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

Colby scowled at the shower-wall, felt guilty about this, and patted tile absentmindedly, an apology.


Drat. He’d have to think about it. And he’d have to do it without telling Jason, unless he did tell Jason, but then that opened up at least three new hazardous cans of dragons, and he wasn’t prepared.


If he ran this by Jill, and she did not mind him telling Jason, then he could. But then that secret would be out. If Jason told anyone, everyone would know; Colby’s silly little efforts at polishing would be dragged into the light and open for scrutiny. He knew he was nowhere near the writer his mother was; he knew people seemed to appreciate the work of Jill’s nameless script doctor, but if they learned his name, would any of the appreciation be real? Would any of the comments or requests, praise or tearing-down, be real?


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