Hotel Taurus

Summer, 1998. Dave and the lads are at an all-inclusive in Crete. Parents and paper rounds are a distant memory as they lounge on sun beds and pretend to read. They even manage to chat up some girls from up North. It's all going swimmingly until a body plummets from a balcony.

The next morning, Dave finds himself reliving that fateful first day of holiday. In a mind-bending deja vu, he has the same conversations at breakfast, meets the same babes, and winces at the gruesome thud of a stranger's body hitting the deck.

When the day repeats again, Dave becomes convinced that his entrapment relates to the bizarre balcony death. Is the person jumping or being pushed? His quest to solve the mystery takes him into the dark underbelly of Hotel Taurus, where guests nor staff can be trusted, and nothing is what it seems. Not least the witch who manages the place, and definitely not the beauties from Huddersfield.
 

Praise for Hotel Taurus

★★★★★ 'Unexpected and outrageous. The perfect beach read.'
★★★★★ 'Hilarious 90s nostalgia.'
★★★★★ 'You'll never guess the end.'