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?

The next few minutes were taken up with Ash helping me mount the horse, then getting on his own, and his instructions to the grooms about where we'd go if anyone needed to find us, and then finally we were riding out.

A few minutes later, Ash scanned the surroundings as we entered the forest path and the shadow of the trees. He caught me watching him again and smiled. "Do you want to keep going slow, or pick up the pace?"

It was such a simple question—no suggestion in it. No double-meaning at all. He meant the horses.

For a minute I just stared at him, searching his eyes because it seemed impossible that he couldn't know, that he didn't have any memory of me before this moment, and yet… I didn't think he was that good of an actor.

A whole month and there hadn't been a single hint that he knew me. No knowing glances. No secret smiles. No hushed whispers or warnings when discussion at the dinner table with my parents turned to the Selection.

Pace Yourself