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?

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THE CHOICE: My King or My Knight?

Abigail stared at me like I should understand what she was saying. When I stared blankly, she went on, a warning in her tone. "You are healed, Zara, but it takes time for the magic to…. settle. You must rest. Two days here, at least. You must give the magic time to take, or it may work against you instead."

"Magic?" I exclaimed, but Abigail clapped a hand over my mouth and looked over her shoulder.

She turned back with fear in her eyes. "Please, Zara. This is… so important. Do not speak of it unless the person to which you speak has expressly said that they know of it already. Do not. At all. While it is… known that the royals use healers skilled in this, the gossips and those who would try to undermine the King… it is something that could be twisted, you understand? Please… don't speak about it to anyone except the King himself–who waits… he waits for news that you are awake."

She met my eyes, her palm still over my mouth.

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