Category Archives: Writing

Good stuff in KU!

I’m hanging out with a ton of super authors this week, who all write some sweet and hot romance with our favorite kind of couples.

Most of my work is available widely, because readers find their books everywhere from Barnes & Noble to Mondadori, but subscription readers haven’t had a chance at the Mountain series until now. I’m getting the books back up, and at least for a while, Kurt, Jake, Mark, Allan, and all their friends and enemies will be part of Kindle Unlimited.

Right now, Fire on the Mountain and Snow on the Mountain are ready to borrow. Some of Eden Winters’ titles are also part of KU, as are a whole lot of our friends’ work. You can see a whole luscious list of our titles here.

Happy reading!

Keeping you in reading material at Smashwords–sale

Doing my part to stave off boredom while we all hang out at home means putting my Smashwords titles on sale. On Call, the CollectionSpokes and Otter Chaos are 60% off, and Set Up, cute and short, is free. Even my newest release, Running to Him, is 30% off.

Spend your social distancing time with hot guys who, ahem, are not social distancing with each other.

Use the coupon code on site, and go nuts at Smashwords.

Poke the bear, poke the bear, poke the bear–run!

I’m told this is a regional phrase, but I bet you get the gist. And it’s a big chunk of the book coming out in the not too distant future. Tim and Carson aren’t intentionally agitating, (Well, Carson is, kind of) and it does remain to be seen how fast they run and in which directions.

New book is not just on the horizon, it’s available for preorder as an ebook most everywhere. The paperback could be on your doorstep in a day or two, if you don’t want to wait until March 15, when the ebook goes live.

Running to Him is the first book in a new series. You’ll meet several guys who work at Monument Pharma, or would like to. Tim and Carson are the first to get their own story, and their own bottle of ibuprofen, because my goodness do they have a headache to deal with. I’d like to say Lorraine is beyond, but alas, I’ve been hanging out in corners of the internet where she isn’t even a 3 on the scale of 1 to 10.

So I wrote her to get her out of my system, and everyone around her gets some love. Because of course they do. I wouldn’t write it any other way.

Fresh out of college with a chemistry degree, Tim Ratliff’s desperate to move out on his own. He yearns for his own home, his own rules, and the freedom to find the kind of man he’s always dreamed of for his first ever boyfriend.  Tim’s applied at every laboratory he can find, but his job search is coming up crickets.

Monument Pharma would be his dream job, and Lorraine in Human Resources swears he’s a shoo-in to be hired. Wonderful, except that’s the one job he dare not take.

At thirty-three, Carson Eddinger’s life is just about perfect—a great position at Monument Pharma, nice home, sweet ride—except for the no boyfriend part. And the constant sniping from the woman in Human Resources.

She isn’t just a thorn in Carson’s side at work—she’s also Tim’s mom, and she has a white picket fence plan for Tim that definitely doesn’t involve a happy ever after with Carson.

They’ve poked the bear. Now they have to outrun it.

Ebook now on preorder at Rocky Ridge Books,  Barnes and NobleKoboApple, and other retailers. Paperback available now at Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

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.