The White Octopus Hotel

Have you travelled 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, 2015When reclusive art appraiser Eve Shaw shakes the hand of a silver-haired gentleman in her London office, the warmth of his palm sends a spark through her. His name is Max Everly curiously, the same name as Eve s favourite 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, 1935Decades earlier, high in the snowy Swiss Alps, Eve and a young Max Everly wander the winding halls of the grand belle epoque White Octopus Hotel, 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 doo