Divine
Hotel
Divine
Series
Book
One
Nicole
Loughan
Genre:
Time Travel/ Mystery
Publisher:
Can’t Put it Down Books
Date
of Publication: 03/28/2016
Number
of pages: 212
Book
Description:
Time
is running out for Philadelphia’s Divine Hotel…One woman is
tasked with saving two children who lived at the once majestic hotel
but she soon learns that there is more to their history and the hotel
than she ever thought possible. To save them she’s going to have to
re-set the clock for everybody at the hotel and the only way to do
that is to go all the way back to 1964. Righting the wrongs of the
past will be no easy feat, because there are those willing to fight
to keep their sins buried in history.
When one is stooped over a computer
writing about murder, lies and betrayal sometimes it can be good to
have company.
For three years I wrote all by myself,
not venturing out much into the professional world, unless you count
going down the street for a coffee and sitting next to another person
pecking away at their computer as a co-worker. While I was sitting in
a well-lit café streaming with calming ambient music I wrote about a
series of grisly murders which revolved around two Cajun girls for my
Saints Mystery Books. Later, and still in solitude, I wrote a time
travel mystery where two kids who face one horrible situation after
another, not knowing that their misfortune was set in stone decades
before they were born. I wrote these heart wrenching scenes I was
alone, never bothering to look over at any of my “co-writers.”
Sometimes, I just wanted to look over
and read back a sentence I had written and ask, “Does this make
sense to you?” That’s when I started googling for writing groups.
I found the perfect alibi, I mean group, “Sister’s In Crime.”
They are an organization dedicated to bringing together woman who
love writing about crime and mystery and enriching their endeavors
with regular speakers. Technically, there are a few gents in the
group too.
I knew when I attended my first
Sister’s in Crime and watched a demonstration by a certified Search
and Rescue Dog that I was in the right place. One day a month I get
out of the house and learn a little more about crime and murder. I’ve
learned how things really go down when a lie detector operator is
grilling you for questions and a few of the ways to spot a seasoned
liar. I’ve also learned a great deal about how advocates for
victims work.
It really helps
make my search history much less frightening. Since joining Sister’s
in Crime I have met the President of my local chapter, Sandra Carey
Cody, who has written many books, with some big name labels. I’ve
also met with many publishing vets and newcomers. It’s been great
to bounce ideas off of likeminded writers and not sound like you are
a little touched in the head. For anybody who is trying anything
alone, I highly recommend getting out, if you are like me and like to
delve into the world of murder, mischief and mayhem I recommend you
do it with friends.
You can find Nicole’s latest book
Divine
Hotel for sale on Amazon for an introductory $2.99 special. Her
Saint’s Mystery Series are also available on Amazon starting with
To
Murder a Saint.
You
may know Nicole as the syndicated humor columnist, “The Starter
Mom,” or from her Best-Selling Saints Mystery Novels. Because of
the series’ popularity, Amazon chose it for their Stipend Program
to be turned into an audiobook at their expense.
An
award-winning journalist and author, she was recognized by Writer's
Digest as a top fiction writer in 2015 and won honorable mention in
genre fiction from the Writer's Digest annual self-publishing
competition for her Saints Mystery Series.
Nicole
writes for two daily newspapers in the greater Philadelphia area and
as a columnist for Happenings Media. Prior to working as a writer,
Nicole was an Agency Social Worker for the Philadelphia Department of
Human Services, where she first learned about the subject of her
latest novel, Divine Hotel.
Nicole
grew up on a rural farm in Southern Michigan, but she was always a
city girl at heart. She still has a penchant for
straight-from-the-dairy cheese, but otherwise prefers to spend her
days in New York and Philadelphia and her adopted hometown in Bucks
County. The mother of two, she is a soprano in The Bucks County
Woman’s Chorus and an amateur pianist.
Excerpt:
A
long time ago, before most people can remember, a palace stood over
Philadelphia. It was a place of refuge for the weak and weary of the
city, a shining monument of marble, oak and brass that towered over
the metropolis.
Good
and evil were kept in balance there, until one day the scales tipped
and evil won out. As the years passed, the marble and brass were
stolen, and the oak was stripped of its shine. As the hotel fell into
ruin, its inhabitants followed. All was not lost, though, for there
was one chance to save the hotel—and its inhabitants—from this
fate. Hidden not far away was an otherworldly gift meant to right the
wrongs of the past, if only the right person could find it.
2002
“You
can’t catch me,” the boy shouted as he flung open the doors to
the dilapidated dining hall. The room was lit by slivers of sun that
peeked through the cracks in the high ceiling, and sporadic beams of
light that shone through hastily fastened boards covering the room’s
many broken windows.
All
that was left of the once great hall were water-stained plaster
ornaments positioned high up on the ceiling, far out of reach.
Everything of value was gone. The light fixtures, hardwood floors,
door knobs, and every last bit of shined marble and brass had been
stripped away. The floors were an uneven terrain of warped wood and
broken boards. The edges of the room were a tapestry of trash, but
the center of the great space, which had once housed long oak dining
tables, was completely bare.
The
girl in pursuit walked gingerly over the broken boards. She kept her
eyes on the ground and squinted to keep the dust floating through the
air out of her eyes.
“Slow
down, Darrius!” she shouted.
She
paused in front of a hole in the floor, which blocked her passage
into the great room. She stared down and saw only darkness, which
could mean the hole opened only down to the next floor, or could
possibly reach as far down as all ten floors.
“Come
on, Carol,” he shouted. “You aren’t gonna fall going over that
tiny hole.”
She
watched him move with feline grace over the broken boards and
gathered her courage. She involuntarily held her breath, took two
steps back, and focused her eyes on a point just past the opening.
She
ran as fast as her legs would carry her toward the gap. She pushed
off and wobbled as a loose board slid away from her. She fell
awkwardly forward and threw her arms out to catch herself. She
scratched her palms reaching out for the ledge and only managed a
precarious hold. If she’d weighed just a bit more she might have
fallen in.
Darrius
raced to her. The strain of holding on was too much for her, one by
one her fingers were slipping, the pinkies first, then the ring
fingers, and then all at once the rest gave way and she fell. Darrius
grasped her wrist just before she slipped out of sight. He grunted as
he pulled her up and out of the hole. As soon as he had her over the
edge he fell backwards and she landed beside him with a thud.
Carol
lay back and caught her breath as Darrius joked, “I could’ve made
that jump with you on my back, you chicken.”
She
stared up at the ceiling and pointed at a plaster fruit basket.
“Darrius, look, the ceiling. It’s changed again.”
He
looked up and said, “I don’t see anything different. You always
think that ceiling looks different. Who do you think would get all
the way up there and fix the ceiling?”
“It
does change,” she exclaimed. “It always looks like it’s about
to fall apart, then it’s patched back up. Yesterday that fruit
basket was just a hole in the ceiling.”
He
laughed so hard the ground shook beneath him. When he stopped he
realized the floor was shaking without any work from him, and he
bolted upright.
“What
is that?” Carol demanded, as she jumped up and looked down at the
floor.
“It’s
somebody pounding,” Darrius yelled as he, too, jumped up to his
feet.
More
knocks rang out around the hall, shaking up dust, which floated
freely through the room. Suddenly a shout could be heard below their
feet. “Keep it down,” followed by a more distant yell, “Shut
up.”
When
the pounding ceased they could hear the wail of sirens outside.
Darrius jumped up and ran to peek through the boards.
“What?”
Carol asked.
“It’s
the cops.”
“What
do we do?”
“We
run.”
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