COVER REVEAL!
Excerpt:
Evan pressed the button on his phone to connect. “Freddy? What did you
find out?”
Fred laughed. “For this, I’m going to exact a price.”
“You mean the keg I sprang for at graduation doesn’t get me a freebie?”
Evan shot back.
“We’ve been out of law school for how many years now? Eight?”
“Nine this year,” Evan corrected.
“Credit’s no good anymore,” Fred answered. “I’m thinking dinner at Ivy at
the Shore next time you’re in LA. On you, of course. Including a bottle of
Veuve Clicquot.”
“For that,” Evan said with a chuckle, “this had better be good.”
“It’s good. And it was hell to get.”
“Okay, okay. Dinner on me. Assuming you and Margie put me up for the
night,” Evan replied. “I’m looking forward to seeing your McMansion.”
“Deal. Took a little digging. Seems your mystery man did some undercover
work for the FBI.”
“And?”
“My buddy in the US Attorney’s office wouldn’t give details, but word is
Constantine got fed up with the bullshit after a case went bad somewhere down
in South America.”
“Drugs?” Evan asked.
“No. He dealt with human trafficking. Specifically, child sex
trafficking. My friend says the guy’s good. He tried a few cases where Constantine
was the government’s key witness. Knows his stuff. Works his ass off and gets
into his work. I got the impression sometimes he gets a little too close.”
Now that was interesting.
“Why?”
“Seems the guy’s rabid about protecting kids.”
“Any idea why?”
“Nothing anyone would tell me,” Fred replied.
Evan leaned back in his chair. At least Xav wasn’t a slacker, but it
didn’t make Evan feel any better about the prospect of bumping into him at
work. “Anything else?”
“Constantine grew up in LA, went to school in Boston.”
“Boston?” Even more interesting. So much for his initial assessment of
Xav as a broceanographer.
“Yeah, you’ll love this.”
Evan could almost hear Freddy’s grin over the phone.
“He did undergrad at MIT. Mathematics major. Master’s in criminology from
U Penn with an emphasis in cryptology. The FBI was probably falling all over
itself to recruit him.”
No shit. This just got better
and better. “What the hell’s a guy with that kind of background doing in North
Carolina?”
“I could ask you the same question,” Fred shot back. “Of course, if you
decide you want your own McMansion….”
“You couldn’t pay me enough to come to work for you,” Evan joked. Fred
was serious—they’d had this discussion a half-dozen times before.
“Try me.” Fred paused for a moment and then asked, “This personal?”
Evan had no intention of telling Fred he’d slept with Xav. “Not
personal.”
“’Cause word has it he’s gay,” Fred said. “Out but not advertising.” When
Evan didn’t take the bait, Fred added, “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”
Evan shook his head and sighed theatrically. “Don’t even go there,
Freddy. You know I don’t mix business and pleasure. I just want to know what
I’m dealing with. That’s all.”
“You can’t bullshit a bullshitter, man.”
“Thanks for the help,” Evan said, foreclosing the topic. “I’ll let you
know next time I’m out your way. Tell Margie she’s a brave woman.”
“Always do. Laters. And make sure you get your sorry ass out here soon.”
“Will do.” Evan disconnected the call and rubbed his mouth.
Mathematics major at MIT and a master’s from U Penn? No wonder the FBI had
recruited him. And he’d pegged Xav for a surfer! What the hell are you doing in Dare’s Landing, Xavier Constantine?
About A Solitary Man
Sparks fly when Chance meets tall, sexy Xav at a Wilmington bar and they have the hottest one-nighter of their lives. But Chance doesn’t do repeats, Xav seems detached, and they go their separate ways without a word. Two months later, when closeted Assistant District Attorney C. Evan “Chance” Fairchild meets Dare’s Landing’s newest deputy sheriff, Xavier “Xav” Constantine, Evan isn’t only wary. He’s irritated as hell.
Xavier is a former FBI agent turned deputy sheriff who is
hot on the trail of a South American child prostitution ring. Evan is fighting
to put an end to rampant cocaine trafficking and chafing under the thumb of an
election-hungry boss. When someone tries to kill the thirteen-year-old witness
who holds the key to both their investigations, they’re forced to work together
as they put their lives on the line to protect him. As Chance and Xav collide
in heat of a sweltering North Carolina summer, dodging bullets and chasing bad
guys isn’t the only action going on.
About Shira Anthony
Shira loves a great happily-ever-after and never writes a
story without one. She’s happy to write what her muse tells her, whether it’s
fantasy, sci fi, paranormal, or contemporary romance. She particularly loves
writing series, because she thinks of her characters as old friends and she
wants to visit them even after their stories are told.
In real life, Shira sang professionally for 14 years, and
she currently works as a public sector attorney advocating for children. She’s
happy to have made writing her second full-time job, even if it means she
rarely has time to watch TV or go to the movies.
Shira writes about the things she knows and loves, whether
it’s music and musicians, the ocean, or the places she’s lived or traveled to.
She spent her middle school years living in France, and tries to visit as often
as she can.
Shira and her husband spend as many weekends as they can
aboard their 36′ catamaran sailboat, “Lands Zen,” at the Carolina Coast. Not only
has sailing inspired her to write about pirates and mermen, her sailboat is her
favorite place to write. And although the only mermen she’s found to date are
in her own imagination, she keeps a sharp lookout for them when she’s on the
water.
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About Aisling Mancy
Aisling is an author who lives,
most of the time, on the West Coast of the United States. Aisling writes
adult fantasy, adult LGBTQIA romance, and fiction for gay young adults (C. Kennedy).
Raised on the mean streets and
back lots of Hollywood by a Yoda-look-alike grandfather, Aisling
doesn’t conform, doesn’t fit in, is epic awkward, and lives to perfect a
deep-seated oppositional defiance disorder. In a constant state of fascination
with the trivial, Aisling contemplates such weighty questions as If time and
space are curved, then where do all the straight people come from? When not
writing, Aisling can be found taming waves on western shores, pondering the
nutritional value of sunsets, appreciating the much maligned dandelion,
unhooking guide ropes from stanchions, and marveling at all things ordinary.
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Jaycee, thank you for hosting our cover reveal on your blog! It's an honor and a privilege to be here! We are SO excited about A Solitary Man! Thank you ever so much! ❤❤❤
ReplyDeleteIt's absolutely my pleasure! It's a gorgeous cover and the story sounds amazing!
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