✍ Scribed by E.J. Faith
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Anna vive en New York, su vida es rutinaria y aburrida, desea de todo corazón una vida llena de pasión y aventuras, enamorarse y sentirse viva.Por deseos del destino en un viaje en avión sufre un extraño accidente que la transporta a escocia del siglo XVI.Buchanan es el jefe de unos de los clanes mas poderosos de escocia, es un hombre rudo, serio, y frio. Tiene el corazón bien guardado. Sus intentos por conseguir una esposa sumisa y complaciente no han tenido mucho éxito.Una combinación de sorprendentes situaciones une en matrimonio a esta extraña pareja, que no se conocen y ni siquiera quieren estar juntos.Todo esto sucede mientras un espía enemigo atenta contra la vida de Anna e incluso de la madre de Buchanan.¿Podrá él salvarles la vida? ¿Podrá la pasión que sienten cuando están juntos derribar todos los barreras que hay entre ambos?
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