Adel Rosse wedged her luggage into the cramped glass vestibule in the Lockwood Planned Parenthood in upstate New York, her laptop bag slipping from her shoulder to dangle from the crook of her arm as she pressed the entry buzzer. For the third time. “Yes?” Adel glanced around for the camera she knew would be …
Aisling parked her convertible under the stars and started up the steep stone staircase leading to Dalwart Abbey, a fifteenth-century Scottish monastery perched at the tip of the cliffs jutting out over the Atlantic Ocean. The moon hovered like liquid silver over the sea as she climbed, and as she got to the top and …
I felt the scrape of my own whisper against the brick walls of the alley. …Be brave. A group of people pass as I bite my lip and turn back toward the wall, the air around them soaked in rum vapor and the penetrating haze of heat that hovers over Havana. …Live an unusual life. Four minutes …
She was drinking a martini, relatively dirty, nothing crazy. Another writing conference, dry as church dust, and the most interesting part of it was clinking against the glass in my hand. I bought her another when I went to get my own, and she didn’t say thank you. Just pulled me with her eyes from …
Chapter One Parker Haven wound her way through the brick streets, the early autumn rain lifting the wet stone scent of the cobblestones to her nose as she turned to avoid the crush of bodies coming toward her. The backstreets of Salerno were always crowded, but this morning there was a throng of people pressing …
I’m currently sitting by the fire outside my tiny house in the woods, where I wrote most of my latest release, Innis Harbor. I’ve received several questions from readers about the book, so now seems a good time to answer them. Ready? Let’s go. You describe Loch as an androgynous character. Was she inspired by …
Innis Harbor Copyright © 2019 by Patricia Evans Cox. All rights reserved. Chapter One Loch Battersby spotted the journalist in a corner booth as she opened the glass door to the diner. He was already looking at his watch. The waitress behind the counter reached for a coffee cup as Loch rushed past and slid …
I’m reading a current book from one of my favorite authors, and she described one of the characters as …. “overly butch.” This is not a Sapphire author, and she’s very successful and well known, but how can someone be “overly butch?”Why is being very butch, or very femme, somehow a negative? I love butch-identified …