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Today, I'm delighted to turn my blog over to friend and fellow author, Sharon Buchbinder. She has dropped in to tell us about what inspired her to write about a hotel inspector in The Haunting of Hotel LaBelle.
Before I go, here is Sharon's wonderful cover, short blurb and book trailer for The Haunting of Hotel LaBelle. My blog is all yours. Enjoy!
When hotel inspector, Tallulah Thompson, is called in along with her pug,
Franny, to investigate renovation delays, she meets an extremely annoyed and
dapper turn-of-the-century innkeeper. The only problem is he’s in limbo,
neither dead nor alive, and Tallulah and the pug are the first to see him in a
hundred years. Cursed by a medicine woman, “Love ‘em and Leave ‘em Lucius”
Stewart is stuck between worlds until he finds his true love and gives her his
heart. When he first sees Tallulah, he doesn’t know what he’s feeling. Yet, her
stunning beauty, and feisty attitude pull him in. With the fate of Hotel
LaBelle on the line, Tallulah with the help of a powerful medicine woman turns
Lucius back into a flesh and blood man. She and Lucius team up to save the
hotel, but Tallulah can't help but wonder if he will ever let go of his past
love and learn to love again.
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Hotel LaBelle and the Making of Tallulah Thompson
After sharing numerous travel horror stories with a writing friend, she said, “You should write a book about this!” Ta-dah!! I drew from these experiences to create Tallulah Thompson, Hotel Inspector and her partner and pug, Franny.
My husband and I travel a lot for business and pleasure. Over the forty years of our marriage, we have stayed at everything from a stunning boutique hotels to fabulous bed and breakfasts to corporate chains. We even stayed at a Motel 6 in a blizzard in Davenport, Iowa in the late 1970s. It was so cold, my husband had to keep going out and starting the car every two hours so it wouldn’t freeze and we had to put towels at the door to keep snow from blowing in (you may see a theme here).
I will share Good, Bad and Ugly hotel experiences we have had and ask your readers if they have good, bad or ugly hotel experiences they’d like to share. I will give away three (3) Kindle e-copies of the Haunting of Hotel Labelle to three random commenters.
I will share Good, Bad and Ugly hotel experiences we have had and ask your readers if they have good, bad or ugly hotel experiences they’d like to share. I will give away three (3) Kindle e-copies of the Haunting of Hotel Labelle to three random commenters.
The Good is Really Awesome
Here are the reasons why this stay with a family run bed and breakfast, the Foster Harris House is always a slice of heaven.
The rooms Elegant and cozy, each spotless room has its own unique personality. We prefer the Mountain View Room which has a sitting area and a shower with about six showerheads, maybe more. I lost count. When you arrive, a covered dish with homemade cookies await you.
Here are the reasons why this stay with a family run bed and breakfast, the Foster Harris House is always a slice of heaven.
The rooms Elegant and cozy, each spotless room has its own unique personality. We prefer the Mountain View Room which has a sitting area and a shower with about six shower heads, maybe more. I lost count. When you arrive, a covered dish with homemade cookies await you.
The owners: Ten years ago, John and Diane MacPherson gave up jobs in corporate America to pursue a dream. A self-taught chef and avid bicyclist, John’s talents in the kitchen are up there with the finest. As you can see from the photos, breakfast alone is worth the trip, with creative and exciting combinations of taste and visual delight. Dinners are a lovely, leisurely affair. This is not fast food. This is divine food.
The area: Washington,
Virginia was George Washington’s (yes, that one) first planned city. Now, not
to be too critical, but the town is pretty small and boasts about two stop
signs. Don’t let it’s petite stature fool you. It is filled with artists, great
cuisine, and is nestled at the base of the Shenandoah Mountain range, right
outside the National Park. It is also a short distance to Luray Caverns if you want
to see how our earth began. Breathtaking on both counts!
The Bad was Pretty Bad
Here are the reasons why this stay
with a large corporate chain was a bad experience (no name because after I
launched a letter writing campaign to the corporate customer service
department, we did receive a refund).
The room: One of the basic things a human needs in a home, car, or
hotel room is heat. When we arrived in Chicago on a windy day in the
perpetually windy city, it was overcast and chilly. We were put into a room on
the 41st floor that had a sloooooooow flushing toilet and no heat. The next
day, we complained and were moved to a newly renovated room on the 45th floor.
Soon we discovered the new room (furnished by IKEA, without even dresser for
your clothes) also had no heat.
We called and were told by "at
your service" (not) that there would be no heat forthcoming, and that “you
are the only ones complaining.” They would turn the heat on only after
receiving sufficient complaints from the entire hotel. What that magic tipping
point was for a majority vote, I do not know, however, the entire hotel system
it seems had two settings: hot and cold. And all we got was cold and colder.
The thermostat in the room was a fake for show, as it did not work.
In shades of Motel 6, we obtained extra towels to block the draft coming
under the door and while in the room had to wear overcoat and blanket to work
at the computer. I had no gloves sans fingertips, so to keep writing I had to
get up and warm my hands under the hot water in the bathroom.
