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?

I couldn't stop kissing her, couldn't stop tasting her beautiful mouth. But Zara was far more focused on undressing me, her fingers flying down the buttons of my shirt, then pulling it wide and sliding her hands under it to the rounds of my shoulders, then deliciously stroking down my arms.

I was forced to let her go to let the jacket drop to the floor, but it was well worth losing that contact for a moment, because she broke the kiss to look at me, her eyes wide and delighted as she stroked hands all over my chest and shoulders.

"Husband… my husband…" she whispered, awed. "How fucking cool is that?" she laughed, then pulled me back into the kiss.

I was touched, and let my fingers play along the line of her jaw as we kissed, using fingertips tenderly along her skin.

And then it was my turn to be struck by the moment.

She tried to deepen the kiss, but I pulled back just far enough to meet her eyes.

Finally, Mine