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A scandalous ex-porn star demon and a morally shady billionaire vampire walk into a bar… But this is no joke. It's opening day at the SOS Hotel and that lust demon? He's my business partner. I know. What was I thinking? The sexy, suave vampire, however? He's something else… Creating a sanctuary for the supernaturals left here when the tear in the veil sealed was always going to be difficult, but it's all I have, and I'm going to make it work. Despite the murders, the missing humans, and the psychotic real estate mogul who wants to bulldoze the hotel.

The Grand Hotel is a horror novel by esteemed best-selling author Scott Kenemore ( Zombie, Ohio) that takes the reader on a thrilling ride through an interconnected series of stories narrated by the desk clerk and the residents of the hotel itself. And while it is not known whether or not the desk clerk is actually the devil incarnate, it is strange that so many visitors who come for a tour of the hotel have a way of never leaving.

It's probably our fault your world is doomed if I'm honest. Sorry about that. Sticking with honesty, we're not great at saving people, or ourselves. You should probably pack a bag and head for the hills. You know, just in case... My name is Adam Vex, and I'm definitely not the hero we all need, but along with Zee and Victor, a whole bunch of s*x demons, one shadow beast, a sassy AI bartender, and some uncontrollable gremlins, we're all you've got. Welcome to the end of the world at the SOS Hotel.

My big secret is out. Adam Vex may be a tiny bit not human. But it's not so bad. Just so long as Gideon Cain doesn't find out. It's probably best if I keep my head down and stay out of trouble, especially after our "accident" at the vampire chapel. But one little date won't hurt.

The fifth book in the whacky SOS HOTEL series. Closed for gremlin extermination.

Something is wrong with Tom Collins. More wrong than usual. Tom's being nice. I should have known trouble was right around the corner. One attempted murder later, and Reynard is forced to disarm Tom (literally). No bartender means no bar. Zee is grumpy and avoiding me, and the hotel's measly profits are dwindling by the day. Things are not going well. We need our broken, foul-mouthed Tom Collins back. But don't worry. Zee says saving Tom should be a walk in the park for us. Turns out that walk in the park is more like a road to hell. But I've got this.

De ses années d'enfance vécues à l'hôtel Olympia, Danika n'a aucun souvenir sinon ceux de ses rêves, dont elle ne sait départager la réalité de la fantasmagorie. Ces tantes, ce grand-père, tous les personnages qui peuplaient l'hôtel, ont-ils réellement existé? Quant aux années de pensionnat qui ont suivi, elle en garde un goût amer en raison des trop rares visites de son père, Stavros, et de l'absence totale de sa mère, Olympia.

It's been two weeks since the SOS Hotel opened, and everything is going great... Apart from the detective who's dead set on accusing Zee of murder, the leaking pipes, a psycho sorcerer stalker, a shadowbeast in the attic, and... did I mention Lord Reynard has a wife? Yeah, he didn't mention it either. I could have done with knowing that before, you know, kinda falling for the suave, sexy Vampire Daddy. He also neglected to mention that his wife wants my head on a plate. Literally. This is not the love triangle I was expecting.

Three weeks in, and the SOS Hotel is still standing. I know, crazy right? Despite the gremlins, lethal electrics, vampire threats, a shadowbeast in the attic, and a psycho sorcerer, our doors remain open to all Lost Ones. Also, nobody has died... in a few days. All I have to do is hold it all together, keep every guest safe, not mention the body in the flowerbeds—and maybe we'll last another week? But Sebastien has demanded Zee return to the club, or he'll hurt more demons. Sebastien has become a big problem. And problems, like gremlins, have a habit of multiplying at the SOS Hotel.

All I wanted was a burrito. My name is Brandon Ferryman. I went out one night to get a burrito. Who knew that such a simple thing would change my life, or end it? I woke up on the side of the road with some pumpkin-headed monster saying he was the god of death, fate, and justice. I was chosen to run a very special establishment. A place that lay between worlds. A place called the Coffin Hotel. Now I have to fight monsters, free spirits, and run a mystical hotel. I'm clearly not qualified, but when has that ever stopped anyone from doing anything.

After finding my apartment ransacked for the third time, I'm done being stalked. I'm just some nameless orphan who's only trying to survive in this broken city. I shouldn't matter. I shouldn't be a target. I shouldn't have to live on the run. But here I am, trying to find a hideout when living beyond the city without a permit is punishable by death. I'm desperate. But I'm scrappy too, and soon I'm surviving off the land with only the rodents for company. Everything's fine. Until he shows up.

Isa und Alexej sind dem Jäger entkommen, aber ihr Glück währt nur kurz: Auf einem ihrer Streifzüge durch den Wald findet Isa einen Raben, dem das Herz herausgeschnitten wurde. Ihre dunkle Vorahnung wird zur Gewissheit, als sie erfährt, dass der tote Vogel tatsächlich ein Rabe aus Alexejs Schwarm ist. Dann wird Alexej entführt, und jeder Tag, der vergeht, hält für ihn neue Qualen bereit.

Jeden Tag durchstreift Isa den Wald auf der Suche nach Luchsen - sie kontrolliert Fallen und verfolgt die Fährten der Wildtiere. Nur einen Flügelschlag von ihr entfernt lebt Alexej in der Geborgenheit eines Rabenschwarms. Es ist ein kalter November, als er durch den Angriff eines Hunderudels schwer verletzt wird und Isa ihn findet. Sie verliebt sich in Alexej, der sein zerrissenes Leben vor ihr verheimlicht. Doch von einem Tag auf den anderen verschwindet er in den Wäldern, ohne Spuren zu hinterlassen.

Viele Jahre dachte Marlow, dass der geheimnisvolle Schattendämon, den sie liebt, nicht echt sei. Doch Caliban ist nicht nur real, sondern auch der Prinz der Hölle – und er schwebt in tödlicher Gefahr. Um ihn zu retten, muss Marlow in die Heimat ihrer Vorfahren zurückkehren: das Pantheon der nordischen Götter. An diesem Ort ist Blutsverwandschaft noch lange keine Garantie für Loyalität und die Grenzen zwischen Göttern und Dämonen verschwimmen. Aber niemand hat gesagt, dass es einfach ist, im Spiel der Götter mitzuspielen, und Marlow ist bereit, alles für ihre große Liebe zu riskieren ...

Потерянных душ во Вселенной бессчетное количество. У каждой своя беда. У кого-то жизнь рухнула, а у кого-то весь мир в агонии. Кто-то лишился родной галактики и стал вечным скитальцем, ищущим новый дом, а кому-то нужно найти тело и спасти рассудок.

Если в твоей жизни начинаются странности, то не всегда это просто странности. Иногда это предвестники больших перемен. И если вдруг тебе начинает мерещиться сигнал SOS в обычных звуках вокруг, стоит задуматься: мерещится ли? Или ты та, кто слышит призывы спасти чьи-то души? А потому тебе прямая дорога.... в управляющие отеля?

Угодила в другой мир и оказалась на отборе женихов? Отлично! В смысле, выбирать буду не я? Не отдам я вам свою магию! Обойдетесь! Сбегу, открою гостиницу и буду жить припеваючи. Замучаетесь искать! План отличный, жаль не учла одного: претенденты в мужья могут стать моими постояльцами. Но ничего, я успела отлично подготовиться. Посмотрим, кто из нас попал.