An epic motion picture! A gay Napoleonic War love story! Ballrooms and battles at sea! Romantic happy endings on the silver screen! And a film that’ll change everything for its stars ... Jason Mirelli can’t play adrenaline-fueled action heroes forever. He’s getting older, plus the action star parts have grown a little thinner since he came out as bisexual. This role could finally let him be seen as a serious dramatic actor, and he needs it to go well -- for his career, and because he’s fallen in love with the story and the chance to tell it. The first problem? He’ll be playing a ship’s captain ... and he hasn’t exactly mentioned his fear of water. The second problem? His co-star: award-winning, overly talkative, annoyingly adorable -- and openly gay – box office idol Colby Kent. Colby’s always loved the novel this film’s based on, and he leapt at the chance to adapt it, now that he has the money and reputation to make it happen. But scars and secrets from his past make filming a love story difficult ... until Jason takes his hand and wakes up all his buried desires. Jason could be everything Colby’s ever wanted: generous and kind, a fantastic partner on set, not to mention those heroic muscles. But Colby just can’t take that chance ... or can he? As their characters fall in love and fight a war, Colby and Jason find themselves falling, too ... and facing the return of their own past demons. But together they just might win ... and write their own love story.

Seaworthy

Hell, his own breaths were coming faster. Heart pounding. Confused about the need to bend Colby over the railing on the spot and also to wrap him up in protective fluff and never let go.


“So.” Colby’s smile—Will’s smile, the teasing joy of an earl’s son who’d never known joy until now—lit up the set. Raced down Jason’s spine. Painted the universe brighter. “Tell me everything. Starting now.”


Jason exhaled, tender and splintered apart with love. Pointed out a sail, a mast. “And that’s a—”


Next to him, Colby actually slumped against the rail, somehow still graceful but closer to not being so than anything Jason had yet seen, and scrubbed both hands over his face.


“Sorry,” Jill said. “Boom in the shot. Not your fault, guys. You can take it from Colby’s last line.”


“I’m fine.” Colby pushed himself up off the railing. “I’m here. Sorry, which line?”


Chapter 15