GRL Now and Then ~ GRL Spotlight Stop with Shira Anthony

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Thanks, Brandilyn and Prism for making the lead up to GRL 2015 extra special! I’m excited to be here and excited to be heading off to my 4th GRL. It’s hard to believe that it was only four years ago that I flew to Albuquerque with Venona Keyes and EM Lynley to attend my first GRL. I love conferences, even though I’m always a little nervous before.

It’s also been four years since my first MM romance, The Dream of a Thousand Nights, was published by Dreamspinner Press. Dream was a sexy and sweet fairytale romance about a jinn and a prince. I had a lot of fun writing it. At lot has changed since my first GRL and my first gay romance.

11760183_1170393899643106_102515885892069301_n I’m particularly excited about my next release, A Solitary Man, a book co-written with the wonderful Cody Kennedy (writing under his adult pseudonym, Aisling Mancy). A Solitary Man, perhaps more than any other project I’ve worked on, combines romance, action, character growth, and realism in a way that makes for what Aisling and I think readers will find to be a fun and exciting read, but also has something to say.

Some of you may know that I’m a public sector attorney (when I’m not writing!) and longtime child advocate. The idea for A Solitary Man came to me after I heard a story about children held in solitary confinement. That story, about a college-bound teenager who was placed in foster care because her mother was a drug addict, really took hold of my heart and wouldn’t let go. The teenager got into trouble with the law and was jailed, then got into a fight with another inmate and was thrown into solitary confinement. Being locked up in a tiny cell made her lose touch with reality, and the more she screamed to be released from the cell and the more she lost touch with reality, the more the authorities resolved that she needed to stay in there.


Based on that true story, Aisling and I created a universe where that terrible reality has enduring consequences for Chance Evan Fairchild, one of the two main characters. Chance is a successful assistant district attorney working in a coastal North Carolina city, and is a graduate of Columbia Law School and the University of North Carolina of Chapel Hill. He’s also a former foster child who lands in juvenile detention and solitary confinement in his teens. Chance survived because someone believed in him and encouraged him, but inside he’s still pretty much a mess. He doesn’t have any close friends, and he’s inept at relationships in general. He is, as the title says, a “solitary man.”

When Chance meets ex-FBI agent Xavier Constantine, his life forever changes. Xav is hot on the trail of a child sex trafficking ring and Chance is prosecuting drug cases. When their cases intersect, the men are forced to work together. Sparks and bullets fly, and as the two men race the clock to solve their cases, Chance is forced to take a hard look at his life. Will he survive long enough to figure out how to be in a relationship with Xav? You’ll have to read the book to find out. It will be released on November 6th.

While solitary confinement of juveniles is generally a thing of the (recent) past, the practice continues for adults in the United States. As society becomes more aware of the harmful results of long-term confinement, more and more states are changing or abolishing the practice. Sure, A Solitary Man is fiction. But the inspiration behind it is real. I love writing stories like Chance’s that combine action, sex, romance, character arc, and a story grounded in the real world. When I went to GRL for the first time four years ago, I never thought I’d be writing stories like Chance’s. Now I can’t wait to write more! –Shira

Want to read more about A Solitary Man? Click here: A Solitary Man

~Shira Anthony


Title: A Solitary Man
Author: Shira Anthony and Aisling Mancy
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Publication Date: 11/06/2015
Cover Artist: Reese Dante
Genre: Contemporary


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 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 eleven-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 the heat of a sweltering North Carolina summer, dodging bullets and chasing bad guys isn’t the only action going on.


Excerpt from Chapter Four:

Evan sat in the parking lot of the bar, fingers clenched around the steering wheel. Faison had pushed him to his limits. It pissed him off beyond reason how the man blew off the important stuff and focused only on what would help move his political career forward. Evan had never liked politicians. Even the DA before Faison, who now had a seat in the state senate, hadn’t been anything to write home about, but at least he hadn’t made Evan want to scream in frustration. With Faison, Evan felt he was spinning his wheels, where before he’d at least made progress toward cracking down on drug suppliers. Too many people—kids in particular—were falling victim to the drugs they should have taken off the street. Evan hated that, and he’d come to hate Faison for doing so little about it. Worse still, Faison had done nothing at all to make a dent in the problem but wasted no time distorting facts in order to spin things for his next campaign. Hypocrisy at its finest.

Breathe. Normally Evan let Faison’s bullshit roll off his back. But when Faison blew off the things that were important to Evan, the frustration he’d felt as a child and the accompanying rage came roaring back. Faison didn’t give a crap about illegal drugs, but those drugs had nearly destroyed Evan’s life.

He inhaled for four counts, held his breath for four, and exhaled for four counts. His heart slowed and tension began to leave his body—one of many useful things Evelene had taught him when he was a kid.

The other thing that worked for him when he felt as though he might spontaneously erupt into flames?

Evan smiled and eyed the sign over the entrance to the bar. It read The Velvet Lounge. Wilmington was just far enough from Dare’s Landing that he didn’t have to worry about being seen. He kept his head down and his sex life firmly in the closet. Faison and his political backers probably couldn’t fire him for being queer, but he didn’t need the bullshit that came with being out. He’d had enough bullshit to last him several lifetimes already. The inside of his closet was perfectly comfortable, regardless of who they married at city hall these days.

