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

“Come on, Jack. Just wait five minutes. Here, have another drink.”


“I don’t want another drink!” The hand holding the back of Anna’s chair was bone-white from the force with which Jack gripped it. “But that’s what you’d like, isn’t it? Get me too drunk to do anything but fall flat on my face—”


Betty snorted. “Something tells me you’re already there.”


Her intervention finally pulled him upright, and he leaned over the table to glare at her, nearly dragging his tie through the candle in the middle. “Think you’re so smart, do you? Think you’ve got it all pegged? You don’t know jack, Betty. Not about acting, not about Paul. Especially not about Paul. Oh, but he’s got you convinced, doesn’t he? Because that’s what he does, see. He’s a master at it. He’s so good, he’s even managed to convince himself.”


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