Start the New Year with a hot new M/M novel…Forever Broken

            Hey guys, Whew, it's been a looooong time since I had a new release so I'm really excited to announce that my M/M book, Forever Broken, is now out from Ellora's Cave. It's a hot tale of forbidden love so why not ring in the New Year right and check it out here

                          http://www.jasminejade.com/p-8936-forever-broken.aspx

            And here's a blurb and a hot excerpt you won't find on the Ellora's Cave website to heat up your New Year's Eve. Hugs to everyone! Evangeline Anderson

 

            Forever Broken

            By Evangeline Anderson

            Coming December 31st 2010 from Ellora's Cave      

                        As second wolf in the Lunas Locas pack, Paul Kraskowski has power and prestige. But he also has a dark secret—one he hides and won't admit it even to himself—until the night he meets Laurent. 

 

                        Born to one of the oldest families of his kind, Laurent Montcrieve is vampire royalty. He stands to inherit massive wealth and the title Viscount of the Blood. But he would give it all up to find the one man who can complete him—his Coeur de Sang or Heart's Blood.

 

                        Two worlds collide when Laurent and Paul meet and form an accidental blood bond. But the instant spark between them ignites a raging bonfire of conflict. Their people are enemies who would rather see them dead than together and Paul refuses to admit his attraction to another man. Now the clock is ticking as they go on a quest to explore what lies between them. Their search may end in true love or death. But they must be careful for if they sever the tie that binds them together the bond they share will be Forever Broken.

 

 

            EXCERPT—

 

                        When he came to himself again he was in a dim, cool room on a lumpy king sized bed. Paul was bending over him with a glass in his hand. "Here, try some of this."

                        Laurent sipped obediently but the cold water did little to slake his thirst. Instead, it made him aware of how terribly thirsty he really was, setting his throat on fire with need. Moaning, he pushed the glass way. "No help. Makes it…worse."

                        Paul frowned and set the glass down on the night table with a thump that slopped water over the side. "Water isn't what you need, is it?"

                        Mutely, Laurent shook his head.

                        "What then?"

                        "You know…what." The words were so hard to get out. He closed his eyes again, wanting to drift back to oblivion but Paul snapped his fingers in front of his face.

                        "Hey, stay with me. So you need blood, right?"

                        Laurent nodded.

                        "All right." Paul stood up. "I'll find you a hooker. Don't know where at this time of day but there's bound to be one around somewhere who won't mind you snacking on her if the price is right." He turned to go and Laurent mustered the strength to say something.                  

                        "Wait."

                        "What?" Paul frowned and sat beside him on the bed. "You shouldn't try to talk, 'mano. You're too weak."

                        "Dying. Don't want…to be alone." Laurent reached for his hand and was surprised and gratified when Paul allowed the touch and even gripped his fingers tightly.

                        "Don't talk like that. You're not dying. I told you, I'll get you a blood donor—"

                        "Other blood…no good. The bond…need…" Laurent couldn't go on but Paul went very still and from the look on his face, he understood.

                        "Dios, you need my blood. Is that what you're trying to say?"

                        Laurent nodded. "Forgive me…the bond…you are the only…only one…"

                        "The bond hooks us together and makes me the only one you can drink from?" Paul frowned. "Why didn't you tell me?"

                        "Couldn't." Laurent shook his head. "You don't…don't have to feed me. Just…just stay with me. Don't want to…be alone."

                        "Dios, Laurent. Of course I have to feed you. What the fuck? You think I'm going to let you die?" A mixture of worry and anger radiated from Paul like heat.

                        "Thought you said…not a blood donor."

                        The wolf sighed. "Looks like I'll be making another exception." He pulled his shirt over his head and started to lean over and offer Laurent his neck. The scent of warm fur and spice and leather was strong, making Laurent's mouth water and his cock hard. Mon Dieu. Want you, mon amour. Need you so much…

                        But just as his fangs were elongating in anticipation Paul pulled away.

                        Laurent moaned softly. Surely the were would not be so cruel. Better to die knowing there was no help than to be offered what he needed—Paul's life giving blood—and have it withdrawn at the last instant.

                        "Wait a second." Paul was frowning. "Sorry, I know you're hungry. But look, I don't want you biting me where anyone else can see the marks. I had a hell of a time explaining your last little love bite and I don't want to go back home looking like you've been using me as a fucking pin cushion."

                        "Inner wrist?" Laurent looked hopefully at the other man's muscular forearms. "Elbow?"

                        Paul shook his head. "No good. I'd have to wear a long sleeved shirt. And nobody would believe it was because I was cold. Not in fucking Miami."

                        "No," Laurent agreed faintly. He was rapidly running out of hope. "Thigh?" he asked, knowing that Paul was bound to refuse. But aside from the neck, the inner thigh offered the best access to large blood vessels.

                        Paul looked worried for a moment but then he stood up and began shoving off his jeans. "Fine. But no fucking funny business."

                        Laurent nodded. "Of course not."

                        "All right then." Paul stepped out of his jeans, pushing his shoes and socks off along with them. He was nude and his shaft was already half hard—a sight that Laurent was careful not to stare at. "Sorry." Paul's voice was gruff with embarrassment. "I, uh, usually go commando."

                        "It's all right." Laurent patted the bed beside him hopefully. "Please."

                        "Yeah, fine." Paul settled himself carefully at the top of the bed, leaning back against the headboard. "Can you, uh, reach me?"

                        "Yes." The warm, wild scent was filling his senses again and with it, Laurent found a small measure of strength. He felt like a man in the desert crawling toward a small oasis but he managed to position himself between Paul's spread legs with only a little clumsy maneuvering. Hovering over the were's inner thigh, he opened his mouth and felt his fangs slide completely into place.

                        "Uh, is this gonna hurt?" Paul was eyeing his fangs warily. "I mean, the first time I was so out of it."

                        "No pain," Laurent promised him. His vampiric senses were working, whispering of the rich femoral artery pulsing deep beneath the surface of Paul's tanned skin. "Only pleasure."

                        "Okay, only—"

                        Laurent bit.