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

Jason’s muscles were solid and reassuring too. Tucked into them, standing in a historic servants’ stairwell, breathing in Jason’s woodsy male heat, he found himself growing slightly drowsy, not quite the splendid honeyed languor of the previous night but some close cousin of it. Treacle, he decided. Molasses. Sweet and dark.


“Hey.” Jason ran a hand over Colby’s head, not asking him to move. “Still okay? What’re you thinking about?”


“Molasses,” Colby said vaguely. “Treacle tarts. Which means sweethearts, you know, in old-fashioned Cockney rhyming slang. I could make tarts. Which now sounds as if I’m suggesting something far more filthy, but really I was thinking about food…though are we?”


“Sweethearts,” Colby explained. “I would like that. Are you mine? Am I yours?”


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