Man's World Reviewed
My erotic science fiction novel, Man’s World, has received excellent reviews lately, so I thought I’d better pimp my favorite interstellar call girl here again. Man’s World may have offered the most fun I’ve ever had writing and I am very pleased with the way it came out (and with most of the reception it’s received, although I learned I broke a taboo that one romance reviewer found objectionable. Ay… It is what it is…)
While I like to think that many romance readers would like Man’s World, as is my nature, I didn’t write the book necessarily to fit in that genre. Man’s World doesn't fit neatly into a genre…the heroine is too promiscuous for the conventions of romance and there is probably more humor than some might prefer in a work of erotica. But it’s the story I wrote and I’m proud of it and pleased that some readers appreciate what I was aiming for.
Man’s World, as one astute reviewer noted, plays with the conventions of sex roles as they often exist in popular fiction. It owes a debt to William Moulton Marston, the creator of Wonder Woman, and to the stacks of lurid old magazines Drake shares with me.
If you’ve enjoyed any of my stories, I think you would like Man’s World.
In this excerpt, my heroine, Stella Blue Darter, has ventured into the jungle that lies at the base of the towering (phallic - what else would it be?) structures of Scion City, where the alpha males of the planet Moulton live and play. She has devised a plan to ensnare Mallus Merman, the brother of her captive boyfriend, Harker. Mallus has just found her after a particularly slimy encounter with a giant mollusk.
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“Hello, pretty lady,” he said. “You’re not from around here, are you?”
She rose and spun toward the voice and she saw the family resemblance at once. Mallus looked a lot like his younger brother, but Stella saw that Mallus had been enhanced, that every possible cosmetic and medical miracle had been performed on him to make him gorgeous, classically handsome with a chin that might chip stones, arms banded with muscle, a broad, bare chest, crossed with leather straps, and the bow held casually in his hands. His eyes, so like Harker’s soft green, looked her over with an entitled gleam. His beater, shaggy-haired and golden skinned, almost as big as Mallus and entirely naked save for a broad belt and a holstered weapon, stood just behind the hunter.
“I don’t think she’s going to run, Ernest,” Mallus said. “A pity.”
Stella considered surrendering on the spot. Her scheme had involved using the little bits of fur as bait, driving Mallus into a lustful frenzy that would ensure he kept her for himself when he finally caught her, after a long, exhausting chase. She imagined herself falling naked into his arms, begging him for mercy, fucking him senseless and then, in the throes of afterglow, telling him about the plot, about Harker. That plan seemed ridiculous in the face of his masculine power. If she ran, who knew how many more giant snails—or worse things—she might run into?
He stood near enough to her that she felt the heat from his skin.
She saw lust in his eyes but something else too. Contempt.
Ok, she thought, more than a little irked. Perhaps plan A was the right course. She brought the spear shaft up between his legs, not hard, but enough to surprise him and steal his footing. She twisted the weapon and he fell backwards onto Ernest. Mallus made a grab for her as he fell and caught one of the cords that crossed her back, breaking it. She left him with a string of furry pieces and bolted for the jungle.
His grab had done enough damage to the infrastructure of her garment that the front failed, leaving her left breast bare. She turned just at the edge of the clearing to give him a look, and then plunged heedlessly into the brush.
She heard the men’s laughter behind her as they scrambled up and began to pursue her. Her slender build gave her a distinct advantage in the undergrowth and she realized that, even unfamiliar with the terrain, she might easily escape them if she kept to the thickets. Mallus would have no room to get a shot at her either.
Then she put her hand on a sinuous animal, long, thick and scaled where it lay torpid on a branch. Stella screamed as she bolted away, and the crashing of pursuing men grew louder. She tore away a flopping strand of fur and left it to mark her trail. Her plan to slowly shed the garment was helped considerably by the brush she pushed through, though the sharp-edged leaves and thorns did not stop with the fur and leather. She stung from a thousand scratches and cuts as she burst out of the growth and into another clearing. Little remained of her garment but a scrap of dangling fur that covered the blue strip of pussy hair. Breathless, sweaty, desperate, she froze when she saw the clearing’s other inhabitant. It might have been a huge dog, but its head appeared to be made of bone, pearly and smooth, and the teeth it bared looked like swords. She saw wily, savage intelligence in its eyes as it crouched, sizing her up, snarling.
Mallus, she thought. Where the hell are you?
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If you'd like to hear an audio excerpt of Man's World, check it out at Nobilis Erotica! Many thanks to Nobilis, and to Kelly M. for the voice talent that gave audio life to Stella!
Posted by Angela Caperton at 7/2/2011 2:50 PM 
Categories: Sci Fi, Man's World, reviews, Angela Caperton, Erotica, Circlet Press
Tags: Angela Caperton Mans World Erotica Science Fiction Reviews
Categories: Sci Fi, Man's World, reviews, Angela Caperton, Erotica, Circlet Press
Tags: Angela Caperton Mans World Erotica Science Fiction Reviews
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