The Naughties Get Smutty with Karen Erickson

Hey everyone! A big thank you to the wonderful ladies of the Naughty Nine for hosting us this week! I must share that today is an important day for me. Why, you ask? Well, it just so happens to be my fabulous husband's birthday. He's turning twenty five - yeah I like 'em YOUNG.

Just kidding. He is younger by me but only by two years (and we're beyond our twenties, trust me)...

I am the newest Smutketeer--the sweetest and most innocent, too. *bats eyelashes* I'm corrupted by the smutty ladies I blog with constantly. Really, I swear!

Okay, I'm kidding again. I cannot deny I'm just as smutty as the rest. And to keep with the theme, I'm going to share with y'all my favorite smuttiest moment on film. That would have to be from the movie The Lover. Have you seen it? Oh, my. *fans self* When you can watch a movie and think the scene where they hold hands is sexy, then whew. Yeah. It's full of the sexy, both the subtle and the blatant. Yum.


So let's talk books. FALLEN came out last month and it's my first foray into paranormal fantasy-type stuff. Here's the blurb:

Jordan Sumner is ready to embrace her new life. After nearly dying at the hands of her mother, moving to a new town offers new possibilities. First on her agenda? Get a tattoo. She just doesn't expect the tattoo artist to be so incredibly sexy or for her to recognize him as the guardian angel who saved her life years ago.

Gabriel Wilder knows the minute he sees Jordan she's different from any other woman he's ever met. A fallen angel with no memory of his past, he senses Jordan is linked to him. He's drawn to her sexually-in every sort of way. They're meant for each other and no matter how much he fights it, he knows it's a waste of his time.

An unknown evil is sent from Jordan's past and is ready to sink its claws into her. Gabe must fight to save what he considers his-Jordan. But is he strong enough to fend off the demon who wants Jordan as his sacrifice, now that he's fallen…fallen for her?

Fallen is available at Loose Id.

Want to read an excerpt? Here ya go - and if you make it all the way to the end, you have a chance to win a prize!

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She was light as a feather, but that was no surprise, Gabe thought as he scooped Jordan into his arms and started down the short hall toward her bedroom. He was careful with the way he touched her back, for he knew it still healed. She looped her arms around his neck, and it was her turn to press her face against his neck. He felt the brush of her lips, and he nearly stumbled. Felt the dab of her hot, wet tongue and almost crashed into the wall.

“Salty,” she murmured just before she gave him another lick, and holy shit, he about knocked her head against the doorway of her bedroom when he entered. With gratitude he deposited her on the bed. Let her fall to the mattress, where she landed with a slight bounce.

A bounce that jiggled her breasts, which he noticed were bra free. Those pretty little hard nipples poking against the fabric of her T-shirt were testament to that. She scooted backward so she lay propped against a pile of pillows, her gaze locked on him, and slowly, teasingly he removed his shirt. Tugged it up over his abs, his chest, then over his head, tossing it on the floor, letting her get a good look at what she was about to get involved with.

Because they were getting involved. He could protest all he wanted, but it was too late. He was in deep. Just the thought of her being with anyone else made him want to kill her phantom lover, and it was just a thought, not even a real person.

He couldn't lose her. She belonged to him. And he was about to make her his.

Her mouth dropped open as her gaze roved over him. She looked as if she appreciated what she saw, but he couldn't be sure. He was a rough-looking character, prided himself on it even. Tattoos circled each bicep, curled down either side of his torso. Vibrant, strong tattoos that represented parts of his life, the life he'd only been able to remember for the past eight years.

“You're beautiful,” she whispered, and he was oddly touched at her compliment. No one had ever called him beautiful before.

“I should scare the hell out of you.” His hands went to the front of his jeans, and he worked one snap undone, then the next. Her gaze locked on his busy hands with wide eyes.

“You don't scare me,” she confessed.

“Good.” He finished undoing his jeans and let them fall from his hips to his knees, kicking them off. “Take off your shirt.”

Her eyes went even wider if that was possible, and she wrapped her arms around herself. “But…I don't have my bra on.”

“Perfect,” he practically growled as he rested a hand over the front of his boxer briefs, fingers gripping his straining erection for the quickest moment. “Take it off, darlin'.”

Without a word of protest, she sat up, reached for the hem of her T-shirt. Slowly, teasing him just as he'd teased her only moments before, she drew the shirt up. Revealing the gentle slope of her stomach, the undersides of her breasts, then the full glory of her breasts, for they were most definitely glorious. Perfect, round, and topped with berry pink nipples. Nipples that were hard and beckoning him for a taste.

She shed the shirt and thrust her shoulders back, looking every inch a goddess. A sweet little virginal goddess with shaking hands and wide blue eyes, she leaned back and gripped the waistband of her black pants.

And shed them with one quick yank so she sat before him in just her panties.

Little black panties trimmed with bits of lace that barely covered her hips. His mouth dried at the sight of her. “Roll over,” he rasped. “On your stomach. Roll over.”

She did as he asked with a little frown. Clutching a pillow to her chest, she rolled onto her stomach, revealing the sweeping curve of her back, the bandage covering the tattoo, and the sweet little rise of her ass. Just as he thought, the panties barely covered her cheeks, and the urge to stroke her there -- kiss and lick and bite -- was too strong to ignore.

He fell onto the bed, his head level with her ass, and he squeezed her with his hands. As he kneaded the sweet, plump flesh, he heard her shuddering moan, and his cock jerked in reaction.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice raspy.

“Worshipping you,” he whispered as he bent down and kissed her.

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I'm hosting a HUGE contest over at my newly revamped blog (grand prize - a KINDLE!). You can find out all the deets here. And because I'm feeling generous, I'm going to have a little contest today as well. Leave a comment and one lucky winner will receive a $10 online gift card to either Amazon or Barnes & Noble (winner's choice!). Just answer the following question in honor of my husband's special day:

Birthdays. Celebrate like crazy or forget they exist? Let's discuss.

Good luck!