Published by Glynnis Campbell on February 7th 2017
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THE KNIGHTS OF DE WARE - 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...
THE WARRIOR MAIDS OF RIVENLOCH - Damsels in shining armor...riding to the rescue! Deirdre, Helena, and Miriel, three kick-arse Scots wenches known as The Warrior Maids of Rivenloch, aren’t about to become any man’s chattel, until they meet heroes who are strong enough to tame their wild ways and worthy enough to win their wayward hearts.
Book 1 – THE SHIPWRECK
A Norse marauder ends up shipwrecked and at the mercy of a Pictish warrior maid with a grudge against Vikings and a little girl in need of a father.
Book 2 – LADY DANGER
A beautiful female warrior has never had trouble turning away men, but when she marries a powerful lord to save her sister, she soon finds herself losing the battle over her heart.
Book 3 – CAPTIVE HEART
A fierce warrior maid tries to save her sister from marriage by abducting the groom's right-hand man, a plan that goes awry when her hostage is all-too-willing to succumb to her demands.
Book 4 – KNIGHT'S PRIZE
A lovely lady with a secret proves a welcome but dangerous distraction for a mercenary bent on hunting down the mysterious outlaw known as the Shadow.
Book 5 – THE HANDFASTING
The book that marries a Knight of de Ware to a Warrior Maid of Rivenloch
A French knight betrothed to a Highland heiress falls in love with his spirited bride, then realizes he's been tricked into wedding the wrong sister.
Book 6 – MY CHAMPION
A spirited young merchant is certain she doesn't need a hero—until she's kidnapped by an infamous pirate and must trust a stranger in disguise with her life and her heart.
Book 7 – MY WARRIOR
A bold English knight sent to secure a Scots castle discovers the warrior defending it is a beautiful lass, and her weapon is a double-edged sword aimed at his heart.
Book 8 – MY HERO
A damaged knight seeks refuge as a man of the church, but a beautiful healer from his past challenges his vow of silence and reawakens his passions.
Excerpt from THE SHIPWRECK:
He was staring at her again with his penetrating eyes. She didn’t think she’d ever seen eyes so blue—as blue as a summer sky, nay, a robin’s egg. Rattled, she turned aside to add another log to the fire.
“I think your arm is broken,” she mumbled. Why she’d told him that, she didn’t know. After all, it didn’t matter. She wasn’t about to fix it for him.
“It’s a wonder my head isn’t broken,” he said with a humorless smirk.
She blushed at the reminder of her unchivalrous blow and picked up the poker again, eager to change the subject. “How is it you know my language?”
“I learned it from a Pict slave.”
She clenched her teeth. A slave? She jabbed at the glowing coals, but refused to rise to the bait. Maybe she should turn him into a slave.
As if he’d read her mind, he asked, “What do you intend to do with me?”
She’d been asking herself that same question all morning. For the moment, she’d hold him hostage. If any of his men turned up alive, she might be able to bargain for her safety with his life. But she wasn’t sure there were survivors. Even if there were, there was no telling whether he was of any value to them. The Northmen didn’t seem to have the same regard for life as her people did.
“I haven’t decided yet,” she said.
“If you’re going to kill me,” he growled, “get it over with.”
She frowned. Kill him? In cold blood? Obviously, he knew nothing about chivalry. She straightened with pride, planting the poker between her feet like a blade. “I can’t do that. Unlike you, my sense of honor prevents me from slaying unarmed men.”
He lifted a brow in mockery. “Give me a blade then,” he suggested.
Avril gave him a sardonic smirk. She wasn’t so foolhardy as to think she could easily triumph over a gargantuan Northman. But she didn’t appreciate his insulting attitude. “I may be honorable, but I’m not soft in the head.”
He half-smiled. “You look soft to me.”
Her composure slipped, but only for an instant. “I assure you, you wouldn’t be the first man I sent limping from the field of battle.”
His eyes narrowed suggestively. “And you wouldn’t be the first woman I laid out flat on her back.”