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
The Cold King - Part 1
~ DAVID ~
It was a strange sensation walking down the long, stone stairways at the bottom of the castle, towards the dungeons.
The dungeon of the palace was no place for a woman. I knew that. But somehow... I didn't care. Emory wasn't just any woman. She was a traitor, and a spy, and a liar. And she'd been a tool in the plot to remove my wife. My wife who I could not grieve, because I wasn't even sure who she was, or what she'd felt for me.
As I reached the lowest level and could hear the moans echoing in this dank chamber, as I stepped around a putrid, dark puddle I couldn't identify, or maybe didn't want to, I should have cared. I should have felt something knowing I had reduced Emory to this.
But I didn't.
I was numb.
Stark was disgusted with me for sending her down here, insisting that there were other ways to crack through her shell.
But I couldn't find it in myself to even ask what they were.