The bouncer nodded to Evan as he walked inside. The sound of Easton Corbin’s “Baby Be My Love Song” hit him at the same time the icy-cold air conditioning blasted him, and the sweat-soaked curls at the back of his neck gave rise to goose bumps. Nothing like August in North Carolina. Hot, muggy. Vacation Bible school over. Pulled pork and a gallon of sweet tea. If things slowed down at the office, he’d take next weekend and sail his boat to Cape Lookout, have fresh fish for dinner, and sleep under the stars.

The thought of work had him clenching his jaw again. He forced himself to breathe deeply and took a seat at the corner of the bar. Trading his expensive suit for a button-down and jeans had done little to erase his frustration. He needed something stronger.

“Patrón Silver and a Bud.” He drank the shot as soon as the bartender set it down, ordered another, and took a pull of beer. He welcomed the tendrils of alcohol that eased his tight shoulder muscles.

Satisfied the evening was getting better, he glanced around the bar. The place wasn’t a dive, but it wasn’t what Evan would have called upscale either. The paneling was dark and weathered; the polished wood floor reflected the track lighting. A dozen tables, all of them occupied on a Friday evening. Country music played in the background, something Evan didn’t recognize but that reminded him of the songs his mother had played when he was young. Over on the tiny platform that served as a stage, someone had begun to set up for the live band that would play later in the evening. It was too early for live music, but not too early for what Evan had come looking for.

He nodded to a few familiar faces—Evan didn’t do repeats—then checked out the new ones. A ginger with a bit of a paunch at the end of the bar. A twink giggling and sipping on an umbrella-laden drink at one of the nearby tables. A man with a dark ponytail seated at the middle of the bar sucking on an imported beer, the corded muscles of his arms straining against the fabric of his dark blue T-shirt. Lean, thirtyish, with the honeyed skin of someone who spent a great deal of time outdoors. Surfer, here to improve his “broceanography” at Wrightsville Beach, Evan concluded. Since the Nat Geo article, he’d seen a lot more of them. Even better? The guy was looking back at him.


Evan raised his beer and nodded. The guy nodded back and Evan walked over. “Hey.”

“Hey.” The smile that lit the man’s face made his green eyes sparkle. Evan couldn’t quite place the accent. Definitely not Southern.

The man flagged down the bartender, who had just set Evan’s second shot in front of him. “Two of what he’s drinking, on me.”

“Thanks.” Evan set his empty on the bar and leaned languidly on the edge.


“Chance,” Evan said.

Xav chuckled. “You’re serious?”

Evan nodded. He only used the name at bars, but it was his first name. “My mother had a twisted sense of humor.” And a serious coke addiction, but he wasn’t going to share that.

Xav raised a quizzical eyebrow. Evan didn’t care if Xav wanted to know more. He downed the second shot and shed his Evan persona the way he’d shed his suit. For tonight, he was Chance. Evan and all his crap could wait until the morning.

“You from around here?” Chance asked as he sat next to Xav.

“No.” Xav didn’t elaborate.

Chance could work with that. Didn’t matter given his no-repeat policy.


“Grew up in Bertie,” Chance said truthfully. “Near the Virginia border.”

The bartender set their drinks in front of them. “Never heard of it.” Xav’s words didn’t seem to judge, just state a fact.

“Half the people in the state haven’t.” Chance picked up one of the beer bottles and handed it to Xav, the brush of his fingertips against Xav’s calculated. Xav’s short intake of breath pleased him, Xav’s fingers lingering just slightly too long against Chance’s. Years ago, Chance might have looked away. But he’d come to enjoy the self-confidence and power he felt when he didn’t back down, much as he’d come to enjoy locking horns with defense counsel in court.

Xav didn’t look away either.

Nice. His past few hookups here had been low-key—translate: jejune. This one held more promise.

“I’m staying at Wrightsville Beach,” Xav said. Chance repressed a laugh. Yep. Surfer. “I’ve got a few beers and a day-old pizza.” The edges of Xav’s very kissable mouth quirked upward and his thigh brushed Chance’s.

Someone at one of the tables laughed, and the sound of a guitar being tuned mingled with the clanking of beer bottles. Chance hoped they’d be out of there before the music started. He wasn’t in the mood.

Chance went to pull his wallet from his pocket, but Xav stood and leaned over him and handed the bartender a few bills before Chance could extricate it. Nicely done. Chance caught a whiff of cologne, subtle and citrusy. From his close vantage point, Chance watched the rhythmic pulse of a vein beneath Xav’s chin.

Chance stood straighter, his hard cock straining against the heavy fabric of his jeans. “Thanks.”

Xav didn’t cede any territory as Chance stood, his shoulder pressing against Xav’s chest. Chance hadn’t realized the man stood nearly half a head taller. Chance clenched his jaw and felt his shoulders and neck tense as he fought the urge to shove Xav out of his personal space. He didn’t like it when people got too close to him. The only exception was when he was getting laid. He took a slow breath, met Xav’s eyes, then moved away and downed his second beer. “I’ll follow you,” he said.


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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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One thought on “GRL Now and Then ~ GRL Spotlight Stop with Shira Anthony

  1. Shouldn’t solitary confinement come under ‘cruel and unusual’ punishment? What a horrible thing to do to another human being. On a cheerier not, Solitary Man sounds like a fantastic read from two of my favorite authors! 🙂

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