  Pam’s first crush was Shaun Cassidy, though her hopes of landing the groovy superstar in wedded bliss were dashed every time her mother chose not to let Pam’s hair grow out in golden feathered waves, but instead had the neighborhood beautician chop them into a boy’s bowl cut.

  Pam’s first love dumped her for another girl after six months. She was vindicated when, less than a week later, he was on a date with his new girl and left his dad’s Cadillac parked in such a way it was hit by a train.

  At some point in her life, Pam has been proficient in German, French horn, trombone and electric bass. She’s had a smattering of knowledge in Russian and the piano. She is quite accomplished in the fine art of elaborate and persuasive rhetoric.

  During the mid-90s, Pam tried writing poetry. After dealing with the small forest creatures harmed during the reading of her prose, she was gently given the age-old advice of “write what you know” and her career as a romance writer was born.   

  At various times in her life, Pam has wanted to be a veterinarian, an international lawyer, and forensic physicist. In alternate universes, Pam would be a mechanic, a baker, and a musician. In the years to come, Pam wants to be a professional student, a cowgirl, and a New York Times bestseller.

  Pam is a complete and total tea slut. She purchases her favorite flavors by the pound and is known to make her own blends using flavored syrups and creamers, whole spices, and powdered mixes incorporated into existing brews.

  Pam currently lives in the southwest with her very own Prince Charming and is working concurrently on her next dark Victorian romance, Tarantino-like thriller, and literary why-the-hell-not. She is perpetually exhausted and disgustingly happy.