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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 · Fantasy
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Hurt to Heal

~ ZARA ~ 

Something strange was happening to Ash. It was like now that I'd finally pushed him away, he was starting to relax. Or maybe it was just because he wasn't holding back all these secrets anymore, I didn't know. All I knew was, he lost that edge as he sat there with me and started to relay what he remembered of our first months together.

"We were just friends first. You were wary at the beginning, but then you started to trust me. I proved that I was really working for you, really wanted you safe and I think that helped. Plus… you needed an ally in that house," he said darkly.

He sat on the other end of the couch, staring into the middle distance like he was seeing it all play out in his mind. His jaw was tight, but his shoulders were loose. His hand clenched to a fist on the arm of the couch. But he wasn't seeing me here and now anymore.