Doing the Dirty Book 19 in the Action! Series

By GA Hauser

In book 18 of the Action! Series, Mark Antonious Richfield, Top Model, and ad executive for large firm in LA, was living his sexual fantasies in his head, much to the chagrin of his former LAPD police officer/advertising coworker husband, Steve Miller.
When the media begins to spin sordid gossip and lies, the men of the Action! Series, battle jealousy, emotional setbacks, and of course, fight for their true love.
While Alexander, Mark’s twenty-six year old son, begins to rocket to superstardom, his forty-six year old LAPD police captain husband, Billy Sharpe’s own ambitions to be the top cop begins to create more friction between the two.
With tempers flaring and Mark getting a motorcycle endorsement for his new Red cologne ads, everyone is once more, in a tailspin.
Doing the Dirty, fun or flirting with disaster?
Are you ready for another wild ride? Hold on to your helmets, because the men of the Action! Series are back for more adventure.

• Language: English
• Publisher: GA Hauser
• Release date: Mar 5, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311860248

GA Hauser

About the AuthorAuthor G.A. Hauser is from Fair Lawn, New Jersey, USA. She attended university at The Fashion Institute of Technology in NYC, and has a BA in Fine Art from William Paterson College in Wayne NJ where she graduated Cum Laude. As well as degrees in art, G.A. is a Graduate Gemologist from the Gemological Institute of America (GIA). In 1994 G.A. graduated the Washington State Police academy as a Peace Officer for the Seattle Police Department in Washington where she worked on the patrol division. She was awarded Officer of the Month in February 2000 for her work with recovering stolen vehicles and fingerprint matches to auto-theft and bank robbery suspects. After working for the Seattle Police, G.A. moved to Hertfordshire, England where she began to write full length gay romance novels. Now a full-time writer, G.A. has penned over 200 novels and short stories. Breaking into independent film, G. A. was the executive producer for her first feature film, CAPITAL GAMES which included TV star Shane Keough in its cast. CAPITAL GAMES had its Film Festival Premiere at Philly's Qfest, and its television premiere on OutTV. G.A. is the director and executive producer for her second film NAKED DRAGON, which is an interracial gay police/FBI drama filmed in Los Angeles with the outstanding cinematographer, Pete Borosh. (also the Cinematographer for Capital Games)The cover photographs of G.A.'s novels have been selected from talented and prolific photographers such as Dennis Dean, Dan Skinner, Michael Stokes, Tuta Veloso, Hans Withoos, and CJC Photography, as well as graphic comic artist, Arlen Schumer. Her cover designs have featured actors Chris Salvatore, Jeffery Patrick Olson, Tom Wolfe, and models Brian James Bradley, Bryan Feiss, Jimmy Thomas, Andre Flagger, among many others.Her advertisements have been printed in Attitude Magazine, LA Frontier, and Gay Times.G. A. has won awards from All Romance eBooks for Best Author 2009, Best Novel 2008, Mile High, Best Author 2008, Best Novel 2007, Secrets and Misdemeanors, and Best Author 2007.G.A. was the guest speaker at the SLA conference in San Diego, in 2013, where she discussed women writing gay erotica and has attended numerous writers’ conventions across the country.

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Chapter 1

A black helmet under his arm, Mark Antonious Richfield straddled a Yamaha FZ-07 motorcycle. He had done his classroom work, and now was learning the actual art of maneuvering… on two wheels.

It had a six-speed transmission and was lighter than most of the motorcycles he had seen ‘splitting lanes’, all over Southern California. He thought his TVR Tuscan race car was fast?

He’d never felt anything as quick to accelerate under his rump before.

Ten students with various experience, but all learners, were lined up outside the CHP training course.

Did Mark hate being surrounded by California Highway Patrol officers for this training? Ha! Oh, I am just in misery.

On his arrival in class, Mark could tell the officers who were going to run the classroom and outdoor course, were surprised to see him. Maybe they read his name on the roster, but until he actually showed up, sitting at a desk with the other pupils, he had a feeling they didn’t think it would be ‘The’ Mark Antonious; famous for cologne, infamous for everything else.

