The Seven Hotel Stories are available in a single, wonderful, novel-length volume, both as a paperback and as an e-book.
But what are the stories? Here’s a quick summary.
The first Hotel Story is called The Two Rooms. It involves an obnoxious guest; a Prime Minister on a moral crusade; a high-class call-girl; some Russian ice-hockey fans; an angry Japanese sushi chef; and a startling twist. Is it my favourite? Perhaps it is.
The second Hotel Story, set somewhere in the Former Soviet Union in a hotel with some ugly problems including bribery; corruption; and a guest with deeply unpleasant proclivities, is The White Blouse. This one has a couple of scenes which are not for the squeamish. Actually, all of the Hotel Stories are intended for adult readers.
The third story, Gents, is set in sunny Florida and involves a congress of hoteliers; alligators; and an ambitious colleague who does not respect Ms N. Bad move.
The fourth story, Britches shows how Ms N and Tatiana first met; and sorted out the hotel owner from hell using a Combined Burns Night and St Patrick’s Day Ball; the President of China; and something Tatiana found under a handsome Scotsman’s kilt.
The fifth story, Too cool to be corporate, takes Ms N and Tatiana to the Caravanserai Ultra Platinum – “the coolest and most ecological as well as the most luxurious hotel on earth”. Find out why Tatiana says that “every paradise contains a serpent”; and how Ms N prevents two murders – which could have been laid at Tatiana’s door.
In the sixth story, The Swedish Woman, a man is found dead in a hotel elevator awash with blood. But who has killed him? The suspects are many, including the enigmatic Swedish woman, whose identity is a closely guarded secret. If Ms N and Tatiana cannot find the murderer before the untainted-by-corruption-of-any-kind Minister of Justice can summon his portly Chief of Police, disaster looms.
The seventh story is The Three Heads. Why is social media saying that Tatiana’s luxurious but loss-making hotel, the Caravanserai Ultra-Platinum, hidden inside a hollowed-out mountain above a relic-strewn plain, is flea-infested and plagued by theft? Only Ms N can prevent a catastrophe.
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