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

“Funny you should mention your ass.” He leaned against the side of the piano again, trailing his nimble fingers over the keys. “Though for you, I’d bend over in a heartbeat.”


“I wouldn’t bend you over, Jack.” Paul held up his hand. “And don’t suggest or imply anything else, either.”


Jack shrugged, seemingly unfazed by the dismissal. “Wall works just as good for me. But that’s probably just a little too wild for you, I’ll bet.”


“You’re trying to get me to rise to the bait. What do you want me to tell you? That the wall is merely the pre-show activities?”


“All I’ve ever wanted to hear from you was the truth. And not the bullshit you spout because I bug you.”


“There’s an easy solution for that.” Paul smiled. “Stop bugging me.”


The answering grin was hard to look away from. “And dare to blend into the woodwork? Not in a million years, pet.”


“I don’t think you could blend into the woodwork. Even if you tried.”


Chapter 18