After a few sideways glances and second looks from the men who were enrolled in the class with him, which consisted only of men, Mark was amused. He was left alone to listen to the instructions and learn enough to pass the written exam.

This was their first practical lesson, outdoors. The sun was shining, and luckily they had a day without rain.

The motorcycles were supplied by the training course, and Mark could feel the weight of the bike as his boots rested on the concrete.

The youngest training instructor, Officer Kaplan, stood in front of the group pointing out the course; a figure eight around cones. He then, had them place their helmets on and start their engines.

Mark shook back his long hair, putting on the helmet, and goggles. Yes, riding his horse, Piccadilly, was exciting, but…

He was beginning to love the idea of flying on a metal steed, the wind blowing through his hair. It was his horse times seventy-five with a top speed of one-hundred-and-twenty miles per hour. Yes, his TVR could do nearly two-hundred miles an hour, but only on a track. He wasn’t about to blow down the crowded California interstates at that speed. But on a motorcycle? That had possibilities.

Officer Kaplan waved at them. Okay, let’s go!

Mark grinned wickedly and joined the group, which, whether or not the officers wanted, were flying around the cones.

~

What do you mean, Canada? Forty-six year old LAPD Captain Billy Sharpe stood next to his husband, Alexander Richfield as he read, yet, another big studio film script.

It was Saturday, and for once, both he and Alex were off.

Um… Alex looked up from his script, distracted. They said things are cheaper to film there. The movie takes place on a ranch with, like, loads of wilderness scenes and horses and shit.

Canada. Billy crossed his arms, staring his twenty-six year old superstar husband.

I hope the west coast… I’ll ask Adam.

Billy tried to control his temper. "So, like you had to go to Rome for the filming of Bedtime Stories, now you have to leave the country again?"

It’s not the same. It’s Canada! Alex was lying lengthwise on the sofa in their large, open-planned home in Bel Air. The script was on his lap, and he had his knees bent. I mean, you can come.

Billy threw up his hands. "Sure. Why didn’t I think of that? I can go to Canada for three weeks—’

Four.

Four weeks? Billy was about to scream, since Alex had just broken this news to him. Sure, what the hell, leave the country, when I’m about to test for the rank of Captain II.

"I can call Adam. I can find out where in Canada. Did you know The Game of Thrones is filmed there? A ton of films and TV shows fake out all sorts of locations for the easy permits and tax rebates. Alex took his phone out of his pocket. Let me ask Adam."

Billy tried to calm his anger. It felt like history was repeating itself. He was expected to make the sacrifice, while Alex did his thing, without regard to his feelings.

"Adam, hey, yeah, it’s me. Um, where in Canada is Save a Horse being filmed… ohhhh. Yipes. Okay. No. It’s fine. When? Like, in a week? Alex peeked at Billy and said to Adam, Okay Bye. Alex peered over the back of the couch sheepishly. Ontario. Maybe as soon as next Friday."

Billy left the room, headed to their bedroom. He removed his shirt and jeans, and put on a pair of gym shorts. Once he had, he found his gloves for a workout, and left through the back of the house to where the punching bag was hanging. He put the gloves on, wrapping the Velcro around his wrists securely, and began beating the shit out of the bag.

Ontario. Four weeks. Oh, no big deal… what’s the problem?

Billy snarled and battered the leather hanging bag. Hammering it until he was dripping with sweat, Billy huffed for breath and shook out his arms.

The mock panel he had been to in Emeryville, a small police department up north in the Bay Area, had offered him the damn job. Yup. Come on in. Chief of Police, William Paul Sharpe.

Did I take it?

He pounded the bag until it nearly ripped off its hinge.

No!

Why didn’t I take it?

Because I’m not a douche!

Did he hate his husband’s attitude right now?

Yes!

Billy took another swing at the bag and he hit it with so much force, it snapped off the metal swivel and flew into their privacy fence.

In absolute frustration, Billy threw his gloves down, entered the house, and grabbed his baseball cap and sunglasses.

