Category Archives: Writing

Seventy-nine pounds of pets

I updated my biography the other day. It used to read “X# pounds of cats.”  No longer, because the Singer household has expanded beyond cats.

This wasn’t a planned or anticipated change. When one has an in-law for every purpose, (I have, oh, I think, 759 in-laws), one should figure in “the in-law that turns your life upside down.” One of my brothers-in-law (BIL #24, or #25) had a situation where his pets needed a temporary home for an indefinite future.

I didn’t expect to have a temporary kitty. I CERTAINLY didn’t expect to have a temporary doggie. In fact, the last time I had a doggie at all, I was a sweet young thang of twenty-two, and, erm, that was a while ago.

So I know next to nothing about being a dog-mom, and needed to learn fast. I may not be good at it by now, but my fur-child is forgiving, and loving, and we do pretty well. When I’m not freaked out about being loved and needed more than my infant humans, now young men six feet tall, needed me. The babies didn’t spin around knocking things over out of sheer delight in seeing me.

To be this much of any creature’s world is humbling. I strive to be worthy, as I did when the small people who sprang from me began their journeys.

This is fifty-six pounds of my household pets. Darling Zoe. I didn’t know what  joy  you  would  bring  to  my life.

Updating the Author Bio

So many things have changed since I initially posted in the About Me section.  Publishing Cats have come and gone, Olderson and Youngerson have grown to be young men. I don’t ski as much as I used to, not because I don’t still love whooshing down a hill. It’s getting to the slopes–either traffic is worse or I’m less tolerant, or both.

The Marital Unit still smiles upon my work and has yet to get past Chapter Five in the original version of Fire on the Mountain. (That involved a bow, some arrows, and an aspen tree. Good times.)

The resident critters are not all felines, Olderson has moved to California with his lovely wife. But what prompted me to update my bio?

I’ve been eyeing a package for tandem sky-diving. It’s started to sound like fun.

Not changing the picture though–that was taken at a special weekend and the memories are too good to take down.

P.D. Singer lives in Colorado with her slightly bemused husband, one young adult, and seventy-nine pounds of pets. She’s a big believer in research, first-hand if possible, so the reader can be quite certain PD has skied down a mountain face-first, been stepped on by rodeo horses, acquired a potato burn or two, and is rethinking a novel that includes sky-diving.

When not writing, playing her fiddle, or walking the sheddiest member of the family, she can be found with a book in hand. 

Hitting the Change button

Thanks to all of you who are reading this: you’ve stuck around while I had a couple of very rough years. I haven’t talked about it much in public–you guys don’t need to hear me moan.

But it has been the kind of time where a friend advised me to “take the big round sapphire and put it BACK into the idol’s head where you found it.”

I’m trying, believe me, I’m trying.  The 10,000 spiders that just fell on my head are affecting my depth perception, though, so things aren’t quite back to normal.  Getting there.

One change that affects you guys is my relationship with Dreamspinner. To everything, there is a season, and most of my contracts with them have come due. Rights to all my books have come back to me, so the books are down now, aside from some paperback listings that never go away.

What does that mean for you and me? New cover art, for one, and new listings at all the retailers, and new links all over this blog. It will be a lot of work, but it will also be a lot of good stuff happening. The stories will be back, and will bring friends with them to Rocky Ridge Books.

Most of all, it will mean more Kurt and Jake stories. I’m jazzed to finish so many of the projects lurking on my hard drive. In fact, I’m going to a writer’s retreat this weekend, where my main project will be the “Kurt and Jake go to Detroit for Thanksgiving” story.  We had an ominous “you need to talk to Dad and Gramps yourself” scene in Blood on the Mountain. I thought you might like to see how that plays out.

Needs a title though. Have an idea?

Hugs to everyone! Stick around: there are good things to come.

Ooh, free stories!

Want to read some great stories? Meet some new authors, or revisit old friends? Here’s your chance!

Eden Winters and I and some other amazing authors have goodies for you. Pop on over for a complete listing of the great stories available to you.

I’m giving away Prep Work, because I need to get stoked to write the next section of their adventure.  Have some snark and good food, plus sexy times.

(Eden and I do ask that you sign up for the Rocky Ridge newsletter. No matter if you sign up for both our books or are already on that mailing list, you’ll still only get one newsletter once in a while.)

Happy reading!

Concierge Service, now available

At last, Joshua Hannes and Craig Ridley are unleashed upon the world! Life and love in a five-star hotel in New York City, where Joshua fulfills the whims of the wealthy guests, and where Craig could be accustomed to having whims. Except Craig has whims of steel.

I try not to spend more than 20 minutes at a time staring at that beautiful cover, done by the talented Kellie Dennis of Book Cover by Design. Love the way Craig looks so hungrily at Joshua.

The lovely folks at The Novel Approach and Joyfully Jay are my hosts today. They have excerpts and oh, look, a Rafflecopter giveaway. 🙂

Concierge Service is available at your favorite bookstores!

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Joshua Hannes, the concierge of the Vivaldi Central Park Hotel prides himself on fulfilling every impossible request. Tickets to a sold-out show? A purple dye job for a purse dog? A last-minute table at a premier hotspot? No problem.

But the devastatingly handsome penthouse guest wants what?

Self-made billionaire Craig Ridley’s in New York on business, but at the end of the day, he wants to relax with someone interesting. The concierge should be able to supply a friendly face. Just for a little conversation. Dinner and a card game. Not sex with a man he doesn’t know or respect.

Craig didn’t expect the concierge to personally volunteer. Nor to be the man Craig hadn’t known he needed.

A billion reasons why they shouldn’t be together. A billion and one reasons why they should.

A smoldering standalone romance with an HEA.