It's 1953, and the golden age of Hollywood musicals. Paul Dunham couldn't be hotter on the dancefloor or the silver screen. Hoping to capitalize on Paul's popularity, the studio pairs him with up-and-comer Jack Wells.<br><br>On the marquee, it's a match made in heaven, but for Paul, it's a personal hell. He hates Jack's newfangled acting style, and he hates Jack's blue eyes, and he especially hates the fact that Jack is one of the most talented dancers he has ever met.<br><br>Jack, however, doesn't hate Paul. In fact, everything Paul does fascinates him. After their first meeting, Jack is determined to win Paul over, and he won't back down until Paul admits the two of them are perfect partners ... in every way.

Sticks and Stones

“I should go home.” Paul sighed. “It’s late.”


Lilah’s long legs came into view. She always wore her skirts just a little too short, like she wanted every man in the room to check out her smooth thighs and the strong curve of her calves. “So soon?”


“I’ve been here for hours. Haven’t I?”


“Yes,” Martin answered. “But that’s why you should stay. Schary would kill me if I let anything happen to his biggest star.”


Paul smiled. He liked the sound of that. Schary’s biggest star. MGM’s biggest star. Fuck Jack Wells. And fuck Betty Thayer, too. They couldn’t take that fact away. “I don’t want Schary to kill you. I’ll stay tonight.”


Lilah’s warm weight settled across his lap, her arms looped loosely around his neck. The scent of Shalimar filled his nose, and he turned his head away from it to sip instead at the last of his whiskey.


“You worry too much.” Scarlet-tipped nails tickled across his nape. “And you worry about the wrong things.”


Chapter 4