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

His toes dug into the rug. Gold and brown plushness didn’t help. Neither did his old pajama pants and worn white shirt. Everything incongruous: a forest-spirit room, Colby in the world’s tightest pair of jeans, Jason’s lurching unpreparedness.


Jason’s body announced that it could damn well be prepared. Every inch of him stood up and paid attention. Rock-hard. Ignoring all common sense about whatever Colby had actually said, which Jason’s dick hadn’t comprehended correctly, hearing exactly what it wanted.


He scraped out, “You—you mean rehearse?” He might combust on the spot—Colby’s outfit, Stephen’s purring seductive lines about craving and release, his own newly scoured emotions right at the surface—but if Colby needed that, he’d square his shoulders and try. “Okay…um, we can do that…”


Chapter 99