The staff: With few notable exceptions, the staff were indifferent and
condescending. Where ever we went in the hotel, the lobby, the elevator, the
Concierge Lounge, the gym, people complained bitterly about how cold their room
was. When I asked for a heater, the same person who said I was the only one
complaining said they were all “checked out to guests.”
Housekeeping: The Housekeeping staff were on the floor, bright and early
at 8 am, shouting down the hall to each other, music BLARING (not in
earphones), and slamming carts into walls and doors. About a quarter of the
rooms had PRIVACY signs on them. My guess is those people wanted to SLEEP. With
the cacophony in the hallway, I doubt they could. I know I tried, but the noise woke me up.
The area: Downtown
Chicago, IL, a great WINDY city. We
lived there for over a decade. I recommend visiting only during summer and
early fall, as the weather is either HOT or COLD, just like the hotel thermostat.
The Ugly is Hideous
A business trip to St Louis took us
to yet another corporate hotel which boasts a low price, free WIFI and
complimentary breakfast (powdered eggs, but we won’t go there). When we
arrived, my husband dropped me off with the luggage and took off. He did this so
I could take a desperately needed nap—and I checked in to Hotel Hell.
The hotel was under construction. Not just a minor renovation, we’re talking jack hammers on
every floor, going from 9 am to 7 pm. When I approached the desk, I gave my
name, received room key and a bag of goodies: ear plugs, a water bottle and a
granola bar. The clerks at the desk found it amusing when I said I really
needed a nap. They LAUGHED at me and suggested I put a pillow over my head to
go with the ear plugs.
But wait, there’s more….
The room:
Had heat and a comfy bed, which was all I really wanted at that point in time.
I put on my leopard pajamas, put ear plugs in my ears, eye mask on my face,
played my white noise app and dozed off—only to be awoken by the claxon of a FIRE ALARM, lights flashing and
instructions to exit the building via the stairs. I leaped out of bed, into my
boots, threw my down coat over my leopard pajamas and raced down the stairs of
the closest exit, which was somewhere in EAST NOWHERE behind the hotel. I
wandered about a half-mile to get to the front entrance, searching for signs of
fire engines, smoke, or any other hotel guests outside. There were NONE.
The staff:
Remember being in high school when the girls in the clique made fun of you and
laughed at you? No? I do. I found out who employs these teenagers: Hotel Hell. Exhausted and upset, I went
to the front desk AGAIN and asked what happened to the fire. Fire? What fire?
They LAUGHED at me. Again. The Fire Marshall was there and because of the
renovations, they had to TEST the fire alarms. When I asked why they hadn’t
called guests to alert them it was only a test, they said, “Well, there weren’t
that many guests in the rooms, so it really wasn’t a big deal.” To THEM.
Out of my mind with fatigue and
anger, I went back to my room to discover my room key had been DEPROGRAMMED
with the drill. I could not get into my room! If it hadn’t been for a sweet
maid who let me into my room with her pass key (she was also not told about the
fire drill!) I think I would still be in jail on homicide charges. No jury in
the world would have convicted me.
Not only did I complain, the company
we came out to do business with complained and I also posted a one star review
on Trip
Advisor. Many apologies later, a refund was
offered, but no one could refund me my sleep or anxiety or frustration.
The area: St.
Louis is not one of my favorite parts of the country for this and other
reasons. So, please, don’t ask me to give you tips on travel there!
Excerpt from The Haunting of Hotel LaBelle:
A book flew at his head—and sailed through him, bouncing off the wall and landing on the floor.
Mouth agape, the woman stared from him to the book and back to him again. “You’re a ghost.”
“Not exactly. Shall we start over?” He leaned against the wall and folded his arms across his chest. “After a hundred years of being invisible to everyone except you, I’d like to know who you are and what you’re doing here.”
“Of course. Why not? Could today get any weirder?” She sank into the desk chair, shook her head, and sighed. “My name is Tallulah Thompson. I’m a hotel inspector, hired by the current owner as a consultant to find out why the renovations are delayed and what he needs to do to fix it. He’s teetering on the brink of bankruptcy.”
“What tribe are you?”
She jerked her head up and those doggone lapis lazuli eyes of hers sparked as if she’d strike him with lightning and kill him with one look. “No one asks that. It’s not politically correct.”
“Well, I guess you haven’t been talking to the right people. And I don’t know what you mean by that last part. I’ve never been involved in politics.”
“Nowadays, it’s considered rude to ask about another person’s national origins.” She threw her hands up. “Why am I giving a ghost an etiquette lesson? What am I thinking?”
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So, dear readers, if you’ve made it
this far (!) tell us about your hotel experiences, Good, Bad, and Ugly to be
eligible to win one Kindle e-copy of my new release, The
Haunting of Hotel LaBelle.
Sharon Buchbinder has been writing
fiction since middle school and has the rejection slips to prove it. An RN, she
provided health care delivery, became a researcher, association executive, and obtained
a PhD in Public Health. When not teaching or writing, she can be found fishing,
walking her dogs, or breaking bread and laughing with family and friends in
Baltimore, MD and Punta Gorda, FL.
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