Althea Grant's Charleston gallery might be suffering from the bad economy, and her artistic aspirations have gone nowhere, but she's doing just fine, thank you. When bad-boy sculptor Steel rides up on his motorcycle looking to rent studio space, his infusion of cash is more than welcome. But his art is raw, visceral, sexualand completely inappropriate for her pastel world of watercolor landscapes.
Steel, fascinated by Althea's rare albino coloring, sees in her the key to his next piece: a metal satyr designed for bondage games. Moving into her gallery basement is the first step; seducing the cool Southern belle into modeling for him is the second.
As Steel peels away her careful manners and tasteful outfits, Althea begins to realize her life isn't just fine at allit's as pale and washed-out as the watercolor paintings she's failing to sell. Can she transform her life and accept her most secret desires?
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A grating roar cut through the quiet, startling the silver-haired woman in a peach suit and pillbox hat who'd stopped to peer in the gallery window. With an aghast look at the black-leather-clad man pulling up on a large motorcycle behind her, she hurried off under the graceful arches of the palmettos lining the narrow street.
Althea sighed for the lost opportunity. Not that she could make people open their tight pocketbooks and invest in artespecially with the economic downturnbut it felt as though few customers even walked into the gallery these days. More often than not, she sat alone with the lovely watercolors hanging in silent elegance, quietly nursing the desperation to somehow keep this dream from shattering too.
Motorcycle guy cut the engine, pulled off his helmet, shook out tousled dark hair and extracted a telltale portfolio from saddlebags on the back of the bike.
Just what she needed todayanother wannabe artist thinking that getting to show in a gallery in Charleston's historic district was the ticket to success. Numbers didn't lie. Certainly her accounts told a different tale.
Failure, the totals whispered. Fail fail fail.
Closing her laptop with a snap, she slid it into the drawer of the fragile antique desk and smoothed her chignon. She timed it well. Just as motorcycle guy strode in the door, opening it forcefully enough that the little bell clanged instead of tinkling, Althea was self-possessed and calm, ready to send the aspiring artist on his way. She would make it quick and painless as possible. Like ripping off a Band-Aid.
After all, she knew how that kind of rejection felt.
"Althea Grant. Welcome to Chalkstone Gallery."
He shook her hand with calloused fingers, sizing her up with a flick of his brown eyes. He wore a motorcycle jacket, faded jeans and black leather over them, like a cowboy wouldand they framed his crotch in a most disconcerting way. Althea averted her eyes, feeling the embarrassed flush stain her cheeks.
"I'm Steel. Your girl, Cheri, told me to come by, show you my stuff."
A giddy giggle rose up in her throat at that and she tamped it down, determinedly meeting the man's eyes. His rough-stubbled chin implied he might be as hungover as her assistant had claimed to be when she called in sick. Or maybe he always looked like that. Cheri might have mentioned that she'd sent a wannabe over. Likely she'd been hitting on the guy and had forgotten all about it in her morning-after misery.
"Well, Mr. Steel. I'm afraid that Cheri"
She paused, resisting the urge to wipe her damp palms on her silk skirt. "Excuse me?"
"Not Mr. Steel. Just plain Steel."
A smile stretched at her lips, not a polite one. This guy was a piece of work. "Just Steel? Like Sting or Madonna?"
His brows lowered and he narrowed his eyes at her, rocking back on his boot heels. "Or Elvis."
"Even Elvis had a last name."
A brief, uncomfortable moment strained between them. Althea clasped her hands together. "Regardless, I'm sorry to have wasted your time. The gallery isn't taking on new artists at this time." She plucked a card from the scrolled holder on her desk. "However, if you'd like to take my card..."
He took it but studied her. "Your hair is the most remarkable color."
Self-consciously, she put a hand to it. Dropped it.
