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

The sun was up the next morning when I walked into the tavern hoping for news of another bounty. We should get information about a new bounty, Lira assured, with her cold, authoritative tone as always.

I shook my head grimly, not really convinced. We better get it, I muttered, my boots pattering up the aisle.

My stomach suddenly growled in protest for probably the hundredth time. I grabbed it tight with my arms to keep the growl at a manageable minimum. There better be a bounty we can get, or I am abandoning this bounty hunting stuff for a rather more productive work. It has been two days since I had anything to eat. And whatever I ate felt like I was eating for me and the three people in my body.

The whole hall was skunky with the smell of beer. Tankards were filled with beer, mostly untouched. The beer sloshed, sliding off the rim, down the wooden body of the large cup, staining the dark oak tables.

A Meeting With Liora