Thrillist

Lyra Stevens and Draziel Asheron—a mortal woman and the immortal demon god of the underworld—were never meant to be. Yet, they defied the laws of existence, forging a love so powerful it bound them to an unbreakable, merciless cycle. Every time they found happiness, Lyra died before her thirty-first birthday, only to be reborn with the memories of all her past lives. And each time, Draziel had to find her all over again.
But after her 176th death, Draziel could bear it no longer. In a desperate bid to end their suffering, he struck a deal with his ruthless brother and sworn enemy, Zarek Asheron—the very being responsible for Lyra’s countless deaths. The terms were simple: Lyra would never die again… in exchange for Draziel’s life.
Unwilling to let fate steal her love, Lyra did the unthinkable—she stole Draziel’s power and hurled herself into the past, determined to rewrite their destiny. But the past is not as she remembers. Trapped in an era where Draziel has never met her, she must make him fall in love with her all over again while unraveling the truth behind Zarek’s twisted schemes.
With time running out and dark forces conspiring to keep them apart, Lyra faces the impossible: saving the man she loves, changing a doomed fate, and surviving a past where she was never meant to exist.
But the universe has never been kind to them. And this time, it might be too late.

Eternal Wound

I shrugged off his grip on my wrist, jerking my hand from him and back to my side.

I tilted my chin high, glaring hard at him. "Why did you teleport me here?" I told you I don't want to come."

He met the sparks in my eyes, and his smile broke off into a slight, painful frown. "I just thought—"

"Just thought," I snapped at him. I looked again into the pain that strung his frown together, and for reasons I couldn't explain, my eyes relaxed on him. "Give me the robe and cap," I asked, rather calmly this time. I was already here. Why not just try to enjoy the trip?

He leaned his hands forward and handed them to me. I threw the robe over me, wrapping it over my small body. I grabbed my hair from my shoulders, the silky bundle sliding through my palm as I gathered it in a bunch above my head.

"Should I help you with that?" Zarek asked, nudging his jaw to my hair.

Meeting Aurora