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?

Derrik shrugged. "Arranged marriage was all I knew. And I was lucky—my wife was a dear heart. But it took some time to see that. As we grew to know each other and she learned she could trust me, she… blossomed," he said, smiling, his eyes trailing off to the side thoughtfully. "Her culture baffled me though. They were very tribal compared to my people—even more obsessed with the family and bloodlines than my nation. And, the brutality…" he shook his head sadly.

"Over the years I encouraged her to cut ties with her family after what they'd put her through. But she showed me the way. The wisdom. She never completely cut them off—not even the father who she admitted to fleeing."

Then he turned to look at me and his eyes locked on mine, and it became very clear suddenly that this wasn't a casual conversation. That it may not even necessarily be coincidence that we'd met tonight.

Patience