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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

AimeeLynn · Fantasi
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Own Your Sh*t

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~ STARK ~

Had I lied, she asked me? Humph. Sometimes honesty took more strength than silence.

I splashed my face one more time to give myself a moment to brace for it.

"I don't make a habit of it," I answered testily—and far too slowly—shame making my movements jerky as I reached for the towel next to the basin to dry my face and chest, and grabbed one of the mint leaves from the jar to chew while I did so, keeping my back to her because I was fairly certain I was blushing.

"Then stop trying to justify your own shitty choices by pushing someone else to do the same. There is not safety in numbers when both of you descend to hell together."

I bristled.

"You do not understand—" I started, my jaw clenched, teeth grinding the leaf to rid my mouth of the sour residue of alcohol.