Saturday, January 23, 2016

Backlist Revival Project 1: One Night At The Palace Hotel by Bianca Mori


Earlier this month, I announced that I will be working with Ms. Mina Esguerra. We are doing Backlist Revival Project to help bring attention, new reviews, and new readers to books that are a few years old. We will feature a book per month and the featured book of the month is a contemporary romance that was published in 2014 or earlier. So, if you are interested to REVIEW books by Filipino authors, please let us know.

For January, the featured book is ONE NIGHT AT THE PALACE HOTEL by Bianca Mori.


ONE NIGHT AT THE PALACE HOTEL
by Bianca Mori
Publication Date: February 14th 2014 
(ThatSpark)

Goodreads Synopsis:
It's the night before The Palace Hotel opens, and the entire city is abuzz with what everyone is calling a throwback to the Gilded Age. Everyone, that is, except Consuelo De la Red. Faced with a destiny picked out for her and a dream she just can't forget, she confronts the choices she has made and the man she was forced to reject. When the past comes crashing into the present, will she listed to her duty, or give in to the urging of her heart?

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 I have an excerpt of the book. Read chapter 1 below:

Chapter 1
BANG! BANG! BANG! 

The knocks on the adjoining door were so loud they reverberated through the peach
wallpaper, the plush carpeting, even through the doors of the en suite bathroom.
Consuelo paused from intently massaging body oil onto her freshly bathed skin, sighed
in frustration, threw on a bathrobe and marched outside. The cool air conditioning, a
contrast from the swampy bathroom, kissed her skin, raising goosepimples. 

“What?” she snapped, flinging the door open. Her mother, Concha (nee Consuelo
Blardony, known by all and sundry as Mrs. Concha De la Red), stood behind with her
hair in rollers, a look of supreme annoyance on her face.
“Haven’t you heard us knocking?” Concha exclaimed.
“No,” lied Consuelo. The truth was that she’d hung the bathroom telephone and
blasted mp3s to drown out the incessant knocking and cal ing.
“Well? You’re finally out the bathroom. Let’s get you done up, Conchita.”
“Why do you insist on calling me that?”
Nothing, but nothing riled Consuelo up than being cal ed ‘Conchita.’ It represented
everything that annoyed her. It was her mother’s insistence of passing on that quaint old
Spanish penchant for odd nicknames, where her male uncles were cal ed ‘Chiqui’ and
‘Patxi’ and her grandmother’s female friends answered to ‘Tiboop’ and ‘Amparito.’ It was
the diminutive of her mother’s own nickname too, which made her feel that she was
nothing more than her mom’s Mini Me. It was how her mother insisted on such old-
school practices, and how she clung to such old-school beliefs of their family’s worth,
even when most of their friends and relatives had wised up and got on with the
program. 

The De la Reds, the Blardonys, and the families of their ilk: they’d peaked in the
70s. Her mom just did not want to accept it yet.
She glared at the stylists. “Let's work in my room?” She turned from the door and
swung it closed without bothering to see if the stylists followed. Instead of a satisfying
slam it slid into place with a soundless snick. She had to hand it to Benjo and his
attention to detail, down to soundproofing the ballroom-adjacent suites (an affectation
from the grand peerage houses on which the hotel was modeled)—it was all over his
baby, The Palace Hotel, the newest jewel in Manila’s skyline.

“Ma’am, your hair’s already drying up, we can work—” said the stylist, wielding a
hairdryer.
“Can we not have talking, please,” said Consuelo. She settled in front of the vanity
and closed her eyes on everything: on the glances exchanged between stylist and make
up girl, on the richly appointed hotel suite, on the party tonight and why her mother had
been more anxious than usual to show her off, and on the inevitable conclusion to the
night. Because surely a ‘hotel pre-launch-launch’ with just her boyfriend Benjo’s family
and closest business associates was just a pretext for something more, and her
mother’s anxiety and her own suspicions were raising old fears and thoughts that
chased each other in a complex Gordian knot in her head.

And where those thoughts led, eventually, was someplace she did not want to
revisit, but could not stop dwelling on, present circumstances being what they were.


IF YOU ENJOYED THE PREVIEW, YOU CAN BUY BIANCA'S BOOKS ON THESE SITES:
Amazon, Smashwords, Buqo 
Also featured in: Seduction Steamy Reads bundle
 
About Bianca Mori:
Bianca Mori is the author of "One Night at the Palace Hotel" and "Tame The Kitten." She is interested in exploring power in romance and enjoys reading about demimondaines, pin-up girls and Jazz Age personalities and hopes to reinterpret these in her stories. She lives with her family and a hyperactive pug.

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