You going for a run? Alex asked, still lounging on the sofa with his paperwork.

Billy made sure his shoes were laced up tight. Do I need my key? he asked, not looking at Alex.

No. I’ll be here.

Billy left through the front door and began running his usual route, but at a fast pace. If he didn’t get his fury out through exercise, he was going to kill someone.

~

Steve checked to make sure he had his key. He glanced back inside his living room and then opened the front door. Captain Sharpe had just run by. Steve closed the door behind him. Hey! Wait up! Steve sprinted to catch Billy.

Billy glanced over his shoulder and slowed down.

Steve paced with him as they jogged. You okay?

Billy’s teeth showed in a snarl.

Steve tried to keep running without tripping while he kept an eye on Billy. What did Alex do now?

As if Billy couldn’t hold it in, he screamed, He’s filming in Ontario!

Steve winced at the fury. Shit.

Billy’s pace picked up and Steve could feel the captain trying to deal with his anger in a ‘healthy’ way and not rip someone to shreds.

When did you find out? Steve asked.

Just now.

When does he go? Steve could see sweat pouring out of Billy. The guy was forty-six and a machine. Steve was only thirty-nine, but this powerhouse was pure Robocop.

I don’t fucking know. I think he said next week, possibly Friday. Billy slowed for a corner, allowed a car to pass, and then continued with the brutal pace.

Are you going?

After a growl of contempt, Billy replied, I’m testing for Captain II.

Why are they filming in Canada? What the fuck? Steve was struggling to keep up with Billy’s pace, which was fast.

It’s cheaper! They all film there!

The sarcasm was palpable.

Steve thought about it. Mark’s going to buy a fucking motorcycle.

Billy’s head whipped in Steve’s direction. Please tell me you’re fucking joking.

I wish. I caught him looking up dealership websites. I knew it. I knew once he got on one, he’d buy one.

Jesus Christ! Billy roared. Is everything fucked up?

Yes. Steve began to struggle with Billy’s pace. Dude. You’re killing me. Can ya slow up?

If I don’t burn myself out, I’m going to get violent.

What does that mean? Steve yelled as Billy pushed himself to the limits. Seeing the captain gain a lead, Steve slowed down and did his normal jogging pace. On weekends he usually ran ten miles, but after pushing himself to keep up with Billy, he’d be lucky to manage six.

When Alexander got the part in a new film, he remembered celebrating with Jack Larsen, Jack’s husband and Alex’s agent, Adam Lewis, and Alex, at Jack and Adam’s Malibu home. But, no one said anything about Canada.

Steve remembered all too well the disaster Alex left behind when he flew to Rome to film his first blockbuster leading role.

It was a nightmare no one wanted to relive.

Steve kept his eye on the captain until he vanished from his sight. The guy was in terrific shape. Steve couldn’t argue with that. But, he did remember his own time at the police academy. There was a large poster on the wall that read, ‘The more you sweat in here, the less you bleed out there.’

It was a sobering thought.

I’m so glad I’m not a cop anymore. Steve exhaled and continued his run at a comfortable pace.

~

Adam Lewis looked at his phone after Alex hung up. His husband, blue-eyed-blond lawyer, and gym-junkie, Jack Larsen glanced over his reading glasses as he perused the Saturday paper. What?

Adam put his phone down and refilled their coffee mugs. It’s too early for drama.

Mark?

Alex.

Jack lowered his glasses. What now?

Adam sat with Jack at their kitchen table, the view through the double-sliding glass doors was of the Pacific Ocean and sandy Malibu beach. He’s filming in Ontario. Many of the big boys go there for the tax breaks and easy permits.

And? Billy’s having a fit? Jack shoved his glasses higher on his nose. Not our battle, Lewis.

I know. Adam slouched over his coffee mug. Why do I feel guilty? Huh? I get the kid a fabulous audition and contract with a huge studio, and now that he’s going MIA again, I feel responsible.

Stop. Jack put his paper and reading glasses down. Are you kidding me? You already take abuse from the brats you represent. Now you’re going to be responsible for Alex and Billy’s marriage?

