Harlequin Historical December 2013 - Bundle 2 of 2: Not Just a Wallflower\Falling for the Highland Rogue\The Knight's Fugitive Lady
Carole Mortimer, Laurie Polich, Charley Scandlyn, Ann Lethbridge, Meriel Fuller
Language: English
Pages: 471
ISBN: 2:00211862
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Small Group Ideas & Activities lays out a strategic approach to small group meetings, so your students can be ministered to personally and effectively. It shows you how to nurture your students toward spiritual growth by giving direction to every idea and activity you use. Finally, it provides you with ideas to help students encounter Jesus and live out their faith at every level of spiritual growth.
sneaked beneath the sagging, extended hem, flowing up across her belly, her chest. ‘Are you cold?’ he said. Lifting one hand, he rubbed it against the back of his neck; the weight of his chainmail pressed against his fingers. He was certain that beneath her loose tunic she wore nothing but a thin chemise, and her feet had been bare, he remembered. And despite the sun, the breeze from the sea drove fiercely against their faces. ‘No. I’m not.’ He raised his eyebrows at the fragile
Waleran was safe! ‘Fine. The soldiers roughed him up a bit, but no harm done,’ John growled. ‘Where have you been?’ ‘I went to look for him, became lost in the forest.’ She wriggled her shoulders unconsciously, remembering the press of the man’s body against her own as he grabbed her, held her. Warmth surged across her belly at the memory, stirred deep; she pressed cool palms to her hot cheeks. ‘Well, you’d better start practising,’ John said. The bluish-grey skin on his cheeks
was heading in the right direction for Longthorpe, but still, he needed her. She knew what her family members looked like; she could identify them. With her help he would be able to work out who had been in Gascony four years ago, the man who had given the command to torch Lussac’s home. * * * He was on the point of giving up for the day, until he came to Ispwich. A group of market traders, eyeing the royal emblem on Lussac’s surcoat with wary admiration, recalled an altercation between
had done so.’ Eleanor gave Justin a brief puzzled glance. ‘Perhaps because I did not see it as being of particular importance at the time.’ He shrugged. ‘But it is now?’ Justin had admired Eleanor for her intelligence more than once, but at this moment he might have wished her a trifle less perceptive. ‘Justin, is it possible this business has something to do with that private matter I requested you look into?’ his grandmother asked sharply. God save him, he was
on the water. Oh, listen. Is that bagpipes I hear?’ She looked and sounded like the sort of girl one might meet at a local assembly. The sort of girl a man might marry. If he was the marrying sort. Except that she was not at all the kind of woman a man would introduce to his mother. ‘Aye. Bagpipes.’ What game was she playing today, then? He did not trust her an inch. His gaze drifted downwards to the neckline of her gown and he gave his head a shake. How could he think sensibly,