Category Archives: Erotica

“Making Rain” to benefit Conservation International

Over a year ago, I wrote a very short erotica story called “Making Rain” about a rainmaker in Midwest during the Dust Bowl.  The challenge I’ve had marketing the story stems from the fact that “Making Rain” is less than 1,000 words long. 

This little orphan of mine has finally found a home! 

I am very excited to announce that “Making Rain” has been selected for another Coming Together collection, Coming Together: Al Fresco, and will benefit the non profit organization, Conservation International.

Coming Together: Al Fresco is a collection of erotic short stories and poems with the common thread that all stories have an outdoor setting. 

Look for this collection on Earth Day – April 22nd – exclusively at All Romance eBooks!

“Making Rain”
by Angela Caperton

Two rainmakers meet in a space between time.
Can they call the storm?

Coming Together: Al Fresco
from All Romance eBooks
Available April 22, 2009

Two stories in ERWA’s Best of 2008 Collection!

I am thrilled to inform you that two of my stories, “May” and “The Adventure of the Gentlemen Travelers”, have been selected by the Erotica Readers and Writers Association to be showcased in their Best of 2008 Treasure Chest!

Both of these stories were written for the monthly ERWA Theme Weekends.

May” was selected for their La Petite Mort October Theme Weekend.  “The Adventure of the Gentlemen Travelers” was selected as part of their explorations of slash fiction in November.

The stories will be showcased with the other Best of 2008 stories in the ERWA Treasure Chest all year long.

Enjoy, and let me know how you like the stories!

“Under a Moving Star” to Benefit Autism Speaks

I am incredibly proud to announce that my erotic noir mystery “Under a Moving Star” will be part of the anthology
Coming Together: Against the Odds.

This volume of the award winning anthology series will benefit the international non profit organization, Autism Speaks.

Under a Moving Star
by Angela Caperton

There’s a red star in the sky. Does it foretell death? Or desire?

Look for Coming Together: Against the Odds
in June 2009 from Phaze Books!


Top 5 Reasons to Let a Vampire Into the House

On Tuesday, the Black Lace vampire anthology Lust at First Bite which contains my short story “Understudy” was released in the United States!  

To celebrate, I blogged at Bonnie Rose Leigh’s blog about our fascination with these nocturnal bad boys and girls.  Now find a few fun reasons to enjoy this fascinating, blood-sucking icon.

Angela Caperton’s Top 5 Reasons to Welcome a Vampire Into the House

5) Year round Halloween decoration!

4) No need to spend money on bedding or food!

3)  No better means of rodent control.  Not extermination, mind you, but that vamp will have those little critters marching in formation!

2) No more need to face yourself in the mirror in the morning!

and number 1….

1) Designer hickeys!

You can find an excerpt from my short story “Understudy” here.

Look for Lust at First Bite at a bookstore near you, or order from on line retailers!

Guest Blogging – Vampire Lovin’

I’m guest blogging over at Bonnie Rose Leigh’s site and with the upcoming US release of Love at First Bite, talking about our fascination with those sexy neck-biters, vampires!

Check it out at:

Happy hickeys to everyone!

Angela Caperton
Elegant, Eclectic Erotica
Exotic Fair of a Wandering Muse
Angela Caperton MySpace Page

Read “Understudy” in Lust at First Bite!
Read “The Morning Trade” in Girls on Top!

A VERY Happy New Year!

The Hour Between the Years

Round the dial the shadows run
To trace the path of solstice sun
‘Fore shadows claim the dial entire
And new moon climbs to heaven’s spire.

This day, the shortest of the year
Marks the spinning of the sphere,
One cycle spent, its seasons done
The solar tale renewed, begun.

But in the hour when seasons turn
That hour when blue candles burn,
To mark the pass of time’s own ghost
We’ll offer up a timeless toast.

To hope, to light, an end to fears!
In that hour between the years,
The hour when beasts may speak as men,
And long-dead loved ones live again.

A sacred spoke upon the wheel,
When all we dream is seeming real,
Not yesterday, nor the days ahead,
But an endless skein of the weaver’s thread.

I’ll hold you in that timeless time
And bind you with enchanter’s rhyme,
And time will stop, on this longest night,
And you will be my brightest light.

An hour, no more, oh precious span,
We cannot stay the sun’s own plan,
No plea avails, time scorns our tears,
And we pass the hour between the years.

But longest night gives birth to day
And we resume our destined way,
Reborn and strong, bright as the sun,
Our hopes, our love, renewed, begun.

Copyright 2007 Angela Caperton

Be Happy, Be Safe, and May Your New Year be Prosperous and Filled with Joy!

Ghosts of Christmas Told

Christmas traditions in the United States are a smorgasbord of rituals from Europe, mixed in the blender of regional migrations, but the dish did not really jell until the rise of mass media in the late 19th and early 20th Centuries. Thomas Nast, Coca Cola, and right-wing religious wingnuts, among countless others, have helped Yuletide morph into the commercial, de-paganized holiday so many of us have a love-hate relationship with today.

Don’t get me wrong. I love the good parts of Christmas.  I love giving and receiving gifts that are chosen with real feeling, visiting and celebrating with family members, some I see every day, others not for years, and the marking of midwinter with festivals of lights and feasting to remind us of our place on the seasonal wheel.