Adam rubbed his eyes. I know.

Jesus Christ. Jack picked up his coffee mug. You really need to stop obsessing. I swear, I’ll get you into therapy.

Adam snorted sarcastically. Therapy. Sure. Mark’s been seeing a shrink for thirty years. Boy, that sure works.

Jack shook Adam’s shoulder, making him meet his gaze. Slowly, Jack enunciated, You are not responsible for their marriage. Do you get that?

Yes. Adam stared at the crashing waves after the comment.

Are we seeing Steve and Mark this weekend?

Mark’s finishing his motorcycle course. I doubt it.

Fucking Mark. Jack sipped his coffee. I told you he’d buy a crotch-rocket.

You tell me to stop obsessing. How about you stop obsessing over Mark?

Like you don’t?

Well, at least I didn’t set Mark up with the modeling contract. Arnold Newhouse did. So. Adam held up his hands. Not guilty, Your Honor.

Jack ran his hand over his conservatively cropped blond hair. I don’t get it.

Don’t get what? Adam leaned his elbows on the table, holding his coffee mug.

Why do they need Mark to actually ride? They could use a stunt double, then do his ads with him climbing off, taking the helmet off his head…

Jack?

What?

Stop analyzing it.

It makes no sense.

It does. When he does the commercials, they want to film him riding towards the camera. They don’t want an obvious double, clipped and cut in an editing room, and suddenly Mark is standing with the bike. Seriously. How lame would that look?

I don’t like it.

Do you know how many people get thrown from horses every year?

Jack raised an eyebrow at him. Shut up.

Adam laughed and sat back with his mug. Mark on a fancy red bike? Come on, He-man. That’s hot.

Mark, doped up on valium, riding a bike in LA rush hour? Oh, so hot. So hot to see Red Cologne will be named for the blood he leaves on the road.

Adam’s smile fell. That’s so not funny, Larsen.

Tell me about it. Jack stood and left the room.

Adam sank in the chair, staring at the waves cresting and seagulls dipping into the water. Well, we’re destined to lose Mark… one way or another.

Adam sipped the coffee and frowned.

~

His adrenalin pumping hard, Mark parked his bike with the other class members, all in a tidy row. He had one more day of actual riding lessons, then he was going to be able to take his test for an endorsement. Mark set the helmet with the others, also owned by the highway patrol’s teaching unit. He smoothed his hand through his shoulder-length brown hair and followed the group back into the class to pick up his notebook and the teaching guide with the ‘rules of the road’. As he did, he could see the members of the class leave, and a few of the instructors straightening up the room before they left.

Mark glanced at the exit and then walked to the front of the classroom. The officers stopped what they were doing and waited for him.

Two out of the three teaching the class were much older men, probably retired from the street, but one wasn’t. He was most likely in his thirties.

Officers. Mark smiled at them.

Yes, Mark? Officer Kaplan gave Mark a wicked grin.

How am I doing? Anywhere I can improve? Mark leaned back on one of the oblong desks.

Officer Bowen and Officer Valley gave Mark a smirk as if it was common knowledge he was police-mad.

Officer Kaplan sat on the desk beside Mark. You know you’re doing great. Except for one thing.

And what’s that? Mark gave him a sexy smile.

You’re too good. Too aggressive. Slow down.

Mark gave him a feigned pout. That’s no fun.

Officer Valley thumbed over his shoulder at Mark. You did see what he drives, Kaplan.

I did. Officer Kaplan grinned. Fucking TVR. I’ve never even heard of one before you pulled it into our lot.

It’s special. Mark winked.

Officer Bowen stood before Mark, probably the oldest of the three cops, graying hair and a goatee. You speed in that thing?

Never! Mark teased.

Officer Valley joined the group, standing in front of Mark. I thought those were illegal in the US.

I had it adapted. Was bloody silly. Mark ran his fingers through his hair. It’s allowed on the streets in the UK. I don’t know what all the fuss is about.

Officer Bowen said, Mark, it’s an Indie race car.

Oh, heavens no. It’s my baby.

