Mystery at the Regal Rose Hotel by C. Jane Reid (Lola Rose Mysteries Book One)
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 210 Kb
Mystery at the Regal Rose Hotel: When Lola Rose checked into the Regal Rose Hotel, three events caught her quite unprepared: her widowed mother’s surprise engagement to a famous London barrister, her desire to form a friendship with the cantankerous elderly woman living in the hotel’s penthouse, and a dead body at the foot of the elegant sweeping staircase on the hotel’s first floor.
When a new acquaintance is charged with murder, Lola calls upon her trio of friends to clear his name. It will mean setting aside cocktail parties, night clubs, and late lie-ins, but Lola is willing to sacrifice much more to save an innocent man. Calling on her sophisticated upbringing as an Englishwoman’s daughter and the Get It Done attitude taught by her Texan father, Lola will charm self-righteous hotel clerks, square off with cranky Detective Inspectors, and even tolerate a pompous German ex-officer to do what she knows is right.
Welcome to the Regal Rose Hotel, the new posh and elegant hotel catering to the rich, famous, and eccentric in Jazz Age London. Try the hotel’s signature drink, The Rose, at the Portage Club nightclub, dance the night away to the music of Dot and the Four Grooves, and sit with Lola Rose and her companions as they indulge in jazz, cocktails, mysteries, and murder.
“My mother was a British-born lady living in West Texas. Compared to the Texans, she was an exotic woman of sophistication and mystery.”
They both laughed.
“Come meet Eckhardt,” Vera insisted. “He’s German.”
Lola hesitated, and Vera tugged on her arm. “Don’t be so drab, Lola. He didn’t start the war, after all. And we’re all friends again now.” There was a gleam in Vera’s eyes.
Lola wasn’t certain that Germany was a friend to England, or the rest of Europe for that matter, but she did berate herself for hesitating simply because the man was German. She let Vera guide her across the nightclub.
The older, fair-haired man had a dark gaze that swept over Lola as she approached. She knew at once that he was judging her, but she couldn’t tell if he approved or not. Not that it mattered a fig to her. She’d most likely never see him again. The visitors to the hotel, and also the Portage Club, came and went with the tides.”