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

“That’s acting. He’s in character. Shouldn’t you be rehearsing or something? I’m very sure you should.”


“I’m awesome and you know it. You’ve seen Adrenaline Spike, right? With that shirtless fight scene in the rain at the end? The one that goes on for like fifteen minutes and feels like someone reallywanted to stare at Jason Mirelli all wet and glistening and made of muscles? If you haven’t seen it you so need to.”


“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.” Colby absolutely did not currently possess a copy of Adrenaline Spikeon his laptop, either. And if he did it’d been for research purposes. Clearly. “By the way, I’d advise against smuggling any sort of barnyard fowl onto the set. Jill doesn’t like chickens.”


“Who doesn’t like chickens?” Leo regarded him, swinging that boot more. “Anyway, that’d be repetitive. Maybe something with marshmallows. You know I’m here if you need, like, pick-up line advice, right?”


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