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From a long line of legendary warriors come three brothers to carry on the rich and powerful de Ware legacy:

Duncan the Champion...Holden the Warrior...Garth the Hero...

Fierce and fearless Sir Holden de Ware has been sent to Scotland to ally with the Gavin clan and secure the border—an easy conquest, he assumes, until he discovers that the impassioned warrior defending the castle is a woman.   Fiery Cambria Gavin is not about to surrender her land.   She blames Holden for her father’s death and—as proud and capable as any knight—she vows vengeance.

But her sworn enemy proves gallant, courageous, and irresistible, and revenge becomes a double-edged sword as Cambria finds her blade...and her heart...hopelessly entangled with his.

Available for Kindle, Nook, Kobo, and iTunes

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PRAISE FOR "MY WARRIOR"

“Romance fans who crave action-filled historicals will relish reading about Cambria’s and Holden’s adventures as they battle their way to true love.”—American Library Association

“Filled with dangerous battles and good historical backdrop, great characters to sink your teeth into, history and plenty of romance.”—Romantic Times

“Holden and Cambria are a delightful duo struggling with betrayal, mistrust, and love.   Glynnis Campbell entertains her audience with this exciting fourteenth century novel.”—Harriet Klausner

“A Perfect 10...a medieval tale to keep you spellbound.   Ms. Campbell keeps readers glued to the pages, leading them from one climactic scene to another all the way to the end of this entrancing story.”—Romance Reviews Today

“Glynnis Campbell, a born storyteller, pulls out all the stops in her second book...this reader scores My Warrior with an A.”—Romance Authors & Readers

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 A Wager of Love...

She was gaping at him.   He recognized that look.   He’d seen it before in the young lads who frequented the tiltyard, lads who worshiped him and would later weave overblown tales for their friends about the great Wolf de Ware and his mighty sword arm.   But he’d never thought to see such reverence in Cambria’s eyes.   It made his heart beat faster.

For a long while, she only gawked at him, awestruck.   Then she said, “It’s true, isn’t it?   You’ve never lost.   You’ve never met your match.”

“On the contrary, madam.   I believe I have at long last met my match.”

His blood was already heated from their skirmish, and to see such naked admiration from his enemy, this enemy, fueled his desire.

“Lady,” he said in a voice just above a whisper, “beware how you gaze upon me, lest I forget the limits of our wager."