Did you think it was the end of our wild hotel adventures?
Yeah, us too.
The Big Bad is gone. We’re heroes! Adam, Fancy Fangs, and me (Zee, obvs) are long overdue some downtime. I’d also like a foot rub, a string of Tom’s hallucination?inducing cocktails, and endless hours of some much needed personal time between the sheets with my two favorite people. And my pole.
Hello, happy ever after!
But it turns out, fate ain’t done with us yet.
Everyone’s favorite sunshine twink is great at unexpectedly unaliving folks who probably deserve it. What he’s not great at is keeping secrets. So when Adam packs our bags and springs a surprise vacation on us, it’s obvious—even to senile ancient vampires like Lord Fancy Fangs—that something is up.
We’ll play along and won’t ask questions, because it’s Adam. He’ll tell us what’s really going on . . . eventually.
But as we take the SOS Hotel team on the road and the weirdness stacks up—biker?gang werewolves, psycho witchy influencers, trolls, fairy souls, and sinkholes—there’s one question Fancy Fangs and I can’t shake.
What the f*ck do dragons run from?
