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] No Looking Back
~ ZARA ~
An hour later I rolled over, groaning in frustration and thumped my fist on the bed next to me. I needed to sleep! Dammit!
But my head wouldn't stop spinning with questions and thoughts and things I couldn't quite keep straight.
The one time I'd almost drifted off, I realized it was happening and gotten such a jolt of joy, it woke me up, wide-eyed and excited.
I turned over again, burying my face in the pillow and screaming.
Half an hour earlier I'd considered taking cold medicine, or something to help me sleep. But I didn't know how that would affect my ability to do this, and I didn't want any questions. The last thing I wanted was to wake up here in the morning and have to wait until I could sleep again naturally.
No. I had to just wait it out and… it would happen eventually. I couldn't stay awake forever.
Usually I read until my eyes drooped, then let myself sleep. But how was I going to concentrate on a story now?