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
Cut it With a Knife
As the rolling land, lush forests and blue sky rolled past, Ash rode alongside the carriage, just feet from where I sat. It was the strangest feeling. Utterly surreal.
The man, the King, that I was falling in love with sat across from me, staring at me but trying not to—meanwhile he kept up polite chatter with the other woman who sat next to me. I was deeply aware that I sat alongside a competitor for his heart, but she was a woman I liked. And because she was already a nervous temperament, I could watch her tension slowly ticking up as she became aware of an undercurrent in this carriage that she didn't understand.
Because on top of all this, the woman who was supposed to be my true friend, who was supposed to want the best for me, who claimed that the King was going to choose me, but was also competing for his heart, sat next to him, staring between all three of us like she was uncertain if she was waiting for approval, or for one of us to start cursing her out.