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

Pale moonlight fell through the open curtains, splashing everything in a cold, icy hue. When Corey took a long, shuddery breath, Ian glanced at his friend, face smoothed in sleep. His lashes fluttered, tinted blue with the night’s light. Small hairs clung to his chin, and the downy blonde fuzz on his cheeks glistened where it caught the light. With his free hand, Ian dared to reach out and push back the hair that fell across Corey’s brow.


The strands were soft beneath his touch, smooth and shiny, and a clean, spring scent rose from them. Ian sighed. Studying the closed eyes, the pale brow, the peachy cheeks, he wondered how this had happened. When had he become one of the lucky ones?


All this can be yours.He stared at Corey’s face, peaceful and boyish and so young in sleep. He can be yours, he wants to be, or he says he does. If you’ll just let him in. Can you do that? Can you let him in?


Chapter 21