him.

"If I do, be careful about what you find in the cup," she said. "Tomorrow, Jack."

Her long brown hair was braided, the way it usually was. He wished it was loose.

Her thin T-shirt clung to her back. He wished she was walking toward him instead of away.

While he was at it, he wished her shirt was off. He could imagine her, her hair partially covering her skin, concealing and then revealing her breasts. Her eyes, staring at him shyly, desire in them. She wouldn't be sure what to do about what she wanted. He could show her.

He felt the desire hit him again and braced against it. After all, it was nothing new. He could live with it. Just.

"G'night, Jen."

She went inside, shutting the door firmly, with the dog trailing obediently behind her.

Damn it, she'd done it again. Even after he'd spent hours in bed with someone else, she just had to look at him and he was twisted up with desire and despair and now this sick feeling of guilt. He didn't owe her fidelity. He didn't owe her anything but friendship. He gave her that unstintingly. Always.

Jack sank onto the porch chair where she had sat. He could smell her scent on the chair's pillow. Then he put his head in his hands...

Excerpt from Second Time

© Copyright Treve Harte, 2003

“I’m saving myself for our wedding night.” He gave her his most expressionless face.


“Because you’re still sick. Because your family is here. Because this will be—traditional.”

Damn, I don’t know why. Because it seems right. Pretty Cecilia. If we just hold off, maybe I can figure out how to not make you look so afraid. You deserve better.

“You’re just trying to tease me. Aren’t you?” Cecilia hated when she couldn’t figure out if someone was playing with her.

“I don’t object to teasing. Do you?” He slid his hands from her wrists to just under her stomach. His fingers splayed down, almost but not quite touching her mons.

“I can take anything you want to dish out, Vic.” Cecilia hoped she was right. Her legs were ready to buckle, but this time it wasn’t because she was sick. She knew how good Victor’s hands were. “I hope you can, too.”

“We’ll have to see, my bride.” His fingers inched down a millimeter more.

Did he expect her to back down? She didn’t ever back down. She just changed the rules. Right now, she didn’t like Victor’s rules anyhow. Cecilia tilted her pelvis up, he slid his fingers down, until the tips rested lightly on her clit. They stared at each other, challenge issued.

“I thought you weren’t going to touch.” Cecilia reached out, let her fingers rest on the top button of his fly. She didn’t unbutton, she didn’t touch further. Under her fingers, his stomach muscles tightened in anticipation. She didn’t look down, but she bet that wasn’t the only thing tightening.

“I said I was saving myself.” Victor kept his hands where they were. Close, but not quite close enough to where she wanted. “I didn’t say I would save you.”


“Really. Let’s see what we can do for you. You’re looking…hungry.”

“Bastard.” She said it without any particular anger, though, because his grin promised all sorts of illicit delights. “I can control myself.”

“Can you? On our weekend I seem to remember stories when you couldn’t wait. Stories involving a vibrator and a dildo—” He didn’t budge.

“You would remember those stories even though you didn’t remember to call me. What if I told you they were just…stories?” Cecilia decided to turn the tables. She didn’t touch his cock. He said he was saving himself. The same rules didn’t apply to her. She most definitely did not want to be saved. Instead she unbuttoned the top of her shirt, watched his eyes follow her. She unbuttoned another. “Just a little sex talk to get you off?”

“You did. But they sounded real to me.” Victor tilted his head. “If I checked your room, would I find a suitcase full of toys?”

“You’re welcome to come to my bedroom if you want. I don’t have to share with Vicky. But I thought you were above that sort of thing until we got married.” Cecilia unsnapped the front clasp of her bra. “Toys are fine, but I’ve moved forward. Now I do piercings, too.”

She enjoyed hearing his sucked-in breath when he first caught sight of her new ornaments. Lazily she rolled the tiny nipple rings in both breasts, taking care with each circular stroke, letting them both enjoy the sight of her nipples beginning to pucker.

“Now your hands could be on me, if you wanted.” Cecilia fought to sound steady. “But since this staying untouched before marriage is so important to you, I’ll just manage on my own. I wouldn’t want you to compromise yourself.”

“You fight dirty, Cecilia.” He stepped back away from her but she knew she had his attention. She pinched one nipple. His eyes dilated. Now. He’d give in now.

Instead he stepped back further.


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