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

“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” Colby said, and typed back yes I’m here sorry I’m fine I should’ve said straightaway but in my defense it’s only been about fifteen minutes and I’ve just survived an assassination attempt from one of my scarves, please be lenient?


He wavered over the last bit. Will’s voice in his head suggested he send it, so he did. A thrill scampered down his back after, wicked and hot.


Jason started typing, stopped, started again. No apologizing for needing a minute or fifteen.Seriously, though. You sure you’re fine? Scarves can be tricky. Sneaking up on you, knocking you off balance, all that.


“It wasn’t even a metaphor,” Colby despaired at the screen. The next cloudburst snickered, not believing him. “Oh, never mind. How about I just—” Can I come over? To talk in person?The words shone up at him, legible as a heart in words, as a stepping-stone landing-point in a rushing stream.


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