The Wet Panty Society

Mac's Mate

2011-04-28T10:02:00.000-07:00

DEA Special Agent Mac McNamara knew this mission was doomed when his crippled helicopter crashed landed in the suspect's front yard. The mission was simple. Gather intel on suspect Callie Johnson and make an arrest. A tip said that a large shipment of drugs was coming from Mexico to Texas via her 500 acres, but Ms. Johnson wasn't your typical drug runner. She's Mac's Mate.

Callie Johnson has two transactions to complete in the upcoming days or people will die. Mac and his mercenaries have invaded her property and they're putting a kink in her well run operation. Mac tells her she's sexy, but that can't be because shes a full figured girl with a cane. Does he want her land like everyone else and will he seduce her to get it? She doesn't trust Mac, but she can't resist him when he lures her into nights filled with erotic pleasure.

When Callie disappears, Mac wonders if she fled or if something bad has happened to her. Either way, Mac's torn between doing his job and claiming Callie. He's just got to find her first.

http://www.loose-id.com/Macs-Mate.aspx

2011-03-16T17:37:00.000-07:00

Santana Jones barely escaped from the man-turned-wolf that attacked her during a camping trip that she’d won from a local radio station. But it turns out the radio station didn’t have a contest and she didn’t win. Then she meets the Luc who thinks he can detain her while he figures out this so-called mystery. Because of her past, allowing Luc to control her is out of the question even if he is the sexiest thing she’s ever seen and she can barely keep her hands off him.

Luc Delemere, the powerful leader of the North American werewolves, didn’t want a mate because her life would constantly be in danger. But when a bedraggled human crawls out of the icy river and stumbles into his barn, Luc finds it impossible to resist his sensual, but stubborn mate. The claw marks on her body confirm that she was attacked by a werewolf, but Luc wants to know who lured her to his land and why.

When Santana receives a note that says “Leave or Luc Dies,” she betrays Luc to save his life.

Can Luc untangle a web of lies and betrayal to find his mate before the assassin does?

Buy at http://www.loose-id.com/Santanas-Heat.aspx

2011-02-05T13:01:00.000-08:00

Happy Valentine’s Day Month. I’m anxiously waiting for my book covers for Santana’s Heat and Mac’s Mate. In the meantime, I offer your two delectable treats. Enjoy!

2011-01-07T17:07:00.000-08:00

Okay, with this blog post, I’m skipping over Christmas and New Years. I hope they were great for you. I also wish you well on your New Year’s Resolution. Of course in my case, it's more of a revolution. I’m kicking and screaming into the new year with the goal of exercise and losing weight. Yes, they were my goals last year, but hey, nothing like giving it a whirl again.

I’ve got two new books coming out this year from Loose Id. Santana’s Heat publish date is 3/15/2011 and Mac’s Mate will be sometime after that. Until then, enjoy this pic.

Vampires and Werewolves

2010-10-07T12:37:00.000-07:00

The good thing about vampires and werewolves…they’re more attractive than the used to be.

Remember Bela Lugosi in Dracula – 1931 compared to Ian Sumerhalder of Vampire Diaries.

Henry Hull in Werewolf of London – 1935 verses Joe Manganiello of True Blood

Wet in the 'baccer field

2010-09-07T11:05:00.000-07:00

I was driving to work in a Category 2 storm when I noticed a bulk tobacco barn –or ‘baccer barn, if you’re so inclined—was missing the entire front of the barn and the ‘baccer was strewn about on the ground. I looked to the right of the barn and caught a glimpse of a little dark car in the ‘baccer field.

The road I was on led to the local high school, so, like the good mom that I am, I said a prayer and turned around. I called my husband who’s in law enforcement, but I couldn’t reach him on any of his ten numbers, so I dialed 911.

And I said another prayer.

Praying that this was an old accident that had already been call in, and if that wasn’t the case, hoping that some man would stop so I could send him out into the field to investigate.

The dispatcher kindly informed me that I was the first. Oh, joy.

I knew what I had to do. I didn’t want too, but I did it anyway.

The dispatcher insisted that I stay on the phone, so I opened the car door and stepped into the driving rain with a purple umbrella that was meant for a martini and my cell phone. Rounding the car, I came to a screeching halt.

There’s a river running beside my car. Not a real river. Not a ditch full of water. Just too much water, running too fast. It was too wide to jump and too far to walk to get around, so I did the only thing I could do, I stepped in it. With my little black flats.

The water was cold, but sucking it up, I slipped and slid my way past the barn, heading for the car. The rows were filled with water, so I did the wise thing and stepped on the hill, sinking my foot up to my ankle in mud. After a few choice words, I pulled my foot up…without my shoe. Now, I’m teetering on one foot (I’ve got my AARP card, so I’m not as agile as I used to be,) holding a martini umbrella, and a cellphone in a Category 2 storm, I did the only thing that I could do…I put my foot down…in the mud…with my sock on.

