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?

A week after the night I was afraid he'd lied to me was the first night I fell asleep on the couch without seeing David. He'd visited, or arranged for me to visit him every night so far. But tonight there'd been no word.

As I slipped into an unsatisfying half-sleep, I was restless and plagued with dreams of looking for him in the Palace, hearing rumors of his presence, but never quite catching up with him.

I startled out of shallow sleep when a hand gripped my shoulder and gently shook, and a warm voice whispered my name.

"David?" I breathed, sitting up, blinking and rubbing my eyes, looking around. It was still dark. "What time is it?"

"An hour from dawn. I'm sorry, Zara. It was a very long night."

He'd squatted next to the couch, looking up at me earnestly. One arm lay along my thigh, his hand at my waist, the other rested on the cushion just in front of me.

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