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

Then the bed shook as Corey slid beneath the covers behind him. He dared to ease one arm around Ian’s waist and, when Ian didn’t move to push him away, he pulled Ian into his arms. His hands splayed across Ian’s lower stomach, dipping below the waistband of Ian’s underwear until the fingertips touched soft hair. His head rest against Ian’s shoulder. “Night,” Corey whispered.


Ian murmured something in reply, already drifting off to sleep.   27


The first thing Ian became aware of was a sliver of pain like ice piercing his temple, stabbing right behind his eye and twisting into his skull. Note to self: never drink again.He rolled and pulled the blankets up over his head. If you do, kill yourself before you wake up.


Chapter 39