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)

Ben stood in front of the old red brick Italianate home on Jones Street with his work tools in a bag slung over his shoulder as he admired the best-looking house on his route. /"Jesus, I hope those lucky bastards moving in here love you as much as I do./"

The new residents of the old Parker house were arriving in the morning, so he had to make sure all the storm damage from last night was repaired as soon as possible. Not that he minded at all. He loved this house from the first moment he saw it a year ago.

His fingers wrapped around the cast iron handrail of the stairway, and his nose wrinkled at the cracked paint he noticed on the doorway. /"How in the Sam Hill did I miss that?/" He twisted the key in the lock, and it jiggled from the door. /"I guess I’ll start with you./"

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