AimeeLynn

[COMPLETE] When Zara walked in on her boyfriend sleeping with another woman, she cursed God for the lack of good men in this miserable, modern world. Then she woke up in a romantic land of honorable Knights and the Royal Court. 

There, Zara is stunned to find herself one of eighteen women called The Select, from which the handsome, powerful King will choose his bride. 

She finds the magnetic King compelling. But her dashing Knight Defender has declared his love—and vows to save her from certain death: Tradition requires every woman in the Select who is not the King’s chosen bride to be executed to cover her family’s shame. Yet, the King is also making his intention to win Zara clear. 

None of this would matter if it was just a dream. But Zara is soon forced to accept that this is no fantasy. Which means each man—and his love—is real. And this world is a deadly nightmare. 

As the tension between the two men grows, Zara must make a choice. But how can a woman choose between a powerful King and a deadly Knight? Especially when either would kill to keep her?

Are you #TeamKing or #TeamKnight?

COVER IMAGE: Copyright (c) 2023 Author AimeeLynn

THE CHOICE: My King or My Knight?

There was a flutter of gasps and murmured shock.


"I am not saying that your servants definitely cannot be trusted, only that you cannot know. And as a potential Queen of our land, you cannot risk being the weak link by which our enemies are able to strike at our King."


He stared at each of us again and when he looked at me it felt like he paused, his eyes piercing, as if they saw through my skin to what was underneath.


I met his gaze and held it because I knew I wasn't going to hurt David, or let anyone else do it either. But the man was unnerving. It was no wonder he was the Captain of all these soldiers.


"Please, take the utmost care with your words and actions in the coming days. And if you should hear or see anything suspicious, send for me personally immediately."


He nodded once, then turned and gestured for Mother Estow to take her place at the podium.


Time to Talk