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?

David took my hands from my face and I let him because I was desperate to touch him. But I was so fucking terrified that he was about to land some horrific truth that would just destroy me.

He was capable of destroying me. Did he know that?

I stared at my husband, my heart slamming and terror rocking through me like my bloodstream was pure adrenaline. His handsome face was so tortured… he was going to tell me he'd cheated, I was sure of it. Tell me that before we were married, he'd hooked up with one of the Select. Or that he was secretly part of my father's coterie and we were going to end up—

"I am the oldest of my parent's children, but not the only child. I have a twin, Zara. His name is Erik. When you got to the wedding last week… it wasn't me you killed. It was him."

The words didn't get in at first. Because I'd been waiting to hear about betrayal—personal, or political. But this?

Excuse Me?