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
A Dreadful Night – Part 4
~ DAVID ~
A hair more weight against Fireknight's throat and I'd cut off his air entirely.
The temptation burned. All the ways this man had been near her, touched her, wanted her—I knew the fire in his head, and body. I knew the thoughts that would torment him day and night. Even if he'd restrained himself, I knew what entered his head when he looked at her, because they were the same thoughts that had tortured me for weeks.
But she wanted me. She needed me.
She'd said yes to me.
Man to man, we stared at each other, fire in both our eyes, rage churning in my chest because I knew this man lacked honor. He was determined to undermine the truth of Zara's love for me, and he'd become desperate enough to stop pretending otherwise.
Gripping one wrist to keep his hand pinned up against the wall, I'd leaned in harder with that forearm to his neck, so our noses almost touched. "I know what you're doing," I hissed. "And you will not succeed."