The White Octopus Hotel

The White Octopus HotelJourney to a magical hotel in the Swiss Alps, where two lost souls living in different centuries meet and discover if, behind the many doors, a second chance awaits. Have you traveled a long way? she asked carefully. A smile twitched at the corner of his mouth. Well, yes, he said slowly. Yes, you could say that. But it was worth the wait. London, 2015. When reclusive art appraiser Eve Shaw shakes the hand of a silver haired gentleman in her office,

Journey to a magical hotel in the Swiss Alps, where two lost souls living in different centuries meet and discover if, behind the many doors, a second chance awaits.

“Have you traveled a long way?” she asked carefully. A smile twitched at the corner of his mouth. “Well, yes,” he said slowly. “Yes, you could say that. But it was worth the wait.”

London, 2015. When reclusive art appraiser Eve Shaw shakes the hand of a silver-haired gentleman in her office, the warmth of his palm sends a spark through her.

His name is Max Everly—curiously, the same name as Eve’s favorite composer, born one hundred sixteen years prior. And she can’t shake the feeling that she’s held his hand before . . . but where, and when?

The White Octopus Hotel, 1935. In this Belle Epoch building high in the snowy mountains, Eve and a young Max wander the winding halls, lost in time.

Each of them has been through the trenches—Eve in a family accident and Max on the battlefields of the Great War—but for an impossible moment, love and healing are just a room away . . . if only they have the courage to step through the door.