Meet My Guest ~ Author – Shay Savage

In the attempt to help Indie Authors, I’m so excited that my first interview is with the incredible Shay Savage. I have read a lot of Shay’s work and I have to say, she’s always left me touched in one way or another. I definitely have some favorites of hers and look forward to reading her published work, because she really is that good. So, let’s see what she has to say as she answers a few questions for me, and then you’ll get to see her new book. Otherwise Alone will be free on Amazon March 1-3. Links are below. Enjoy! – Jenn

~Describe yourself; what do you think about yourself and do you think people perceive you in the same way?

I’m not sure anyone is ever perceived the way they see themselves. Sometimes it will be “better” and other times “worse.” One of the things I have learned in life is that everyone is generally the same – we all have those hopes, dreams, and things that piss us off. We all want at least some people to like us some of the time.
I love to be the center of attention, and anyone who has been out and about with me realizes this. I’m also okay not being the center of attention, but I don’t prefer it. At the same time, I do not like being put on a pedestal, and don’t take praise well. I’m learning, but it’s very difficult. I think it depends on what people are saying, and if I happen to agree with it.
I think my best quality is being coachable – I like opportunities to better myself in a wide variety of ways, and will always listen to advice. I won’t always take it, but I will always listen.
As far as how others perceive me, it would vary widely based on in what setting they met me or typically interact with me. I am stubborn, and once I get something in my head I don’t tend to let go of the idea. That can come off as being bitchy or inflexible, but I always see it as determined. I try to say things the right way to make sure people understand what I mean, but it doesn’t always work. People who work with me have a different perception of me than people who only know me outside of work, which is probably pretty normal. Hmmm, only knowing you from your writing and online, I always got the impression you were shy and humble, and I think that’s where your inability to accept praise comes in. I also find you funny! I’m the master of not expressing myself correctly, especially online because it’s so easily misconstrued. I try so hard to say what I mean and make it clear, but as you said, it doesn’t always work that way. Are you a Taurus? Because I am and I’m very stubborn. 🙂

~Which is the one television character that you simply adore?

This winter I started watching Dexter (Showtime), and I find his absolutely phenomenal as a character. Michael C. Hall plays him fabulously, and the Showtime writers are excellent when it comes to developing his internal and external characters. He has such a marvelous journey from the first season into subsequent ones – each one with its own lessons and character changes. Plausible, intense changes that make sense and have clear motivations.
It’s also got a lot of sick, twisted humor, which I quite enjoy.
I am horribly, horribly jealous. I wish I had invented him. I’m not sure I have ever said that about another television character. I love this show!

~Which is your favorite genre of movies? (Comedy/Romance/Suspense/Action/Horror)

I’m a big sci-fi buff – love Star Wars, Star Trek, Alien saga, Blade Runner, Fifth Element, Predator, etc. Anything with aliens and explosions in it is for me. I don’t usually watch “chick flicks,” though my husband loves them and I am forced to watch them occasionally. Action movies are great, too. I will put up with a good action movie because there tend to be enough explosions to make up for the lack of aliens. Anything with Vin Diesel in it, too.

~If you could have a luncheon with any three people (real or fictitious/from any time period/dead or alive), which three people would you choose and why?

Ok – I thought about this for a while, and ultimately determined I have a horribly sick sense of humor, so bear with me. I want a luncheon with Rush Limbaugh, Valerie Solanas (look her up if you don’t know her – wikipedia is your friend), and Robin Williams. Really, I don’t think I have to explain it any more than that. Can you imagine? I mean, there would be in the instant, chloric acid-like chemistry between Rush and Valerie, and then you throw Robin and his “legalized insanity” into the mix and…
…dang. I’d just sit back with a drink and watch. I would also want a chance to start a betting pool on which one of them Robin would drive out the door first. Oh, God. I could just see Robin with his crazy imitations and mocking behavior during the lunch. Priceless! Send me an invite if you ever get them together. 😀

~What is your idea of fun?

I love to get to know new people. I like telling my favorite life stories again, and I like hearing other people’s favorite stories about themselves. You get such an intense initial conversation with someone you want to know, and I don’t think anything else compares. It’s like first-time sex – everything is new, exciting, and sometimes a little uncomfortable, but ultimately very satisfying.
I also quote a lot of movies, and new people haven’t heard me say all those lines before, and it makes me sound funnier than I am.

~If you were stranded on a lonely beach, what are the five things that you would want to survive?

After researching survival at sea to write Surviving Raine, I have learned several things in this area! The first thing I want – a large, clear plastic sheet. There are so many uses for it; I can’t even begin to name them. Most important would be for the collection of water. Second, I want a detailed book on edible plants in the area and how to prepare them for eating. Next, I want one hundred feet of good, stout rope. Fourth, one of those kits with a bunch of knives in various sizes, which also come with a sharpening stone. The last thing would be an endless decanter of pomegranate martinis. It’s amazing how easy it is to live without the necessities when you have some of the luxuries (I think that’s a quote from Pitch Black). Can’t wait to read this!

Thank you so much, Shay for stopping by. It’s been a privilege and an honor.

Now it’s time to check out her work. 😀

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Otherwise Alone is FREE on Amazon from 3/1 – 3/3

Otherwise Alone by Shay Savage


Lieutenant Evan Arden sits in a shack in the middle of nowhere, waiting for orders that will send him back home – if he ever gets them. Other than his loyal Great Pyrenees, there’s no one around to break up the monotony. The tedium is excruciating, but it is suddenly interrupted when a young woman stumbles up his path.

