It was a chaste kiss, but as her lips brushed his warm cheek, her eyes met his. They were deep and dark, warm with passion and longing. And somehow she knew, without question, what he thought. What he felt.	Time held its breath - and in that moment, looking into Buchan's warm, tormented gaze, Tatiana's heart awoke.
Karen Hawkins, The Princess Wore Plaid
historical-romance, scottish-romance