Welcome everyone! I know it's been a while but I'm so happy to see you here today! Today, I'm honored to have Shira Anthony and Aisling Mancy visit. You'll remember Shira from earlier visits. I'm a huge fan of her Blue Notes Series. You may not recognize the name Aisling Mancy, but he has also visited us before. Aisling Mancy is a pseudonym for YA author, Cody Kennedy, to write adult books. Surprise! I love his writing! They are here to show off their new book, "A Solitary Man"! It will be an amazing book as they are both extremely talented writers. So without further ado, I present the cover reveal of "A Solitary Man" by Shira Anthony and Aisling Mancy!
A Solitary Man Cover Reveal
A Solitary
Man coming from DreamspinnerPress November 6th!
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.
“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
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
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.
Aisling does respond
to emails because, after all, it is all about you, the reader