Twenty year old Corey Evans is one-half of 2ICE, the biggest duo on the radio at the moment. Pronounced twice, they're number one on the Billboard charts this week with their latest single. And number one in download sales, with two albums that have already gone platinum, to hear their manager tell it. And currently on their second U.S. tour, which has sold out stadiums across the nation. Despite this, there's an emptiness inside him which Corey can't seem to fill, no matter how many groupies he takes to his bed. He sees this same emptiness mirrored in the eyes of his band-mate, Ian Coltraine, who drowns his evenings after each show with a bottle of whiskey. Ian's the one Corey turns to when he wakes beside an unknown fan, still asleep in his bed and needs help evicting her. He's Corey best friend, the only person on the tour he can confide in, who he really trusts ... The one, Corey finally realizes, with whom he is madly, deeply, terribly in love. And he suspects Ian might feel the same. But his recent string of one-night stands makes Ian cautious about Corey's true feelings. He's wanted Corey for so long, and has watched him go through countless fans in search of ... what? Ian doesn't know. And he doesn't yet believe Corey when he says Ian might be it. Ian hopes so, but can't bring himself to believe Corey's fickle desire won't be gone in the morning. Can these two young men somehow move beyond Corey's past and Ian's pain to embrace a love they both so desperately desire?

Beautiful Disaster

“Corey, don’t do that,” Ian warned. Turning, he frowned at Corey as he put on his deodorant.


“Don’t do what?” Corey sat up, the blankets falling from his chest to pool at his waist. With his disheveled hair and wide eyes, he looked much younger than his twenty years.


Sometimes it was hard for Ian to remember they were only a few months apart; how could Corey seem so boyish and innocent when Ian knew what went on in his room after their shows?


“Don’t pout.” Ian began gathering his stuff, shoving bottles and clothes into his duffel bags. “What are you going to do, take a shower here and put on the same thing you wore to bed? How smart is that?”


“I don’t want to go back,” Corey said, his voice low. Without looking up, Ian knew he was pouting again. He could hear it in Corey’s voice.


Chapter 6