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

“We’re all gonna meet up in the hotel bar after we get done tonight,” Leo said, turning around. “You both in?”


“We’re what?” Jason managed. He hadn’t gotten over Colby’s flawlessly delivered final line.


“Yeah, you too, Saint Nick Steel. Bonding via alcohol. Or other beverage of your choice. First round on Jill.”


“I didn’t say that,” Jill said, “but sure, why not. Colby, if you’d rather have an early night, we all know you have to fly out in the morning.”


Jason assumed Colby would take the excuse, would avoid a potentially noisy and crowded tipsy venue, and other bodies in proximity. They all visibly assumed that; they all knew as much, getting up, throwing away finished plates, collecting more coffee, stretching, ready to leap back in


“…I could,” Colby said. “Join you, I mean. Not for too long, but…yes, I think.”


Jillian, mid-step, put her foot down slowly and stared hard at him.


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