Imara Parker is running from a curse that is supposed to kill her before she's 25. When she moves to a new safehouse, a young farmer (werewolf) named Ben delivers food to her, and they realize they are mates. Her brother tries to keep them apart but eventually gives in, and they get married. Things go well for a while, but Nightmares of Imara's death plague ben. One day he comes home to find a strange man at his kitchen table, realizes his family is dead, and the stranger curses him to relive his torment over and over for eternity, then kills Ben. Fifty years later, Ben wakes up in a house that doesn't belong to him, recovering from the stab wound that killed him. As he's leaving, he comes face to face with Imara and her brother again. Ben and Imara have blocked out their traumatic memories and don't realize they are mates. But her brother remembers and hires Ben to be Imara's bodyguard. Ben eventually remembers and vows to never allow Imara to remember or to let her love him, thinking he's the curse. Imara eventually remembers as well and is so heartbroken over what happens that she is inconsolable. They both die again, but while Imara is in the spirit world, she is given magic knives but the Darke King, who happens to be Ben's ancestor. With her new tool against their enemy, Imara returns fifty years later and is reunited with Ben; they train to defeat the man that cursed them. Ben is able to defeat the warlock, then goes in search of Imara in the magical world; they live happily ever after.

Cursed (The Broken Immortals Book 2)

/"Throw them big ole things on up here, Sweet Girl./"

A whiny whimper came from Imara’s lips as she rested her feet on Sofia’s lap. /"I’m enormous. My feet are so swollen. Well, I think they are; I haven’t seen them for months./"

The chunky redhead kneaded deep into the arch of her foot, making Imara roll her eyes up to the ceiling and moan like it was her wedding night. /"It won’t be much longer, Imara. That moon was awfully bright in the sky last night; it should be any day now. So, have you picked out a name yet?/"

As the cook’s calloused hands scratched her foot, the witch threw her hand to her chest, and the other slapped Sofia’s arm. /"Listen to how precious this is. If it’s a girl, we’re calling her Eliza Mae, and if it’s a boy, we’re calling him Jason Dean./"

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