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

He hopped into expensive sheets. Stretched out, appreciating space and firmness. The bed creaked once, but it was an agreeable sort of creak, approving of his plan. Jason shut his eyes feeling determined, optimistic, even hopeful.


Tomorrow. It’d be good. He thought it would be.5: Day 4


Colby ran onto set later than he’d planned, interview eyeliner and makeup not completely removed, and hot under layers: his jacket, his cardigan, his shirt, his scarf, his hair, which slid impertinently out of its knot and fell all over his eyes. He searched the preparations for Jason’s height and shoulders; he hid post-interview wobbliness under a refusal to dwell, and hopped over cords and stands, and dodged rigging.


Over near the big tank was most likely, right? Near the constructed ship’s railing, where Jason would dive in? Nobody had disturbed the water yet, so he wasn’t thatlate, which was good—


He thought he caught a glimpse of sun-streaked brown hair, of height. He ran that way.


Chapter 47