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)

/"This place is like paradise./" Ben stood by the guest house window, looking out over the lake at an old man with a floppy hat fishing off the shore on the other side. /"I wish we could stay here forever./"

A familiar electricity radiated through his back as Imara’s healing touch covered his skin. Although in the weird, skewed fabric of their lives, it was only a few days since they laid naked in each other’s arms; it felt like a hundred years. He lifted his arm and slipped it around her, drawing her close beside him. /"It’s just beautiful, isn’t it?/"

Seeing the old man reel in a fish, Ben fisted his hand in victory and smiled. /"I could teach you how to fish. We could rock on the porch swing every night. You know what? I bet it snows here. I’ve never even seen snow before./"

Imara grinned at him in the reflection of the glass. /"Me fish? Well, I’ll go with you, but I’m not touching those stinky old things./"

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