Today it is my pleasure to welcome author Michael James and his urban fantasy series, The Hotel.
No one has ever escaped from the Hotel at the End of Time. Until now.
Vain only wants to be left alone, but the Hotel has other plans. Forces will align against her: a group of multi-dimensional felons collectively named The Wyatts; and their leader, Trick, a mild-to-medium psychopath with a fondness for impractical jokes.
The only way forward is to go back. Back to the one place in the world she swore she’d never return.
Back to the Hotel.
The Hotel at the End of Time
Vain is the only person to ever escape from the Hotel at the end of time. On her way out, she took their prized possession: A Padlock that grants immortality.
They will do anything to get it back.
The forces of the Hotel are aligned against her: mundane items turned into weapons; a group of multi-dimensional felons collectively named The Wyatts; and their leader, Trick, a mild-to-medium psychopath with a fondness for impractical jokes.
Everything changes when Vain meets Emma, a timid grad student with impossible and terrifying powers. Together, they are propelled into an adventure that will see them battle the Wyatts, blow up several objects of significant value, and quite by accident, discover a way to stop the Hotel.
Even with Emma, Vain has a lot of problems to deal with.
She’s exhausted from being hunted.
Stopping the Hotel might kill them.
She has a hangnail.
But Vain is resourceful. Vain is clever.
And she always has a plan.
The Well at the Bottom of Everything
Vain thought destroying the Portal to the Hotel at the End of Time would mean freedom for her and Roman, but her happy ever after is coming to an end.
A horrible mistake and a stray bullet force her to infiltrate the Hotel and contend with a new and terrible power: The Well at the Bottom of Everything.
Friendships will be tested. Loyalties will be broken.
The Hotel will have its revenge.
The Funniest Answer Award Goes to …
In my books I’ve always have one minor character who insists on playing a larger role in the story. So when authors visit this blog, I love to ask them if there was such a character in their novel.
Well, sooner or later I was going to ask that question to someone like Michael James. I suspect he frustrated many a teacher during his childhood by refusing to take their very serious questions seriously.
Please enjoy his hilarious response. (I did!)
Speaking of secondary characters, this is probably a spoiler, but the ghost of John Milton lives in my books and I cannot shut him up. I don’t mean this in a literary sense; John Milton is not a character in the novel. I mean that reading the story literally summons the ghost of John Milton who will come live in your home.
On the surface, I’ve written a simple story about a girl with no memory who escapes a Hotel at the End of Time that uses humans as batteries to power itself. It’s a simple tale, almost a trope for how often this story shows up in popular literature. I’d like to think I put a unique spin on the genre. But where was I? Oh yes. John Milton.
How was I supposed to know that writing this book would represent the exact perfect sequence of words required to summon John Milton to your home? I honestly had no idea.
Things you can expect from the ghost of John Milton:
1. Tons of talk about Paradise Lost. We get it dude, you wrote a classic. Move on.
2. Cheats for Skyrim. Dude is a huge Skyrim fan. Apparently they have Skyrim in Hell. Oh, PS, John Milton is in Hell.
3. Really terrible dating advice. Wear hats? What does that even mean John Milton?
Anyway, so yeah. He really ended up taking over. But to be clear – John Milton is not in my book. Just he shows up when you read it. What is in my book is laugh-out-loud humor, non-stop action, memorable characters and just about the best possible time imaginable.
The Author’s Story
Michael James spent his formative years writing, and when he wasn’t writing, he was writing. A mistaken belief that a “real” job would be more satisfying led him down a dark path that did not involve writing but did involve meetings. Fortunately, he has since course-corrected and is back on the right (write? Ha!) path. The Hotel at the End of Time is not his first book, but it is the one with the most Hotels in it.
He lives in Canada with his family. When he’s not writing, he does Canadian things – saying sorry a lot, being polite, talking about the weather, you know how it goes.
Find the Author
Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Michael-James/e/B07P8GJS8K
Buy the Book
The Hotel at the End of Time: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08QG59SXL
The Well at the Bottom of Everything: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B095CL2T6H
Yes, there is a giveaway
The author will be awarding a $50 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.
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My Favorite Excerpt
From The Well at the Bottom of Everything
“Can you unlock the phone?”
“I think so.” She pecked at the phone with her nose.
“Why don’t you have face recognition turned on?”
“I don’t like my phone judging me. I need to put on lipstick before I text? Come on.”
“That’s not how… it doesn’t matter. Is your code one, one, one, one? You need to change that.”
“This is the exact correct time to have that conversation,” she hissed. Her screen flashed with a green text bubble.
“It’s Roman,” she said. “He’s asking where I am.”
“Tell him to bring Emma and come save us. Actually, I don’t care if he comes. We need Emma.”
“Hey, Siri,” Vain whispered at the phone. “Call Roman.”
“Calling: Rome.” Siri’s robotic voice blared from the phone and Vain cringed. She stopped moving and waited for the Wyatts to come beat the crap out of them. Thankfully, they were still arguing and didn’t hear.
“Don’t call Rome. Turn your volume down.”
“Turning down volume,” whispered Siri. Better. Stupid phone robot.
“Call. Roman.” She spoke slowly, so stupid Siri would do better.
“Calling. Row Man’s boating supplies.” Vain hissed at Siri to hang up.
“Text him back,” Mark said, sounding frustrated.
“Siri. Respond to Roman. Wyatts. Come rescue.”
“Texting. Roman. Whites come stew.”
“We’re going to fucking die,” Vain said.
Michael James — we appreciate your sharing your series, The Hotel, with us! Best of luck with sales, and with all of your future writing.
And thanks for the excerpt and the guest post. They both made me laugh so loud my husband came out to the porch to make sure I was okay. (He doesn’t think I am and now he blames you. )