My Hero

MY HERO

The Knights of de Ware - Book 3

Unlike his warrior brothers, Garth de Ware seeks refuge from his passions in a monastery, until Cynthia le Wyte, a beautiful healer from his past, challenges his vows of silence and celibacy.

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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...

Raised in the shadow of his warrior brothers, Sir Garth de Ware has retreated to a life of peace in the Church, seeking refuge from the unbridled desire that nearly destroyed him as a youth.   But a beautiful healer from his past—newly widowed Lady Cynthia le Wyte—is not about to let the daring hero she remembers brood away in a monastery.

She sweeps into Garth’s humdrum life, reawakening his passions and challenging his vows of silence and celibacy.   And ultimately, Garth is forced to choose between his holy calling and the calling of his heart.

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"Glynnis Campbell has written another winner!"--Romance Authors & Readers

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"You're drunk."

At least that explained Cynthia’s imprudent presence here.   But Garth’s cursed body didn’t know the difference.   Blood surged to his loins.   “Go back to your chamber.”

“Nay,” Cynthia said, rushing forward.   “You don’t understand.   It’s all right now.”   She pressed her palms flat upon his chest and gazed up into his eyes.   “It’s perfect.”

Garth had no idea what she was babbling about, and he suspected neither did she.   “Go now, Cynthia.   Go.”

She looked dismayed for an instant.   Then sudden inspiration sparked in her eyes.   “Kiss me!”

His gaze dropped involuntarily down to her mouth, that wide, sensuous mouth that probably tasted of fine ale.   “Nay, my lady.”

“Then I shall kiss you.”

It would have been unforgivable to jerk away from her then.   Particularly when she looked so naïve and vulnerable, weaving on her feet.   It would have hurt her.   At least, that’s what he told himself.   But he should have recoiled as if from fire.   Instead, he let her raise her mouth to his...