Hotel of Death: the chosen one


This is my debut novel. Hotel of Death.

Richard is an author on the cusp of writing his third and final book. However, things get a little waylaid when the truth comes out. He flees to Boston, to lick his wounds, heal and unwind.

However, the Hotel he is staying at isn't so quiet. Richard is a pawn, who is moved around the board, with someone always telling him, you can trust me. But who can Richard really trust? After all isn't everyone out for their own interest and self-promotion? He's just a pawn in the game, and since when can vampires be trusted?