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
Into the Dark
Abigail appeared around the side of the screen, her wide smile faltering. "Is there a problem?"
"No," I said quickly, and both women relaxed. "But, please… you said he's struggling? Is that why we haven't seen him today? Why won't he come out tomorrow? What's going on?"
The women looked at each other, then Abigail turned to me, tugging me away from the screen while the seamstress fussed with some of the things.
"The King is… in a difficult place… personally," Abigail explained gently. "I believe he hopes you might provide some… comfort."
I blinked. Was she trying to tell me he was struggling so much over not having sex that he'd arranged a dirty night for us to be alone?
How did I feel about it if she was. "Okaaaaaay," I said, my heartrate climbing.
"Please, be very gentle with him," the seamstress said without looking up from the fabric she was fussing with. "He is a good man."
"I know," I said bluntly.