"It's nearly a pure white. Almost colorless," he continued. His rough fingers twitched on the binder he carried. An artist's reflex she'd seen hundreds of times.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I just made one of the "eureka" discoveries of an author of erotic romance who combines smoking hot sex scenes with dark tormented characters and intense romance. Jeffe Kennedy is her name and I read Platinum in a single afternoon, loving every steamy minute. A smart, savvy heroine working hard to keep her head above water and keep her gallery open, an intense and wonderfully alpha artist hero and BDSM-flavored sex scenes that made me swoon. All in all erotic romance perfection. My only issue was I wished it were longer and the end was rather sudden.
Althea owns and operates an art gallery that is in a financial bind. After an offer from Steel, a sculpter, to rent a space in the gallery to work, Althea thinks things might be turning around for the better…until he makes her another offer she cannot refuse. Of the three Facets of Passions books this was my least favorite. That's not to say I did not enjoy it, but I felt it lacked something that both of the other books had. For one, I felt the characters a bit lacking. They were hard to connect to, and I found myself just feeling lukewarm about them. Second, the sex scenes, while incredibly hot, did not really seem to fit well into the story. Again, not bad, but not as good as the other two books in the series. That being said, there were definitely things I liked about this story. Althea's character underwent some major changes in the short time span the story covered, and it was interesting to watch her go through those. In the beginning she was living what she felt was a good and proper life. She had a nice job, a nice boyfriend, and was overall a good girl. She had everything she thought she wanted. Enter Steel, and Althea has to reconsider everything she ever thought she wanted. In just a few days he managed to bring out the woman hidden inside her and show her that life could be so much better than how she was living it. Overall, a quick, steamy read.
Platinum is full of fiery passion, breathless sighs, and throaty moans. Althea is an artist who paints the world in pale pastels. She has her routine, the polite boyfriend, and he life is dreadfully boring-not that she would tell anyone that. Appearance means a lot to her. She is always sharply dressed, and all you want to do is muss her and disturb her unflappable calm. She is always in control of every aspect of her life, that is until she meets Steel. Steel is a metal sculptor whose work invokes erotic images.When he sees Althea he has an almost primal reaction to her. He sets out to seduce her, to take her, and to claim her. He is sexy, an Alpha male to the extreme, and just plain yummy. The seduction, the beauty, and the breathless anticipation will keep you up all night, devouring every word. I was given a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
2.5 stars Althea is a gallery owner who always wanted to be an artist but never measured up. One day Steel, a handsome, dark stranger, enters her gallery and asks to rent her basement to work on his sculptures. Little does she know that Steel is about to change her life by revealing another side of her. I thought the concept behind the book was interesting with a unique take on your usual opposites attract story. However, I feel that the concept failed in its execution, focusing mainly on their sexual relationship and not enough on their romantic one. I loved Steel, but I didn't really connect to him because the glimpses I got of him were superficial at best. I wanted to know what really drove him and what his story was all about. Although Althea was developed throughout the story I truly did not feel that her development was real mainly because all these changes in her happened too fast. There are stories you start reading and immediately capture your attention. Although this was the case with Platinum in the beginning as the story progressed I lost my interest. I'm sorry to say that there was too much sex. Yes, I said it. Too much sex and only a couple of them really added to the story at all. Don't get me wrong, they were hot and on the kinky side and I loved them, but apparently I like a little story with my sex and Platinum did not deliver. Although the writing was very good and the characters were interesting together, I felt that their story was rushed. From what I gathered Althea and Steel had major issues with how to make a relationship work and I could not believe that their relationship would come by so smoothly. Especially since it was based mainly on sex. I really wanted to love this book, especially since I thought Steel was such a great character and the concept was so different, but it didn't reach its potential. I received this title from Carina Press through NetGalley in exchange of my honest opinion.
A struggle art gallery owner, Althea, has rented her basement for the aspiring artist Steel. Steel finds himself attracted and interested in Althea. Relations between the two of them are heated to say the least. Althea needs to find a way out the financial slump that she is in before she has to close the doors to the gallery. Who or what will help Althea out in this story? I had some difficulty with story since the story seemed a bit rushed, the flow was not the greatest and not written well overall. The author could have added some additional information for character development and et cetera to the story. The sexual heat between the two main characters was heated and interesting. I received this ARC book for an honest review