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
To All a Good Knight
~ ZARA ~
I lay in the dark in my bed, pretending to sleep. All the curtains and blinds in the apartment were closed. Ash lay on a mattress on the floor in front of the door into my bedroom—which he'd left open so he could see into the living room, "just in case."
Sometimes, when my mind wandered, it felt the way it had when I'd been Select and Ash was behind the Tapestry—hearing his breathing, hearing the rustle of him moving nearby. I just tuned it out because it felt normal.
But other moments, when I woke up and remembered where I was and what was going on… my skin crawled.
I believed Ash when he said he was protecting me—believed that, at least in his mind, that was his goal.
But I'd seen that wild look in his eye when he took his sword out of its sheath. I couldn't shake the memory of him grabbing me up and clapping that hand over my mouth. The way he'd carried me away from the guards and David and…