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?

If you like music while you read, try "Without You" by Ursine Vulpine and Annaca.

I was suddenly very, very afraid of what she might say.

I stared at her, hiding the chittering fear that crawled into my throat as I desperately tried to push away the thoughts, the images, the sudden conviction that her former experience might be at this man's hands.

Shock and disgust and a hint of embarrassment flickered across her face. "What?! No!" she hissed. "Why would you even think—"

But then she cut off and my stomach plummeted as her forehead wrinkled and her eyes went dark.

Was she remembering something? Or growing angry? I couldn't tell. I wanted to shake the truth from her.

Then she shook her head and a weight appeared in my stomach.

Her throat bobbed. "Did he… what on earth would make you ask that?"

It was her turn to look afraid of what I would say. My chest burned.

[Bonus chapter] What on Earth…?