Thursday, October 17, 2013

Interview and Giveaway- In Dreams... The Solitary Road S.I.Hayes



1: Do you have a song or playlist (book soundtrack) that you think represents this book?

I do actually, here it is in no particular order;
1: Seventh Son of A Seventh Son: Iron Maiden
2: I Will Not Bow: Breaking Benjamin
3: A Modern Myth: 30 Seconds To Mars
4: Enjoy The Silence: It Dies Today
5: A Mistake; Fiona Apple
6: Vengeance is Mine: Alice Cooper
7: Kings and Queens; 30 Seconds To Mars
8: Alone: Art Of Dying
9: Simple Lies: Endo
10: Never Surrender: Skillet
11: Dawn of A New Day: In Flames
12: Devour: Shinedown
13: Rise Above: Adema
14: Worthless: One Less Reason
15: I am The Spider: Alice Cooper
16: Get Through This; Art Of Dying
17: Weak and Powerless: A Perfect Circle
18: The Great Disappointment: AFI
19: From Yesterday: 30 Seconds To Mars
20: Long, Long Way To Go: Def Leppard
21: Sleepless: Burn Season
22: Duality: Slipknot
23: The Small Hours: Metallica
24: Welcome to The Family: Avenged Sevenfold
25:Mistakes: Burn Season
26: Perfectly Flawed: Otep
27: Because of Me: Seether
28: World So Cold: Three Days Grace
29: The End: Roadrunner United
30: Erase My Scars: Evans Blue

2: Do you have a specific writing style?

I tend to write as I or my characters speak. I am prone to long flourishes of description and dialogue/monologues which I try to blend in a way that my readers can be immersed by the work for at least a while...

3: How did you come up with the title for your latest book?

As I have many of my titles, like some films, the title is a series of words or a phrase that occurs within the pages.

4: Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp? 

Tolerance? Acceptance, the stages of death and dying? My work could be analyzed from several angles, but you know... Sometimes when and author says the curtains are blue, we mean just that...  If a reader takes something more from the work, and it betters their understanding of themself or another then I am a happy clam....

5: Is the book, characters, or any scenes based on a true life experience, someone you know, or events in your own life? 

Most if not all of my characters show signs of those whose lives have touched my own if only in essence. Will I point them out, no, but if you know me and see something of yourself.. Well it could be.

6: Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

Not coming off like a pompous ass? Seriously, I can sometimes get a wee bit grandiose in my word usage, I chock it up to years of copying the dictionary in grade school. *devilish grin* Innocent whistle*

7: Who designed the cover of your latest book?

I did, initially, then fellow Author Eri Nelson played with the fonts and manipulated another of my images, semi-imposing it into the background.. The end result is the beauty you seen now. I started off drawing them, as I do not do stock work.

8: Can you share a little of your current work with us? 

Sure, while the second in the series In Dreams... The Unavoidable Road is also out now, I would be happy to share a small excerpt from In Dreams... The Savage Road... Which I am currently half way through.

The room was dark as she led him inside; she crossed it, opening a large set of curtains, bathing the room in the mid-day light. The walls were covered in pale green paint, resembling the underside of an Oak leaf. They were paneled so that the exposed logs in the rest of the place could not be seen. The draft of the previous room, his only problem in fact, solved by it. The bed sat to his right, as the girl removed the sheet that covered it, he saw that it had a thick white comforter folded neatly on it.

“It will only take me a minuet to settle things up. Everything is clean; we just don’t have often use for this room.” She half-frowned now. ‘Not in many a year… fortunately.’
‘Fortunately?’ He cleared his throat. “Not a problem.” Leaning against the wall, he closed the door behind him.


This room, along with a bed and window had its own fireplace, a replica of the one he had been shown on the first floor. In front of it was a large over stuffed chair of chestnut brown with clawed wooden feet, it looked as though it would run off if provoked. He laughed slightly to himself, looking at the girl as she uncovered the wooden writing desk and next to it a standing piano. As she pulled the last sheet, her hair was pushed back from her face by the movement. Morgan spied briefly, why the girl kept her face in the shadow of her hair. A deep scar crossed her face, though he could not see quite how far or much.

‘I thought they didn’t do scars?’ Shifting in place, he looked at her, the question lingering.
She looked up at him and around the room. “Is this sufficient?” She asked nervously. Finally noticing that he had closed the door and was now standing between it and her.
“Its fine, I hope you won’t get into trouble for this… Kindness.” Her alarming thoughts of a lashing drove his words.

“That makes two of us then.” She turned crossing his left, poking her head into the bathroom door. “I’ll just get you some fresh towels and you’ll be all set.” She zigzagged to pass him, headed for the door to leave. “Um, there’s a chord there by the bed, if you need anything someone will come, just pull on it.” She reached for the doorknob as Morgan reached out grabbing her wrist gently.

