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

Raw, unfettered pleasure drummed through me as I tasted her lips once again. I was giddy with joy as her soft lips melted beneath her hungry ones, moving in tune to my kisses.

"Draziel, we shouldn't do this." She moaned against my lips as she tried to drag her lips from me, but I would never let her. I wouldn't. I wanted her so much, desired her so much, I was almost consumed alive by the desire to have her in my arms, moaning against my kisses, wanton as I am.

I pinched her lower lip with my teeth, and I dragged her lips back under mine. She cried into my mouth, her moan raw and rich. She tried to pull away from me again, and I grabbed her waist. My hands were firm on her curves, and I pulled her to me, pressing her against my body, the heat from her small body warm against me. Impossible to match mine, but nevertheless soothing. I held her tight to me as if she was life itself.

This Is Beyond Us