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Comment on Drake's Vocabulary

Drake — Mon, 31 Mar 2008 18:56:37 GMT

We are aligned on our Zorro film enthusiasms. I would have to say pretty much the exact same thing...

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Jeanne Barrack — Mon, 31 Mar 2008 04:19:01 GMT

I love "The Mark of Zorro". For years it was the Zorro movie to which I compared all others. Not until "The Mask of Zorro" did I find a comparable film.

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Caffey — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 04:01:15 GMT

Oh gosh, I'm so happy for you Angela!!! I haven't had the joy to get this yet, but I so remember the joy reading your voice in INSPIRATION. Hope you are celebrating too!

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Drake — Sat, 15 Mar 2008 15:39:03 GMT

Thanks for taking the time to comment.

Yeah, Witness and Nightmare Alley are probably his two best films, but I like The Mark of Zorro a lot too.

Not that it's a good idea, but I think "Nightmare Alley" is a story that might benefit from a remake. The book is, no surprise, quite a bit sexier than the film and a version made today could be fun.

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Jeanne Barrack — Sat, 15 Mar 2008 13:15:56 GMT

I decided to surf on by and show my dh your incredible review of Alan Moore's book and what should I find but a discussion of the word "geek" and a mention of my favorite Tyrone Power film.
This and "Witness for the Prosecution" rank as his finest acting, in my opinion. Though I adore many of his films for all the wrong reasons ;~D
"Nightmare Alley" and "Witness for the Prosecution" display the talent that might have been, had his life not been cut short.
Thanks for a great post!

Comment on EPPIE WINNER! - Woman of the Mountain

Angela Caperton — Sat, 15 Mar 2008 08:29:35 GMT

Thank you, Caffey! I am still flying high on the win!

That is actually a very interesting question about Woman of the Mountain. WotM was written with something of an open ending in the respect that the world I created can be revisited through the adventures of a character other than the hero and heroine (Adita and Casmin). In the back of my mind, I have that story stirring, but currently a few other projects are taking the spotlight! . The Passions of Pearl and Inspiration are also both stand alone stories, and quite different from WotM . WotM is epic in scope, while Pearl is a comic romp and part of eXtasy's Tarot series, and Inspiration is a very sensual (and sexy!) historical novella with its roots in myth and what it is to be an artist and a muse.

Thank you, Caffey for your comment!

Angela Caperton

Comment on EPPIE WINNER! - Woman of the Mountain

Caffey — Sat, 15 Mar 2008 06:32:35 GMT

Hi Angela! I heard so much beautiful about this book and have it on my wishlist to get! I saw you too have a new one (sound humorous and hot!) Would WOMAN OF THE MOUNTAIN one be a stand alone or start to a series?I like to read the first books. Thanks. Loved the excerpt, they were beautifully sensual! Congrats on the EPPIE!

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Angela Caperton — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 20:23:23 GMT

** ADULT EXCERPT***

Casmin made his way down to the stream and found a place where bushes gave him some shelter. He stripped off the clothes of his town and his clan and reveled in the cool spring air. He drew a deep breath and then plunged naked into the water to bathe. When he emerged, Benessa sat on the bank, holding his golden tunic in her lap. The clothes he had removed were nowhere in sight. He blushed and laughed, lingering at the stream’s edge, though the shallow water gave him no cover, nor was the bank high enough to hide him from her gaze.

“My clothes, Benessa, please. The sun is setting and the air is cooling. You would not want me to get chilled.”

“You will not get cold.” She smiled at him, warm and promising.

Casmin covered himself as best he could, catching his cock in his hand as he edged toward the girl, hiding it from her.

Benessa regarded him with an appraising glint in her eyes. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders, over a simple white blouse and a skirt the color of ripe grain. Her legs, bare to the thigh, were a shade paler than the skirt, long and golden as the dawn, her feet bare and slender. As he drew near her, she half turned and, with arms raised, she lifted the white blouse over her shoulders, her tanned back turned to him for a moment, like wheat, supple and vibrant, before she turned again. Casmin stared at the glorious beauty of her breasts, nipples stiff and dark, the muscles of her stomach tight as she cast the tunic aside and opened her arms to him.

