Book Title* Rick, Love at the Haven book 2
Book Author* Stella Shaw
Publisher* self-published
Length* 140 pages / 40k words
Release date* 11 Feb 2021
Subgenres* Contemporary, MM, romance
Book Blurb:
A gift of a man for one night. The promise of so much more.
When Rick Thatcher’s beloved aunt leaves him the run-down Haven Hotel, he’s amazed to find a group of young men running an escorting business out of it. Intrigued and impressed, he allows them to stay. But sacrifices have to be made to keep the hotel running. The hotel is always short of funds, and the guys… they’re sexy, they’re fun, they’re loyal friends. But they can also be a bunch of trouble. Rick has no time left for romance.
Until the night Eliot Walker arrives at the Haven, naïve but brave, looking to discover what it’s like to be an openly gay man at last. He wants to spend the night with a man, one who can excite and guide him. But an escort? He’s nervous of what he’ll find.
He finds Rick. Just the kind of man he’d choose to have his first experiences with, if it was possible. And from Rick’s point of view – on this one special night, and for this one special man he can’t take his eyes off – why shouldn’t it be?
If only this could be more than one night. But their potential happiness and the Haven’s security may already be under serious threat.
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Another person stood up from one of the waiting chairs in the lobby, half hidden behind a potted plant. It was Eliot Walker.
“Rick,” he said softly, nodding at me.
Fuck, but he looked fine. Nervous, just like his first visit, but very, very fine. He wore a dark green polo shirt and black jeans, with a light jacket folded on the seat beside him. He coloured at the sight of me, and it made the glitter of his eyes even more pronounced.
“That’s not aimed at me, is it?” He gestured at the spanner in my hand with a strained smile.
“What are you doing here?” I said, like some stupid, stunned creature. Because that’s suddenly what I was. A creature whose chest had tightened painfully, whose heart suddenly took on a double-time beat.
“I haven’t been able to make a booking before now,” Eliot said quickly. “They kept saying you weren’t free, for some reason. So, I came over tonight, just on the off- chance, you know? And luckily, Tom’s been very helpful—” I bet he had. “—and said you were here tonight. I’ve settled the bill already.” His gaze flickered over my body. I lowered the spanner, but I was perversely glad I looked like shit, my hair tousled, dirt on my scruffy old clothes, spots of rusty water on my hands and arms from where the hose washer had worked loose.
“You look so good,” Eliot said, even more softly. His shoulders tensed, as if he was repressing a sudden shiver, though the lobby wasn’t too cold. I wished he had some way of turning off those wide, hungry eyes, because they were very distracting.
“It’s a mistake, I’m afraid. I’m not available.” For the first time in my life here, the business words felt clumsy on my tongue. “I’ll have your money refunded, of course. Unless you’d like to choose another man.”
“I’ll be free after ten. So will Micah,” Tom murmured in a sly tone, lounging against the desk. “We’re mates. Good mates. We often work together, you know?”
When I glared at him, he winked back. He didn’t seem to care if Eliot—or his current client—saw.
“I don’t want another man,” Eliot said, very clearly, very firmly. The other client snorted from behind Tom.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him, standing there, challenging me with his gaze, his words, his whole body. And that board-room tone of his? I loved that, especially. My jeans were old and loose fit, but they still tightened across my crotch.
Eliot took a step towards me. “Do you want me to cause a scene, here in the lobby?”
“Of course not.” The local police knew me, and tolerated the hotel well enough. They knew we didn’t cause trouble and were always discreet about what actually went on here. But I couldn’t afford to draw extra attention.
“Oh.” Eliot paled. “No, I didn’t—for God’s sake, Rick, don’t look so worried. I’m not going to start screaming blue murder, or something ridiculous like that. That was just one of my jokes gone wrong.”
“You think it’s a joke?”
He sighed, red in the face by now. “Please. Forget all that. I’m here because I want another evening with you. I’ve booked, I’ve paid. I can’t see what the problem is. This is kind of embarrassing, you know.” It was, for both of us. And I could do without the audience. “Come on then,” I said.
Could I be less gracious? Yet every nerve in my body ached to be in a room with him again, naked, touching, laughing, fucking.
Eliot ignored my tone and beamed. “What room are you in tonight?” I turned to the desk where Tom and his client stared at us with naked, shameless curiosity. “Room 1, Tom.” “Sure.” He didn’t move an inch.
“Put it in the book, please.”
“Okay, okay.” He gave an exaggerated roll of his kohl-lined eyes. I didn’t miss his smirk as I turned away and gestured Eliot in front of me towards the elevator.
Stella Shaw is the penname for an author of MM romance.
Her new Rent Boy Romance series: Love at the Haven launched in January 2021.
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