Nights
in White Satin
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Celine Valentini and
Peter Cortland found the promise of love seven years ago. But an
accident almost claiming Celine's life ripped away any future with
Peter. Circumstances bring them together again. Can inner fears be
overcome, or will unresolved jealousies in Celine's past succeed in
causing her destruction.
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The door opened and he
stood before her still cloaked in the garb of Pele.
"I think you owe me
that explanation." She waited expectantly for him to invite her inside.
After a moment's
hesitation, he stepped back, allowing her to enter. "How did you
get here?"
"Grandfather let me
borrow his car and told me where to find you." She stopped in
the middle of the living room and rounded on him. "I saw you at
the hospital. Why didn't you ever tell me you had a child?"
There was a catch of hurt in her voice that she was unable to
suppress and she turned away again. Why hadn't he ever told her such
an important thing as that?
"Celine, I'm sorry
if I've hurt you yet again. I should have told you."
She felt his hands at her
shoulders. She shrugged them off and moved away from him. Turning
back, she raised her chin and faced him from across the room.
"How much more have
you hidden from me, Peter? Do you also have a wife tucked away
somewhere?" She wanted to stay calm, but the longer she thought
about it, the more agitated she became.
"Let me get this
makeup off and change, then we can talk."
"Fine. I won't be
put off this time."
"I know that. I
planned to tell you. Would you like something to drink while you wait?"
"No."
Turning, he walked with a
stiff gait towards another doorway, probably his bedroom, without
saying anything else.
Celine turned back to
survey the room around her. The walls were light beige, the furniture
looked comfortable in varying shades of dark green. She noticed
several framed photographs on a small side table and walked over to
study them more closely. There was one of a much younger Peter
holding a toddler in his arms. They were both smiling into the lens
of the camera. Celine surmised it was a photograph of his daughter. A
wave of unexpected jealous pain arrowed through her at the knowledge
it had probably been his wife who took the picture. She carefully set
the photo back down on the oak table and turned away.
An urgent need washed
over her to touch Peter. Pivoting away from the table, she walked to
the doorway she'd seen him pass through. He sat before a dressing
table staring at his reflection.
"Peter."
She saw his shoulders
stiffen at the sound of her voice. He reached to pick up a towel and
a jar of cleansing cream. He looked away from her reflected image.
"I'll be out in a minute."
Taking her courage in
hand, she stepped farther into the room and walked to him. She knelt
before him and looked up into his face. How did she begin to tell him
what was in her heart? She bit at her lower lip.
"Peter, I—"
"Don't," he
stopped her with a shake of his head, the look in his eyes solemn.
"I don't want your pity, Celine."
"It's not pity I'm
offering." She took the towel from his hand and began to clean
the white makeup from his face, stopping at the painted black
teardrop. For the first time she thought she understood all that it
represented in his life.
She stared at it for a
long time, feeling the black void it represented, the suffering and
loss inside him. Leaning up she pressed her lips to its center.
Closing her eyes, she opened her heart, tasted the terrible pain and
loneliness that was encompassed by that lonely, sad symbol.
He stilled beneath her
touch. She placed a hand against the front of his white satin shirt,
felt the erratic beating of his heart. "I've missed you so
much," she whispered against his skin, the scent of greasepaints
and man teasing her senses.
Peter's arms wrapped
around her and he lifted her, settling her on his lap. "God,
Celine, you're more temptation than a man can stand," and he
tilted his head to capture her lips.
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Reviews
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...This story is
packed with erotic passion between Celine and Peter, both of which
must come to terms with their long-held fear in order for their lives
together to go forward freely. Ms. Dane ended her story in a way that
I found to be the perfect ending. The sizzle that starts with the
first dream keeps up through the entire tale... --Jo,
JoyfullyReviewed.com |
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...This story is
packed with erotic passion between Celine and Peter, both of which
must come to terms with their long-held fear in order for their lives
together to go forward freely. Ms. Dane ended her story in a way that
I found to be the perfect ending. The sizzle that starts with the
first dream keeps up through the entire tale... --Jo,
JoyfullyReviewed.com |
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4 Blue Ribbons!! ...Ms.
Dane not only takes readers into an incredibly well-written love
story, but also journeys into the heart of the circus with
descriptions of sights and sounds that put you right under the big
top. Celine and Peter share heartfelt emotions and breathtakingly
erotic passion; secondary characters are a wonderful complement to
the story. This is a wonderfully written romance with an abundance of
searing sensuality and I give it a strong recommendation.
--Laurie, Romance
Junkies |
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4 Stilettos!! ..Adrianna
Dane weaves a wonderful tale of sensuality. The descriptions of
Celine's dreams are beautifully done, and the dreams themselves are
almost as erotically charging as the sex scenes. ... I loved this
book. ... I absolutely recommend this book to anyone...
--Kay Derwydd, Erotic
Romance Reviews for Women |
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4 Angels!! ...This
book is a quick read, but well worth it. The story is written very
well, immediately drawing the reader into both characters' emotional
fears. The tenderness displayed between Peter and Celine left me
breathless. Nights in White Satin provides readers with a rewarding
and touching love story under the Big Top...
--Jessica, Fallen
Angel Reviews |
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4 Coffee Cups!! ...Ms.
Dane has penned a wonderful love story of two souls having to deal
with life's fears in order to be together. The emotion her characters
portray to one another is heartwarming. The chemistry Peter and
Celine have is scorching. The other characters blend in easily as the
story unfolds. It flowed effortlessly. A twist of the story towards
the end left me excited as I was blown away by the added mystery...
--Matilda, Coffee
Time Romance |
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4 Stars!! Heat Level: H ...Nights
In White Satin is an erotic treat that I enjoyed reading. ... The
passion that flared between Peter and Celine was scorching hot and
filled with great emotion. ...There were times when a few tears
threaten[ed] to fall as Peter relived how he dealt with his
daughter’s illness. I even held my breath as Celine was forced
to defeat her demons within. Just when I thought everything was going
well with Peter and Celine, Ms. Dane tossed in a twister that
completely threw me for a loop. If you want a sensual interlude with
wonderful characters in a modern setting, then look to Ms. Dane’s
Nights In White Satin. --Contessa Scion, Just
Erotic Romance Reviews |
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4-1/2 Stars!! ...Adrianna
Dane has given us a delightful story of love lost and found again,
jealousy and life's sorrow. Nights in White Satin will alternately
grab you with suspense and captivate you with true love and passion.
From the first line to the last, Nights in White Satin is one story
you won't want to miss. ...Celine and Peter are suited as a couple
and their scenes together are really hot, with fantastic chemistry.
...I highly recommend this one.
--Elise, eCataRomance
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