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

“‘Course, it doesn’t,” he agreed. “It’s all about the music.”


Paul snorted. “The music? Well, I’ve got to hand it to you, kid. You have a real killer sense of humor.”


His eyes narrowed. “Not that I’m arguing with you, mate, but I’m not sure I follow.”


“How are your voice lessons going?”


Shit.He’d hoped Schary would keep that private, but apparently not. “Not bad.” And then, because Paul had probably nettled the one spot he was most sensitive about, “How’s the workshops with your acting coach coming?”


“Your information is about as out of date as your acting style, Jack. The last time I had an acting coach, I was thirteen, and preparing for my first speaking role.”


He might be Paul Dunham, but Jack didn’t take that kind of attitude from anyone. “Huh. Well. Guess that explains a lot then.”


Chapter 9