Celine Valentini had found some measure of acceptance in her solitary life until the arrival of an unexpected, handsome visitor. He informs her that her grandfather is ill and he's there to escort her back to him-and to the circus family she'd fled seven years earlier. Once a talented member of The Flying Valentinis, she must now face not only her fear of returning to the trapeze, but also the man who'd callously dismissed her love. Passionate, heartbreaking memories of her knight in white satin are the real reason she's never been able to return.
Peter Cortland, running from the tragic loss, first of his child, then his wife, found solace and some sense of peace behind the painted white facade of a clown, the presence of one lone teardrop the only outward evidence of the heavy sorrow he carried inside. Undeniably drawn to the vibrant and beautiful aerial performer, when a terrible accident almost takes her life, in a desperate act of self-preservation he forces her out of his heart. It's taken seven years for him to come to terms with his tragedies and now he wants another chance at the love he threw away all those years ago.
Beneath the Big Top, surrounded by the scent of sawdust, greasepaints, and the glittering energy of the center ring, can Celine and Peter face their inner fears and reclaim what they've lost? Five years ago it wasn't an accident that almost killed Celine. Will a jealous, unbalanced rage rooted in the past again rear its ugly head, only this time to succeed in causing Celine's destruction?
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Amber Quill Press, LLC
September 19, 2010
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Excerpt from Nights in White Satin by Adrianna Dane
...Just as Celine replaced the phone on the base, she sensed Peter's presence behind her. She looked up and saw his reflection in the sliding glass doors.
She devoured him with her eyes. This wasn't the whimsical unisex facade of the mime clown, one who lyrically floated through the crowds, mimicking and spreading laughter and magical delight to children and adults alike.
Nor was it the intensely dominating creature of her dreams. The one who molded and awakened her naked body like sensual putty in his hands. Who revealed every dark passionate facet of her inner secret fantasies.
No, the image reflected back to her was definitely all male. Broad shoulders and a solid chest were enhanced by the close fit of a white T-shirt. Blue jeans enhanced narrow hips and well-muscled thighs. He stood quietly behind her, studying her with a searing intensity she found unnerving. His sandy, sun-kissed hair was still damp and looked darker in the dim light of the room. The late afternoon had also darkened his jaw with a five o-clock shadow, giving him a brooding, rugged definition she found enticing. Her gaze drifted downward, noting his feet were bare, and the casual ease with which he stood storming her hard-fought attempt at control.
Sucking in a great gulp of air, it seemed to lodge painfully in her chest. The sight of him was so heady it caused her head to spin and her stomach tumbled in response. Her hands balled into fists at her sides as she fought to retain control and she turned away from the reflection and faced the real thing.
For long moments he consumed her with his eyes like a man starving and unable to believe he'd found sustenance. A statue carved from granite, he seemed incapable of looking away, unable to move. Desire hovered in the air, was a tangible thing as it arced across the room like an invisible umbilical cord feeding her heightened awareness, her need...