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 …
I am one of the featured authors on the Literary Adventures at Sea Olivia Cruise at the end of April… so that’s nine days of white sand, the gorgeous Bahamas, and meeting your favorite Sapphire Authors! If you loved McCall and London and want to meet me, or any of the other amazing Sapphire authors, …
London Chapter One She knew who it was before she’d even finished rocketing her name across the men’s department of Selfridges. “Jacqui Bailey…Is that you?” Jaq had a feeling when she’d tipped her triple espresso into her lap this morning that something bad was going to happen, and so far, that spill had been the …
First, thank you to everyone who just read my recent release with Sapphire Books, McCall. I’m grateful as well because McCall certainly wasn’t written by just me, it was created by us. It was you that listened to the lapping of the lake water against the dock and felt Sam’s hand slide around the back of …
Consent. Yep, it’s still a thing. If you’ve read my books, you know there’s an awkward point in every single one. You’ll know when you come across it. Clothes have long since hit the floor, ragged breath has replaced words, and sweat and lust glisten across bare skin. Then everything stops. Let’s let Sam Draper …
Let me tell you about my straight girl crush. I was in high school when I met her and the moment I heard her quote Shakespeare my heart stopped. She was straight, of course, but too beautiful not to stare at. There was a depth to her, something just below the surface, like walking to …
This short story was inspired by a cocktail popular in Paris in the early part of the last century. It’s also based loosely around a feminist writer from the same era. Leave your guess in the comments… I’ll be beyond impressed if you get it right. It was 1947 and I’d left my parents asleep …
Because simply put, I want to see what part of you, your words, your voice, even the way you run your hand through your hair might be the spark that becomes a new character. I think we all have an inner character. The one we want to think is the real us but rarely is. …