But, honestly, I wish we had kept more of the tradition of imagination that our ancestors cherished at this time of year. I think our Christmases would be livelier and more fun with a Krampus in them.  Another fine custom that never really made the leap from England to the US is the tradition of the Christmas ghost story.

Because our midwinter holidays are rooted in myth and legend, ghosts are right at home. Several European cultures hold the belief that the dead return on Christmas Eve to mingle with the living – the Finnish Christmas sauna began as a ritual bath with dead ancestors – but the English made a literary tradition of spooky stories at the yuletide.

The most famous example, of course, is Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, but other writers, such as ghost story master M.R. James marked the season with tales of haunting and dread, and ghost stories were a staple of the English “annual” given as presents to young boys and girls. Even in recent years, the BBC had a tradition of presenting a televised ghost story every year during the holiday season.

Sadly, like so much of our culture, Christmas has been sanitized. We’ve rejected the dark companions and the ghosts, and I think in some ways we’ve lost an important element to the holiday.  We yearn for light every day, but without the dark, how do we know the value of what we so fervently pray for?   The ghosts and the Krampuses of Christmas are part of our past and they are likely always to be lurking at our thresholds – or coming down our chimneys – so why not just save the scratches on the door and the soot tracks through the house.

Open the front door and let them in… 

(For a dark. erotic Christmas celebration, read my holiday story, “St. Nicholas’ Eve”.)

eXtasy Holiday Xtravaganza – Dec 12 – 14!!

Happy Holidays, everyone!

Yes, it’s that time of year again, and one of my publishers, eXtasy Books, is gearing up to host their three day holiday Xtravaganza!

Join me and other eXtasy authors December 12 – 14 at the eXtasy Yahoo Group, The eX Factor,
for one heck of a holiday party! Chat with authors and readers, take
fun quizzes, ask ANYTHING of the authors, enjoy excerpts, be entered to
win some GREAT prizes, and have a ton of fun!

I will be one of the hostesses/moderators on December 13, from 6-8 PM EST, and December 14 from 8-10 AM EST.

Check out the prizes eXtasy’s giving away, as well as other author sponsored prizes here!

I will be giving away two fabulous original ornaments crafted by local
artists, and a signed paperback copy of my 2008 Eppie winner, WOMAN OF THE

ALSO!!  From December 1st – 31st, enjoy 30% off all eBook back lists at eXtasy Books.  That includes my three stories epublished by them!  Check out all the titles at eXtasy Books.

LUST AT FIRST BITE Released Today! (Excerpt)

Wow, wow, wow!

My first print sale was my short story “Understudy” to Black Lace for their vampire anthology, Lust at First Bite.  I will never forget getting that letter.  I was so excited I practically….well, use your imaginations.

So, six months after I got the fantastic news, Lust at First Bite is now available for sale at bookstores and on the internet in the United Kingdom, home to Black Lace Publishing. 

Check out some of the buzz at Lust Bites, the Black Lace blog.  The lovely ladies over there will be putting up some excerpts tomorrow.

For those in the U.K., pick up a copy today.

For those of us in the States, well, we have to wait a bit.  The U.S. release date is January 6th, but you can pre-order Lust at First Bite from Amazon right now!

by Angela Caperton
in Lust at First Bite


Mauzy ordered and as Benny bustled off, asked her, “What’s your name?”

She gazed at him, her eyes depthless and filled with laughter and secrets.  “Anastasia,” she said with a little smile to show it was a lie and the end of the subject as far as she was concerned.

Benny brought the drinks, setting Mauzy’s shot down and pouring Ana’s wine with a flourish. He would’ve hung around the table if Mauzy hadn’t waved him away.

“No,” he said, looking directly at her. “This Dracula isn’t a real role. It’s a farce, a joke.”

“So you say,” she sipped her wine, the red liquid shining on her lips.  “Many people like it, yes?”

He shrugged.  “I suppose. There are so many better plays.”

“But this one, there is something of dreams in it, yes?” Her voice caressed him.

“Dreams? Nightmares is more like it.” Mauzy replied and lifted the shot.

“Do you know the difference?” She cocked her head and watched him, the tip of her tongue showing slightly as she sipped her wine.

Mauzy considered a moment.  “When I have a nightmare, I want to wake up,” he said before he threw back the whiskey and welcomed the heat as it coated his tongue and throat.

“Yes,” she smiled, her gaze suddenly intense, black fire flickering in her eyes. “And when you are dreaming – truly dreaming, no matter how terrible or beautiful it is – you do not even know when you are dreaming, so you cannot wake up. Not until sunrise.”

A car roared wetly past. The promised rain had finally arrived.

“Plays though …they ought to be about something tangible, something real.  Not some dream.” The edges of the conversation seemed to unravel around him.

“I do not agree.” She pouted a little and Mauzy heard the rain turn to sorrowful sheets. “I have seen plays that are exactly like dreams and they are the very best. Why?  Because they show us what can be true.  Nothing is more honest than our dreams.  They are our souls. You should listen to yours, Mauzy Lyman.”
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