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)

Thorin glanced at the grandfather clock in the foyer, then back at his reflection and straightened his tie. /"Imara! Are you about ready?/"

Her heels clicked on the marble floor, and Thorin pushed back his slick hair and turned from side to side as he inspected his face.

/"How do I look?/" Imara twisted her knee inwards while she checked out the back of her shoe.

Her green beaded dress left little to the imagination. Still, she was a married woman attending a party with her husband, and it was hardly his place anymore to chastise her about her appearance. /"Well, Darlin, you look beautiful as always./"

Her nose wrinkled as she shrugged a shoulder. /"I was afraid it was a tad; you know./"

His fingers wrapped around hers as he led her to the front door. /"You’ll be the belle of the ball./"

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