He has two choices – pick her off from a distance with his trusty sniper-rifle, or dare let her approach his cabin and enter his life.

Why not? It’s been ages, and he is otherwise alone…


 Get a sneak peak of the sequel to Otherwise Alone – 

Otherwise Occupied

Summary –

Evan Arden is a hit man for a Chicago mob boss.  He lives his life day to day with the company of his dog, Odin.  He has to work hard to get back into his boss’s good graces, but the target proves to be difficult, even with Evan’s extraordinary observation skills.  As demons of his past begin to haunt him, he seeks the comfort of an unlikely candidate, but will confiding in her be his undoing?

Otherwise Occupied

By Shay Savage

Chapter 1

It’s fucking raining.


It wasn’t that I minded the wet or the cold, I really didn’t, but it screwed with my aim, and I was still trying to get back into the boss man’s good graces.  I couldn’t really afford to miss.  Against my better judgment when it came to an easy escape, I had put myself a little closer than I liked to be for this sort of job.  I had to be sure to be successful, and if it cost me my life…well, that was better than failure at this point.

With my left eye closed, I looked through the scope of my Barrett M82 rifle.  The crosshairs focused on a set of double doors made of glass and metal.  The doors led inside of a large office building, and there was a large “space available” sign over the doors with a phone number to call if you wanted a thousand square feet, which was just right for your office needs.  If you were to call the number, someone would answer, but you’d find there wasn’t really any available space.

Not unless you had the right connections – preferably Russian, quite probably illegal Caspian Sea caviar, and definitely heroin.  Those connections might get you a little corner office, but they would not, however, endear you to Rinaldo Moretti – my boss and sole owner of all the Moretti businesses.  Some of those businesses were even legal.

Well, one of them was.

Sort of.

I shifted my hip and stretched my back a bit.  I had been in the same position for a good seven hours, and I was hungry.  I brought a couple of protein bars with me, but they were long gone.  This job wasn’t supposed to take this long, and I was getting frustrated and annoyed.  I forced my breathing into a slow, regulated pace.

Frustration and annoyance were not my friends.  Not when I was on the job.  I needed to keep my shit together long enough for my target to walk out the door and die.

Maybe the weather was causing a delay.

I reached up with my hand and tightened the cloth around my forehead.  It was doing a decent job of keeping the rain from my eyes, but it wasn’t helping with the whole comfort level.  I didn’t stop watching the door as I adjusted the bandana – never that.  I had to be quick, efficient, and deadly.

No fuckups.

The last fuckup nearly cost me my life and had ended with me exiled to the desert for months, and that was just for killing the wrong guy.  Missing the right one was a lot worse.  Of course, I couldn’t hit or miss him if he didn’t show up where he was supposed to be when he was supposed to be there.

“Calm, Arden.”  I blinked as I realized I was actually talking out loud to myself.  Not good.  I didn’t like that shit, so I clenched my teeth a bit to remind myself not to do it again.

There he was.

I had no doubt the man in the grey trench coat was my target, though I had never met him before.  I had studied his picture for hours yesterday to be sure I wouldn’t make a mistake.  I’d probably been through his family pictures more often than his wife had been.

I blinked once, placed the crosshairs in position, and smoothly pulled back on the trigger.

Only a muted thump could be heard as I sent the bullet down the barrel and into his left eye.  Before he hit the ground, I was already back away from the ledge of the building and disassembling my rifle to shove it into a gym bag.  I moved the clothes around inside to cushion the metal and make it undetectable from the outside of the bag and then headed swiftly to the rooftop entrance.

Three minutes later I was on the other side of the hotel and taking the skywalk to the parking garage.  At the top of the garage was a gym where I held a membership, and I made my way to the locker room inside.  With my bag padlocked into a locker, I hit the nautilus equipment.

It felt good to work out a bit.  I had been slacking.

All thoughts of Thomas Farmer, chief board member of Electro Industrial (now deceased), vanished from my head by the time I had done my third set of weights.  If it sent the right message to others about which crime lord you should align with, I might get a bit of a break, and Moretti might put me back on my normal pay scale.

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Author Bio:

Writing has always been a love of mine, and I wrote my first full-length novel in the eighth grade.  Like most fiction written by fourteen year olds, it was nothing I would ever want anyone to read now.  However, since no one ever said “hey – you should be a writer!” I went into the technology field, where I continue to practice the art of poking the blinking buttons.

Ultimately, writing is my hobby.  I love doing it, and I love the reactions people have shared with me about the stories I have written.  I like the raw, the gritty, and the dirty side of people’s emotions, psyches, and relationships.  I also believe it is a writer’s duty to provide the reader with a strong emotional experience – whether the emotion is considered “good” or “bad” isn’t necessarily of consequence.  My intent is to make you feel.

​I don’t make any guarantees about what’s going to happen in a story.

If you have made it this far, I have probably at some point made you feel something.  I may not have made you happy – you might be angry, or disappointed, and you might even be a little sad, but at least I made you feel.

That’s my goal. I strive for unpredictable characters, and hope I achieve that as well, which leads me outside most conventional lines of fiction.

​Remember all you brave, trusting souls – keep your seat backs and trays in the upright and locked positions.  There will be turbulence on this ride.


​-Shay Savage​

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