THE CHOICE: My King or My Knight?
[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
[Bonus chapter] Impossible You - Part 3
~ ZARA ~
I sat bolt upright, sucking at the air, grasping at my chest, scrabbling at the echo of pain and death, of the chill that had sunk deeper than my bones…. Of the distinct certainty that I'd been gone for a moment there.
It was sick, that feeling. Dark. Empty. Hollow. Dead.
But as my thundering heart pounded so that it felt like the top of my skull might split, as I heaved in great gulping breaths, and blinked and blinked and blinked, my heart rose because I was alive.
I wasn't dead.
But I also couldn't understand anything.
I blinked.
Couch. I sat on a blue couch. Simple, a little faded, but in good condition.
My couch.
The couch in my apartment.
What?
I tested my neck and found it would let me turn my head, which was a relief. But what I found when I did only made my breath stop again.
My living room.
The tall, thin window where I'd listened to the wind beat the last night I was here.