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

Aurora and I chatted and joked around so much that Zarek almost became our third wheel. By now, I have taken off the cap and the robe, leaving just my dress. It didn't fool her anyway.

Zarek hugged his sword to his chest, grumbling incessantly, as Aurora and I ran around the woods, sweeping through the dense, wet foliage, the bright green leaves and long branches clawing at our dresses.

She seemed happy to have a friend, and I couldn't be any happier either. I'd give anything for a friend over the boredom that resided within the large, imposing castle walls—the one that always lay in wait for me.

Butterflies fluttered happily around us, the birds hanging on the tree branches above serenading the air with their songs. Aurora smiled at me as she pushed a flower stalk into my blonde hair. She leaned her head to me, and I slipped the flower stalk I had picked into her own hair.

Velmora