She flinched. ‘Please, don’t hurt me.’

He frowned at her panicked thought as he lifted her chin. “May I?” He asked softly as he moved the hair from her face, uncovering what she had been unconsciously and yet instinctively hiding. Across her left cheek and down her jaw was a deeply raised scar, it started by her dark brown eye and ended just shy of her thin light pink lips. “What happened?” It pained him to think that someone had done such a thing to an otherwise very pretty young woman.

Her eyes were pained as he asked the question. ‘There’s kindness there.’ She relaxed some, turning her face so that his hand no longer touched her. “I-It was an accident, when I was just a child.”

‘You’re still just a child.’

“I… Fell... Out of a tree in the grove.” She answered but Morgan could not help but catch the truth, the scar was the cause of a fall from a tree, but as the direct result of her being pushed by the girl he now knew to be Dana.

He shook his head softly. “I’m sorry.” He wanted to rid her of what she believed was shameful, but he was indecisive as to which of them would be in the greater danger for it.
She nodded. ‘Not more than I am.’ “I’ll get you those towels, now. She opened the door and quickly made her exit.

Morgan walked around surveying the place, making his way to the chair, and as the thought of it running off entered his mind again, poked at it with a laugh.

“Okay, it’s dead.” Sure now, he went to the piano and ran his fingers across the keys, surprisingly, it was in tune and he couldn’t help but play a short single-handed melody, the sound echoing off the walls. “Sound Proof?” He asked himself. “Well that’s unfortunate, now how will I wake the neighborhood?” He chuckled going to the window, realizing it did not open. His attention was turned to the light knock at the door before it opened. The girl coming back inside with a pile of white towels.

“Excuse me, I have these.” She lifted them up at him. “I grabbed extra just in case, they are not very big.” She smiled a slight blush rushing to her cheeks as she passed him into the bathroom.

‘Silly girl.’ “Thank you; I didn’t catch your name.” He called in after her, staying at the window, staring at the empty field below.

“Jessica, I’m sorry I completely forgot to mention it. ‘ How scatterbrained and rude of me.’
“It’s quite alright; I understand this was very last minuet for you all, I hope I’m not putting anyone out.”

‘This isn’t about you, it’s about Amara.’ “Not at all, it’s nice to have new people, we don’t mind.” ‘At least I don’t.’

“O-kay, well thank you then.” Morgan answered as she went back out the door.

“I’m sorry for this.” Morgan caught her whispered apology as he heard the key turn in the lock outside. “But it’s for you’re own good.”

“She locked me in?” He laughed. “As if it mattered.” ‘Locks don’t matter if the hinges are ripped off.’ “Oh well.” He sat on the bed, it was larger in width but was still short in length, not that either actually mattered to him. He slept sitting up, preferably on the floor, his only concern having been the draft. The breeze would have wreaked havoc on his concentration. His hypersensitivity to touch would have left him in a state not easily fixed by the company in which he had placed himself. Amara was hard pressed to even speak to him about sex, let alone part her legs for him. And of course, there was the chastity belt...





In Dreams... The Solitary Road
S.I.Hayes

Genre: Fantasy

Publisher: S.I.Hayes

Date of Publication: October 1, 2013

ISBN-13: 978-1491092118 
ISBN-10: 1491092114

Number of pages: 206

Word Count: 45k

Cover Artist: S.I.Hayes and Eri Nelson

Book Description:

Dumped in a treacherous Arctic land, Amara Dagon must master her spell craft if she is to survive a year in exile, but fear, doubt and the loss of her family threatens to take hold. Can Amara gain control of her magic or will she succumb to it leaving her people in the hands of a dangerous tyrant?


About the Author:

I am the Co-Author to Awakenings: The Wrath Saga, a paranormal drama likened to Big Brother meets The Real World, of the Preternatural.

I'm currently working on the sequels to In Dreams... Due for release in 2014.
I have a mind that is easily distracted and prone to wandering. Tangents are my forte, and if you think my characters are going to fit a cookie cutter shape of any kind, think again. They live, they love, they eat, sleep and fuck. I believe that people are inherently sexual creatures and my characters be they human or something all together else are no exception.

I don't adhere to a single genera, I toe the line on several and wouldn't presume to be a master of any. So I suppose you could call me jack-of-all-trade-paperbacks.
I am a truth seeker, in my life, in my work. I’d apologize for it, but I kinda can't help m’self. It's my best and worse personality trait, well mostly, being Bi-Polar I guess you could say that is the worse. But I believe that the disorder has made me, well... Me.

I have taken this life and twisted, carved, shaped and molded it in to the worlds of my characters. Albeit with a chainsaw, and it has made all the difference




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1 comment:

S.I. Hayes said...

Roxanne, Thanks for all of this!