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
Awaken Love - Part 3
~ ASH ~
Time stood still.
Lizbeth and I, however, did not.
We hadn't closed the curtains, so the sun was shining through the sheer curtains and around the doorways, turning the light inside to a warm glow. A glow that suffused every inch of her, and set my heart alight, over and over.
There were moments throughout the hours, precious moments, each a step forward she gave like a gift—hands shaking, eyes wide, but always with that stunning, near-childlike hope.
The moment she allowed me to unpin her hair and let the gold tresses tumble down her back.
The moment she tipped her head aside so that I could dip my tongue into that divot between her collarbones.
The moment she relaxed against my chest and let me slowly release the buttons down the back of her dress.
The moment she stared at my open shirt and smiled, let her hands play across my chest, then up to my shoulders to push the sleeves off my arms.