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
It’s Complicated
~ DAVID ~
The rush of love that rocked through me when Zara was so intent almost broke my control. I almost pushed her back on the bed and kissed her and took her all over again.
But just as my hands twitched towards her, the bells rang again and I was washed in a cold wave that started in my chest and flowed through my body.
"There isn't much time," I said, and even I could hear that my voice was completely devoid of emotion.
Zara's face crumpled. "Isn't much time until what?"
"The people are gathering, and the witnesses. I'm supposed to be marrying Lizbeth in an hour or two… I'm not sure. I don't know how long Stark knocked me out."
Her eyes went wide. "Stark knocked you out?!"
My breath rushed out of me. "Things with me and Stark have been… difficult," I admitted.
Zara frowned harder. "David, what's going on?"
I opened my mouth to tell her—it was reflex to just tell her. But then it struck me.