Dante, Love at the Haven 1
By Stella Shaw
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Everyone deserves a second chance – both in life and love.
Dante's been fooled in love before, and his career is dead in the water – he’s determined he won’t be betrayed again. In between part-time jobs, he’s been tricking at the Haven, a run-down London hotel, and rebuilding his independence. But on a particularly cold winter’s evening, a disaster in Room Four nearly finishes him off for good. Will he and his new friends lose the shelter they’ve come to rely on?
When they meet the hotel’s new owner, Rick, they don’t expect him to accept the rent boys who’ve been using the hotel’s hospitality, however respectful they’ve been. But while negotiations are in progress to renovate the Haven, Dante meets Rick’s friend Blake. Neither of them can ignore the sudden, fierce spark of attraction between them.
Blake is successful, rich, and totally committed to honesty. And, apparently, just as determined in having a relationship with Dante. As they explore the physical fascination between them, they can’t help developing the emotional bond too.
But if Dante confesses his past to Blake, will that be the end of everything? Or will their time at the Haven provide the comfort and understanding that both men have been seeking?
This is #1 in a series of rent boy romances, featuring the fond, fun, and fascinating family they create for themselves at the Haven Hotel.
Stella Shaw
Stella Shaw is a pen name of the best-selling author of MM romance, Clare London. Stella's series of Rent Boy romances, Love at the Haven, launched in January 2021.See all the details at her website stellashawauthor dot comJoin her newsletter at bit.ly/stellashawNewsand find her at:Facebook: stellashawauthor + Facebook Group /stellasstarsGoodreads: /stellashaw + Bookbub: /authors/stella-shawInstagram: /stellashawauthor/
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Dante, Love at the Haven 1 - Stella Shaw
LOVE AT THE HAVEN 1
A RENT BOY ROMANCE
STELLA SHAW
Copyright 2021 / Stella Shaw
Published first for the Winter Wonderland Giveaway 2020
Smashwords edition
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Contents
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
ELEVEN
TWELVE
THIRTEEN
EPILOGUE
ONE
I was bent over the bed in a second-floor hotel room, stark naked, with my seven o’clock appointment balls-deep in my arse when the roof fell in.
Literally.
He was putting his all into it, thrusting as if it were an Olympic sport, and panting so loudly that, at first, I thought the creaking sound was coming from him. The rooms in the Haven Hotel weren’t soundproofed, but the clients could usually be as loud as they liked. The properties on either side were empty at this late hour, and we were far off the tourist track, in a dimly lit side street in Earls Court. Basically, London had better things to do on a Tuesday night, with Christmas still six weeks away. No one else was listening—or cared.
You’re hot. Fuck, it’s so hot,
he grunted. He wasn’t a bad lover, as it happened. We were playing some kind of boss/PA scenario, which he’d asked for in advance. So, I’d had time to buy a pair of nerdy reading glasses and borrow a necktie off Liam. I wasn’t an actor of West End standard, believe me, but I could clutch a notepad and strip off a pair of decent trousers as well as any paid escort.
You like this, boy?
he growled, and gave an exceptionally hard shove. His cologne was strong, and his sweaty palms slid along my skin, but I couldn’t fault his stamina. He had to be in his late fifties.
Oh, yeah,
I said breathlessly—more breathlessly than I actually was, but the shy persona came with the rules of the game. Though ‘boy’ always made me wince. I was twenty-six, but I suppose I was grateful for good bone structure that made me look younger. Give it to me harder, sir!
The room was chilly and damp: the heating never worked properly in number 4. Snow had been falling all day, it was the coldest November in London since records began, and the Haven was struggling to keep up.
The creaking was getting louder. It was more than Mr Seven O’clock’s enthusiasm, or even the complaint from my left knee’s old rugby injury. It came from above my head, a cracking, groaning noise. Outside, the snow clothed the city in a kind of breathless hush, covering roofs with a pale lustre, and deadening the sound of traffic and pedestrians passing by. The unexpected quiet meant the creaking noise was even more pronounced.
I realised the real threat when a lump of sodden plaster fell with a splatter on the mattress beside me. Mr Seven O’clock was still thundering away, but it caught the edge of my arm. Moments later, the second lump landed on my head in a spray of wet snowflakes, clogged dust, and debris.
What the hell?
Mr Seven O’clock yanked out of me—ouch—and leaped away from the bed. Christ, the whole place is collapsing!
Belatedly, he thought to ask, Are you okay, kid?
I shook the stuff out of my hair and peered up. There was a four-foot wide patch of bald ceiling above me, a dark wet stain that crept across the gap, and further cracks spiralling out from the centre, alarmingly quickly. The whole damn thing was going to fall any minute. I pulled myself upright and grabbed for my trousers.
Let’s get the hell out of here.
I heard sudden activity on the landing. Someone yelled for everyone to vacate the rooms—probably my pal Arne—and someone else laughed hysterically. Right. Whatever the crisis, that would be the new boy, Tom.
To my amusement, Mr Seven O’clock hesitated. Look. I mean, what about the sex? I paid for the full four hours.
You want to keep fucking while the bloody house falls down around you?
I rolled my eyes, dropping the young naïf look in the face of a genuine, grown-up crisis.
He flinched. No need to take that attitude, mate.
I relented. He’d only come once tonight so far, and now he’d have to travel home on the Tube with blue balls. Look, I’ll refund half your money, okay? Can’t say fairer than that.
As if to seal the deal, another lump of wet ceiling chose that exact moment to thump onto the mattress and splatter debris everywhere. With a curse, he stumbled backwards to the door.
I followed a little more slowly, but also cursing. Because in stuffing my feet hurriedly into my boots, I discovered they were now full of the bloody stuff.
Snowflakes and building dust between your toes? It was a crap look by anyone’s standards.
TWO
We gathered downstairs in a cold and bleak Reception. The four of us regulars—me, Liam, Arne and Pyotr—and Tom and Micah, who’d only just started renting rooms. Every client had left, with or without refunds.
What happens now?
I asked.
We were on dodgy ground, and I didn’t just mean the ceiling falling in. The Haven Hotel was currently unoccupied—apart from us—ever since the owner had gone into hospital six months ago. Technically, we were squatters. We paid the basic utility bills, but none of us had any legal rights.
And why we were here at all? Well, it had just sort of happened. We’d each drifted here, friends of one or the other, finding a deserted building that still had some amenities, and using the last few habitable bedrooms for our escorting. Back alleyways and cars get boring, uncomfortable, often dangerous, and at this time of year? They’re bloody freezing, too.
"There’s