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
Always Forgiven
~ ZARA ~
As soon as I got my laughter under control, I looked back around the corner, then tensed.
David was staring up the stairs and looking like he might actually take me up on the bedchamber, which I hadn't expected, so I hurriedly gestured to Dara, who knew where I was and was looking uncertainly at me over her shoulder.
"What are you going to do?" Emory hissed.
"I'm going to find out just how committed their father is to taking this trip alone with his wife that he's been promising for three years," I said dryly. "I told Dara if she can get him to promise her that she can come, I'll give her a new pony."
Lizbeth gasped, "You didn't!
"I did. He's so strong with everyone else—including me. Yet, she bats her eyelashes at him and he turns into a puddle at her feet. It's sickening. She's going to be spoiled rotten if he doesn't get some kind of restraint with her."
"Like her mother, you mean?" Emory chortled.