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)

/"Dammit, why can’t I ever find this blessed bunny?/" While her fingers wiggled and patted at the braided wool rug lining the floor under the couch, Imara spent another morning searching for the toy Sofia made for her so long ago.

Every inch of his wife was a thing of beauty, and as Ben stood in the doorway admiring how her ass wiggled before him, his whole body ached at the sight of her on her hands and knees. /"You find that thing yet, Baby?/"

The silk ribbon slid between her fingers, and she twisted them around it as she pulled Mr. Rabbit from under the couch. A frustrated puff of air blew from her mouth and lifted the hair out of her face as she examined the stuffed animal. Like the sun rising over the forest that lined their city, the truth suddenly dawned on her, and she shot an evil eye at her man.

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