Loose Id
March 2011
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?
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Five Hearts for Fallen from Bec at The Romance Studio!
“The playful dialogue together with the strong plot was what made this book such an excellent read…this is a refreshing start to this new series by Karen Erickson and I can’t wait for the next installment.”
Myrtle at Whipped Cream Reviews Gives Fallen 4.5 Cherries!
“Fallen is definitely a great story and one that will make a lasting impression on you.”
4.25 Stars for Fallen from Tara at Night Owl Reviews!
“Fallen was filled with dark sensuality and complex emotions and it was over far too soon. I would have loved to spend more time in their world!”
Great Review for Fallen from Jennifer at ParaNormalRomance!
“I enjoyed reviewing “Fallen” and getting to know the characters Karen Erickson created…The author did a wonderful job conveying the characters emotions so I was invested in the outcome.”
Excerpt
A knock sounded at her door, and she rushed to the living room, undoing the lock and throwing the door open. A glowering Gabriel stood on her doorstep, his hair ruffled by the wind, expression fierce. Her mouth went dry at the sight of him.
She knew he would come, but to have him here, in front of her, looking so big, bad, and delicious, it was overwhelming.
“You didn’t ask who it was. You didn’t even look through the peephole, I bet.” He strode inside her apartment, pushing past her, and she quietly closed the door, turned the lock back into place.
“I knew it was you,” she answered, and he turned to face her. His eyes blazed with what at first she thought was anger but realized now was worry.
Her heart expanded, and she wanted to smile but kept it in check. He was worried. About her.
Yet another glimpse at his tender, protective nature.
“You didn’t know it was me for sure. Promise me you’ll always ask who it is and always look through the peephole.” He thrust a finger at her as if making his point, and she nodded mutely. Wishing she had the nerve to go to him and hug him tight.
She remained where she stood and realized he was studying her. His gaze roved over her damp hair, her plain T-shirt, and faded yoga pants. She suddenly felt silly and extremely unsexy. It was time to face facts. She was relatively broke and with no sexual experience whatsoever beyond the grope and make-out session with her teen boyfriend, and that had faded to a distant memory. This man before her who vibrated vitality, who was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen, there was no way she could impress him.
She would simply have to…be. Herself. Hopefully he wouldn’t turn her away.
“Did you just get out of the shower?” His voice was low, so low she could barely hear it, and she nodded mutely again.
He rested his hands on his hips and glanced down at the ground. Then threw his head back and stared up at the ceiling. She stood before him, waiting for his next move, waiting for him to say something, anything, and then he was there. His arms went around her, his face buried against her neck and inhaling deep. She gripped his shoulders and held on for dear life, shuddering when she felt his hot breath feather across her neck.
“God, you smell good,” he whispered, and her breath stalled in her throat when she swore she felt him lick her.
Lick her.
“Taste good too.” He licked her again. Licked her and kissed her and nibbled on the spot where her pulse throbbed mightily. She melted in his arms, her legs turned to water, and she gripped his shoulders tighter.
He lifted his head, his ragged breathing loud in the quiet of the room, the glint in his dark eyes hypnotizing her. “Darlin’, where’s your bedroom?”
“B-back there,” she stuttered as she waved her hand behind her, feeling ten times the fool. She felt in over her head. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea. Maybe she wouldn’t be able to handle it, handle him.
A calm washed over her as she stared into his eyes, saw the faint smile curve his delectable lips. Okay, she could handle this. She was stronger than she thought. She’d been through more than the average person would ever have to suffer.
She’d survived her mother’s wrath, and she had a chance to live again.
She was going to embrace it.
She was going to embrace him.
Gabriel.