From Beverly Hills mansions to Irish country lanes, super-yachts to side-alleys, howling cougars to psychotic nutters, stand-up spotlights to police helicopter searchlights, superstar highs to inner demon woes, along with so much more, Mark Hayes takes us on quite an adventure in RanDumb-er, the random but hardly dumb tales of an Irish chancer. From one side of the world to the other, in and out of the fantasy of Mark's reality, all with a smile and a belly-aching laugh, RanDumb-er will draw you in and make you believe in the spirit of your inner five year old once more Go ahead - Open a...
From Beverly Hills mansions to Irish country lanes, super-yachts to side-alleys, howling cougars to psychotic nutters, stand-up spotlights to police h...
Winner of the Publisher's Book Club Book of the Month award, November 2015 A novel of the lost and the broken. Of sharing the silences, talking to the stars, and the importance of tin openers. A troubled young woman witnesses her parents final moments. Dying as their crashed car is consumed in flames. Grief-stricken lost and alone her mind withdraws into darkness. Finding empty solace within the walls of her subconscious. She walks away carrying with her a terrible secret she hides even from herself. She follows no direction, save one away from people, because people hurt, people bully and...
Winner of the Publisher's Book Club Book of the Month award, November 2015 A novel of the lost and the broken. Of sharing the silences, talking to the...
Step in from the cold, through the saloon door of the strangest bar in creation. A place where causality is just a set of rules and the rules can be bent. Where no one knows your name, but everyone has a story to tell. Where the answers to that most impossible of questions may lay, "Why?" In a novel that goes everywhere and no-where, and is about the journey in-between. Welcome to Esqwith's Piano Bar and Grill. A 'Passing Place.' A place off to one side of reality, where your troubles can just slip on by. An impossible place that bridges dimensions and time itself. Sonny, the doorman, drinks...
Step in from the cold, through the saloon door of the strangest bar in creation. A place where causality is just a set of rules and the rules can be b...