Breathless, he drew near her, his attention caught by the fall of darkness across shoulders pale as cream and the swelling brown points of her breasts. His cock quickly grew beyond any hope of hiding and Casmin spread his arms and smiled at the merchant’s daughter.

She caught his hands, hers like burning coals, her fingers caressing his wrists; her thumbs insistent in his palms, skin seeking skin with fevered purpose. She pulled herself to him and he instinctively embraced her, her breasts crushing against his wet chest, heat and the cool caress of the evening air, like lightning down his stomach. He ground against her, his hard length probing the skirt that she was already struggling to free herself of. Her hands guided his to her hip and breast, then the skirt fell. Her glorious golden legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him to her.

Beneath the skirt, she wore a single garment of white cotton, barely concealing her sex. Lustrous dark hair peeked over the cotton band. Her legs moved with expert precision, her feet curving to grip his calves. Her dark eyes echoed the question on her lips, as she stroked his chest and shoulders.

“Have you known a woman before, Casmin?”

A fluttering like the wings of a bird filled his stomach. “Oh, aye, of course,” he answered, his voice wispy and uncertain.

“Of course you have,” Benessa grinned. She untied the cotton at her waist and dismissed the simple girding.

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Angela Caperton — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 20:14:19 GMT

EXCERPT (PG)

He could not take his eyes from the smooth perfection of her muscled legs, the hard line of her stomach where her vest parted, or that one perfect breast, its nipple sharp and demanding to be bitten.

Elena turned sideways, facing him, her gaze alight with humor.

Casmin eased himself to his knees, reaching for her and then Elena was in his arms and the smokeless fire of their camp turned icy compared to the heat.

Elena held him and it was as though strength from her flowed into him, so the stiff ache of the wound peeled away, curling into a wisp of nothingness, burned away by desire. Her hands were tender on his back as he reached under her vest, his thumbs on her astonishing nipples, hard as cherry stones and responsive to his heated touch.

Casmin kissed Elena, and she returned the kiss, but not with the passion he expected.

She pulled away, smiling. “My captain,” she said, “I am not for you, and you are not for me.”

Silence filled the space between them for less than a heartbeat. Casmin knew the truth of her words even as she drew back from him a little, her hands hot on his chest, her eyes darker than forest shadows, shining with the sunset’s fire.

“You learned long ago that not all who serve the goddess wear the priestess’ robes. Every woman holds some of her magic.”

Casmin smiled as he saw Elena with new eyes. He saw much of Zenthe in this woman and, for a moment, he felt something almost like fear at the proximity of the goddess.

“I have never been with a man, Casmin, or with a woman. I would love for you to be my first lover, but I will remain untouched until Zenthe decrees otherwise. She does not demand chastity of her faithful. I do not hold myself pious. In my heart I have felt that Zenthe would let me know when my fated one was near, and I am waiting for him. He is near, I know, but not now.” She smiled again at him, the edgy huntress for an instant replaced by the perfect maiden. “Not today.”
The world hung in perfect stillness.

“Soon, Casmin, you will be with a woman who is your woman, and there will be no others for you then, nor any other man for her, forever.

“Desire and your woman will be one and the same. Together you will be whole.”

Elena stood then, ran the fingers of her right hand along the line of Casmin’s cheek, and she smiled as she said, “When you are with your lover, Casmin, you must remember this. Make love to her as though that day is the very last day of the world. Worship her and rejoice in the moment you have, that you are with her, before light and love are gone forever.”

Breathless, yet filled with a fierce strength, Casmin rose to his feet, awed at the dark perfection of this woman in the fading afternoon light, radiant and beautiful and untouchable, ready to ride behind her toward the temple, to the inferno itself if she asked it. He answered her the only way he could.

“Yes, my goddess. Yes.”

Comment on The Passions of Pearl - Available on Valentine's Day!

Angela Caperton — Fri, 15 Feb 2008 19:14:36 GMT

Thank you, Caffey!

I loved writing all my books, and I've been lucky that each one has offered me something different. The Passions of Pearl, my newest release, was huge fun to write, and on top of some steaming sex, there's also ribbons of humor.

I'm looking forward to the Love & Lust Party tomorrow I'll be there on and off all day tomorrow and will post excerpts and comments from all three of my books as the day progresses.

I hope to see you there!