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] Not the Answer I Expected
~ ZARA ~
I started to drift, my body growing heavy and the sound of my own breathing echoing in my skull until it drew me deeper into that dark, half-aware place of half-sleep, where I was hidden in my own head, but aware of things around me as if they were only present distantly.
My mind was drifting.
Something in the back of my head thrilled, and there was a feeling in my stomach that important things were about to happen, though everything was vague and formless and I was still aware of myself.
But then there was a noise like the door opening and I was sucked out of that deep, subterranean place, and as everything rushed back to the surface, I had two thoughts.
The first was, fucking Ash interrupting me just when I was going to sleep!
The second one was… what if it wasn't Ash?
Adrenaline jolted through me as my mind flickered images of malicious Physicist men, or unseen assassins entering my apartment. I gasped and sat up straight.