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?

Slumped with exhaustion, I'd dozed off in one of the chairs in my sitting room. A deep, dreamless sleep. I woke with a start when a hand touched my arm, and the warm, gravelling voice I'd been yearning to hear whispered my name.

He was leaning over me, his white hair a shock of light in the dark room, which had only the very low glow of the embers in the fireplace because I'd fallen asleep without putting a new log on it.

He hushed me and leaned down, bracing on the arms of the chair, leaning in to kiss me softly, but deeply.

"I'm sorry to wake you, but I promised I would come and I didn't want you to think I'd lied," he murmured against my lips.

He seemed much more relaxed—but also much more tired—than when I saw him before.

"What time is it?" I asked, pushing up and out of the chair. David stepped back, offering a hand and pulling me into his chest the moment I was on my feet.

Doubt Monster