I think I’m going to be late for work.

After sticking my foot, sock, and mud back into my mud filled shoe, I pressed on. Luckily, the car was empty so I informed the dispatcher and told her I was going home. Heading back to the car, avoiding the hills, because I’m a quick learner, I used that raging river to wash off my shoes. Sliding back into my car, I turned the heater on high—yes, it was August, but I was soaked down to my granny underwear. There was so much mud on my pants, I had to strip on my back porch (hope my neighbors closed their eyes.)

To all those men who drove past me while I was inspecting the ‘baccer field, thanks for nothing.

Whoever owns that little black car, I hope you’re all right. Oh, yeah, and you owe me a pair of little black flats.

Why a penname?

2010-08-23T17:55:00.000-07:00

People often ask if I have a penname and why. The answer is simple. There are four stoplights in my town and oh, I’d say twenty or so churches. The last thing I want is a tent revival in the front yard. And I mentioned on a yahoo group recently, there’s a snake handing church in my town and that is true. Now, I’m not knocking the shake handlers, but personally, the only snake I like is a dead one.

Enjoy!

2010-07-20T18:01:00.000-07:00

Reasons to watch the Word Cup.

2010-06-24T10:23:00.000-07:00

2010-06-04T15:00:00.000-07:00

I’ve been bad. Not the good bad, but the bad bad, and my kid’s moved back home so being good bad is proving to be a problem.

But back to the bad bad. I’ve been bad about posting the monthly ab-delicious. He’s really butt-delicious but who’s complaining.

March Ab-delicious

2010-03-09T16:52:00.000-08:00

2010-01-02T12:23:00.000-08:00

I'm so excited. I’ve signed a contract for Zellia's Blade with Loose Id. And...
Dominating Victoria has been nominated in The Romance Studio's CAPA awards.

Santa Baby, can you get this under the tree for me?

2009-12-02T16:26:00.000-08:00

In my Opinion

2009-11-27T14:39:00.000-08:00

OPINIONS are like…

Buttholes (that’s not the word that I usually use) and everybody has both. The same goes for Advice. Why am I telling you this? Because publishers and contest judges have opinions, advice and...well, you get my meaning. I sent my first manuscript to six publishers; two offers, two rejects and two that I still haven’t heard from. My contest scores from other manuscripts were 75, 75, 95 and 50, 60, 90. Yes, they were all reading the same manuscript.

My very first reject letter was three pages long and I thanked the editor for taking so much time to point out all those things that were wrong, but two other houses accepted the same manuscript. And a couple of my reviews stated that they liked the so-and-so that my reject letter had pointed out as being a bad thing. Opinions. It’s all about opinions.

I feel obligated to point out that my current editor did work her ass off for me and I deeply valued her opinion.

Not everyone that reads your work is going to like it and on the flipside, not everyone that reads your work is going to hate it. I had one critique partner that told me that I should remove all the hells and damns because a publisher would make me remove them anyway. Obviously, she and I weren’t meant to be together and thank heavens I didn’t take her advice. I mean really, people die in my books, have wild sex, and hells and damns are part of the overall makeup of the characters.

Sooo, the object of the game is to find a publisher that likes your work. But don’t forget to consider any advice you get especially if several give you the same advice. I mean really, there’s always something you can do to make the manuscript better.

Kitty

November Ab-delicious

2009-11-01T13:21:00.000-08:00

Abs and water. What more can you ask for?

Okay, I know. Drop those pants.

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month

2009-10-11T12:44:00.001-07:00

I was wondering what to put in my first blog. I haven't mastered facebook and I’m tackling something else. But the Carolina Panthers have on pink shoes. How cool is that? My husband and I made our contribution earlier in the month and I decided to make my first blog about something that’s really important.

October is Breast Cancer Awareness month and we need to take the time to make a difference. It doesn’t take but just a little bit from everybody. No. I don’t have and never have had breast cancer, but my mother-in-law at age 70, my aunt at age 55, and a friend at age 46 all had breast cancer and I’m happy to say that they’re all cancer free. As you can see, breast cancer doesn’t discriminate against age and it doesn’t discriminate against gender. My uncle had breast cancer. I’d say it’s an equal opportunity disease.

We all know somebody who has or has had breast cancer and if you personally don’t you’re just not old enough yet.

So if you feel it in your heart to make a small donation, you can do so at http://www.breastcancersociety.org/ or
http://www.nationalbreastcancer.org/ or
http://ww5.komen.org/ or
http://www.abcf.org/

It only takes a second. I swear.
Kitty

Welcome

2009-10-09T17:23:00.000-07:00

Welcome. This site is under construction. Eventually I'll figure out what I'm doing.