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

Extracting a pair of sunglasses from her handbag, Kate handed the shades to Ian. “Here, put these on. God, you look awful.”


“So you keep saying,” Ian groused, but he slipped on the shades, draping the world in a veil of soothing darkness that eased the ache in his head a little.


Behind them the elevator opened and Corey pushed past Dean in his haste to get out, a scowl on his face. “Ian—”


Then he noticed Kate and the scowl deepened. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he pouted and threw himself against the wall. His bag hit the back of Ian’s thighs. “Never mind.”


Dean laughed and clapped his hands together, eager to get going. “We ready? What’s with the shades, pal?”


“Shut up,” Ian replied. It was too early for Dean’s banter.


But Dean just grinned and tried to see over the security guards. “Damn,” he whispered, awed. “Look at this!”


Chapter 10