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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 · Fantasia
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The Punishing Ride

David kept his distance during the ride home—or rather, the other women made certain that they kept a nice fence of bodies between us. I tried not to glower at their prim little, easy-riding backs. Ash had heaved me back onto the massive Buzz and we were still giggling a bit about the spotted dick.

I wondered whether David was still smiling when he thought of it, too.

But then Emory came to ride with me again. And for whatever reason, she was full of prickles.

"Lady Preston should have asked for a wider horse. Then her own rump wouldn't have looked quite so… generous."

I almost choked on my own tongue at that one. Emory would shoot me a mischievous look every time she gave a little jab like that.

Every so often I would catch a glimpse of Emory from the corner of my eye and think I recognized her. But whenever I looked, there was nothing.