Micah Release Blitz

Book Title* Micah, Love at the Haven book 3

Book Author* Stella Shaw

Publisher* self-published

Length* 194 pages / 57k words

Release date* 12 April 2021

Subgenres* Contemporary, MM, romance

Other* Available at Amazon and in KU

BUY LINK* books2read.com/micahhaven3



Book Blurb*


Micah and Fox weren’t each other’s first choice – but might they be the last?


Easygoing Micah takes the role of peacemaker at the Haven Hotel, where he’s one of the long-standing escorts. But beneath his tolerance he’s hiding turmoil and anger he daren’tlet loose—the last time it got the better of him, his whole family fractured. However, on one fateful night, Micah strikes back at an abusive client, and also finds startling passion with a pop star travelling incognito. Blindsided by both, his life is never going to be the same.


Fox’s band is an online sensation, just about to break into live events. A talented songwriter with his career on the rise, he’s held the band together since they were all in college. So why does his public life now fill him with dread, threatening to rob him of his precious voice? Seeking anonymous comfort at the Haven, he’s mistakenly paired with Micah, and what was meant to be a straightforward business transaction affects him in a way he never imagined.


Two confused men in need of love and understanding—can they find it together?


Exclusive Excerpt:

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting,” he said. “I’m afraid we ask for appointments only.” His voice was low, the welcoming tone licking around me like a hot shower after a cold day. Maybe they talked to all clients like that, but it eased its way into me, soothing and stimulating me at the same time. Hell, that voice could do wonders with the right song. I wondered if he could sing in tune; what music he listened to.

“I’m already booked. And paid,” I said.

“He must be Liam’s no-show, Micah,” the skinny man said in a cracked whisper, though plenty loud enough for anyone to hear. He’d sidled up, wary eyes peering at me over the drop-dead gorgeous guy’s shoulder. Micah. Was that his real name?

I frowned. “I got held up, that’s all. Why’s it a problem?”

“Well, your escort has been… rescheduled,” Micah said. He looked genuinely apologetic. “You can make another date for him—”

I couldn’t help it: I let out a frustrated groan.

“—or if that’s not convenient,” he continued smoothly, “I’d be happy to be your companion instead.”

I stared at him for a long moment. He stood there on show, steady but tense, his muscles tight under a sexy mesh top. I could see his nipples, large and dark under the fabric. His lips were plump, those gorgeous eyes wide and thick-lashed. He really was beautiful. But, even so, not my usual choice of guy. He was slight, lithe like a dancer, about my height and maybe only a couple of years older than me. I usually liked someone stockier, older, less delicate, more butch. All the things I guessed I wasn’t myself.

Trying to think of a suitable reply, my horniness nagging at me like a demanding toddler, I licked my lips.

His gaze changed suddenly, from basic, business-like politeness, to something darker and fierce, flickering in his pupils like a flame. Did he genuinely want me? Looked a hell of a lot like it, and that sent a shiver of excitement through me.


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