Snow on the Mountain, now in French

Still on the preorder page at Dreamspinner, but I have my print copy already! (And you can too, if you love turning paper pages and want to hear Jake murmuring screaming, “Oui, oui!” to Kurt. Had to fix that, because of the kitchen scene. Heh.)   Or park the Avalanche on your reader, in mobi, epub, or pdf. Because Snow on the Mountain is now Avalanche sur la Montagne.

Suite de Brasier sur la montagne

Les Montagnes, tome 2

La poudreuse, les pentes magnifiques et les élégants hôtels de la station sélect de Wapiti Creek attirent les experts et les plus fortunés, mais pour Jake Landon et Kurt Carlson, l’attrait vient du travail. Skieur novice, Jake a été assigné au télésiège de la piste pour débutants, mais Kurt craint d’être obligé de pelleter de la neige tout l’hiver. Enseigner dans une école de ski privée devrait être le boulot de ses rêves, mais ce travail provoque les rires et les regards en coin de ses nouveaux amis.

Tout l’été, Jake et Kurt sont restés seuls dans la nature. Si Jake voulait rester dans le placard, ça n’avait pas d’importance. Maintenant, ils doivent gérer leur relation en public, et les jumeaux de cinq ans qui ont désigné Jake comme camarade de ski sont aussi nuisibles que le pisteur qui craque pour lui. Les amis potentiels, les collègues vicieux et les périls de la montagne pourraient provoquer la fin de leur couple, mais pour Kurt et Jake, le plus grand danger vient de l’autre.

Thank you, Dreamspinner and Julianne Nova!  On preorder now, and available to read on August 15. 

Whoooo! Um, what’s whoo! in French?

At the Rainbow Bridge

“Thirty-five pounds of cats” in my author bio always drew a chuckle, and sometimes emails from readers measuring their pets in avoir-dupois.  Our two cats, Max and Joe, were enough to describe in this goofy way. They were big boys, even when time and age trimmed them down and I had to edit down the poundage.


They liked being together, or possibly one wasn’t allowed to have a choice sleeping spot or lap to himself. They didn’t divvy up Mom’s lap and Dad’s lap: one was squashed by two cats while the other had none.

Max didn’t follow Joe onto the computer desk, where he supervised the publishing process. How Rocky Ridge Books gets a new story out without Publishing Cat’s direction I hardly know, though we have fewer COK* typos.


Rather than chronicle their aging, I didn’t revise. Then when the harshest revision happened, and we lost Joe a few months ago, I updated the pet count to Old Man Cat.

Max and Youngerson shared a birthday, or so YS declared when we brought home the adult feline who was approximately the same age.

Youngerson is twenty now. Tall and strong and with the world ahead of him. And Max was twenty, too.

Max was a terrific playmate for two small boys: gentle, tolerant, inclined to stay where he was put. I would occasionally find him wearing little boy shorts, T-shirts, and five socks.  He definitely had an opinion on the wardrobe, you could see it in his eyebrows, but he never once offered to scratch.

They were always special pals in a way that left Olderson out: kitty cuddles were part of bedtime, but no matter whose bed Max was in at lights-out, he was in Youngerson’s bed by morning.  What might have been more room with a smaller boy persisted when the boy grew to six feet tall. “A man and his cat, it’s a beautiful thing,” I would joke when I found Max snuggled up against YS’s neck, and it was.


Somehow the one space Joe never contested was Max’s territory beside Youngerson.

Olderson grew up and became a dog person and partner to a lovely young lady, and I changed my bio again, from living with two rowdy proto-adults to only one. And of course, with Old Man Cat.

Worn thin with age and medical issues, Max burned through several of his nine lives. He wore himself thinner hunting for his lost cuddle buddy.  Today, they are together again.


And now P.D. Singer lives with her husband, one proto-adult, and a deficiency of cats.


*Cat on Keyboard

Diving Deep at the Rainbow Awards

How to make Pam happy in one easy step: feedback from a happy reader. Or maybe readers. I hardly know, except that these comments came from a judge at the Rainbow Awards. 

“This book has two things that are the most important to me – the intriguing characters and the plot. Lee and Bobby were interesting, both as individuals and as a couple. And I was really glad that they talked to each other about their problems and misunderstandings. Also, there wasn’t insta-solution for Lee’s problems and I’m grateful of it.”

And there was an icon to go with the kind words. Which makes my heart go pitty pat.

While I’d sent the book in some time ago, hearing anything back this soon was boggling. I’m rather fond of this book, even though it was definitely a hard book to write in some ways. When an author talks about sitting in front of the keyboard and bleeding, my relationship to this book is what they’re describing.

So the recognition is especially sweet. Makes every drop of blood that hit the page worthwhile.

Thank you, Elisa Rolle, for all the hard work that goes into the Rainbow Awards. You are a rock star.


Adventure, danger, passion. A heady mix that only a select few can breathe—and live.

Standing by while his lover tempted fate deep under the Atlantic drove Lee Preston into the bottle. The pain of watching his captain drown in a sea of booze sent elite wreck diver Bobby MacArthur running.

Lee chases whiskey the way Bobby chases adrenaline. The farther apart they stay, the better off they’ll both be. And if Bobby repeats those words often enough, he might start believing them. Now his former partner is calling to his diver soul with the promise of the find of a lifetime. Every crazy chance he takes underwater is safe compared to coming back, but if Lee’s turning his life around, Bobby will haul his gear back aboard the Bottom Hunter.

But not as lovers—yet—and no booze, no wild gambles two hundred feet below. Not even to identify a missing piece of history sunk to the bottom of the Atlantic. Fate has given them a chance to redeem what was lost, if they survive.

But the sea is jealous of her secrets, and the price of her treasures is high.

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New paperback, this time in French

What fun! Jake and Kurt are off to have adventures in French.

It’s very odd to have written a book and be completely unable to read it. This might be my big opportunity to learn a new language.

Pam, what have you done?

Well, I went and wrote a book with my best buddy Eden Winters. We used her characters from A Bear Walks Into a Bar, because they were just so much fun to play with: the bear shifters Dillon and Sawyer, Brad the fox, Jerry and Kevin the wolves, and more.

And it’s called Two Bears and a Baby for a reason. Because, well, our two gay bears are not just shifting, they’re brewing up a family.

Dillon’s not entirely happy about it either: what kind of terrible joke has the universe (and Pam and Eden)  played on him? Heheheheh.

Well, the Sleuth of Ballantine Mountain is about to get bigger. Along with Dillon’s middle.

It’s on preorder at Amazon right now, and will be live everywhere come July 1st.