Officer Kaplan elbowed Mark. I thought Alex was your baby.

At the name of his son coming up, now, while he was with police officers and away from Alex’s admirers, Mark tried not to snarl. No, Officer Kaplan. He is not.

Officer Valley said, He’s got Captain Sharpe to babysit him. He doesn’t need his dad.

Mark didn’t like where this conversation was going. He stepped away from the desk he had been leaning on. Well, gentlemen, if I am doing well, and in need of nothing further…

Just finish up tomorrow. Then take the written test.

Mark found his keys in his pocket and headed to the door. Goodbye.

Bye. They gave him slightly knowing smiles.

Mark tried not to mutter expletives under his breath. He unlocked his car and unzipped his leather jacket. He was warm from the riding and the midday sun. He took it off, tossed it on the passenger’s seat, and held his phone.

Hey!

Hello, love. I’m through for the day. Where are you? Mark started the car.

Well, I ran, showered, and was wondering about whether to eat lunch. Adam and Jack called as well.

So. You’re home. Mark backed out of the spot and headed to the road.

Yes.

I’m on my way.

Good. Love you.

And you. Mark put the phone down in the console cup-holder and turned his music up so loudly, it vibrated the doors. Alex. Alex this, Alex that.

Mark wondered if he had been his twenty-six-year-old son Alex, taking this class, if those officers would have propositioned him, or at least complimented him on how handsome he was.

He peeked at himself in the rearview mirror. His mood deteriorated and when he made it to the highway ramp, he indeed, used the speed of his racecar as a release.

As the powerful engine revved and hit seventy miles per hour in seconds, Mark sank in the bucket seat and tried not to be bitter.

But it wasn’t easy.

Chapter 2

Billy was exhausted and pouring with perspiration. He walked the last block to catch his breath, and hoped the release from exercise had done its job. He perked up when the TVR drove by, purring like an exotic jungle cat.

Billy stopped at Mark and Steve’s driveway as Mark waited for the garage door to open before pulling his car next to Steve’s sedan.

His hands on his hips, drops of sweat running down his temples and pits, Billy watched Mark exit his car and turn to look at him.

Mark held a leather jacket and made his way towards him. Captain.

Mark. Billy glanced at the house. No doubt Steve had heard the garage door open.

Did you have a nice run? Mark swung the leather jacket over his shoulder.

Did you know Alex is filming in Ontario?

Mark appeared surprised. Is he?

A noise of a door opening made both Billy and Mark turn to look. Steve obviously had spotted them, and made his way closer.

Hey, Steve, Billy said, wiping at his face.

How far did you run? Steve asked. Jesus, Sharpe, I’ve already showered and cooled off.

Mark asked, You ran together?

No. Billy kept dabbing at his face. He caught up to me and I kept going.

Steve tilted his head at Billy. He’s a fucking machine. I couldn’t keep up and do the ten miles.

Mark didn’t seem interested in the run. What do you mean Ontario?

Billy watched as Steve lowered his head, as if not wanting to be involved in the conversation. Never mind, Billy said.

Mark stopped Billy from leaving. Captain?

Billy met Steve’s glance and then replied to Mark, Alex’s film is being shot there. He’ll be gone for four weeks.

And… Mark asked, You’re going this time. Correct?

Billy heard Steve blow out a loud breath and then Steve said, Mark, Jack and Adam want to know if we’re going over there.

Distracted, Mark nodded. Yes. Of course, Steven. At least for a few hours.

See ya, Sharpe. Steve started walking back to the house.

Steven, take this for me, please. Mark handed Steve his jacket.

Steve took it and left.

Billy said to Mark, I can’t go. I signed up to test for the next captain level. Fucking Alex.

What happened in Emeryville? You never said.

Billy stared into Mark’s green eyes, his high cheekbones and smooth skin. You would never know this man was forty-four, not in a million years. They offered me the job.

Mark opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out.

Billy glanced back in the direction of his own home, one only a few blocks from Mark and Steve’s. I should fucking take it. I’d be their Chief of Police right now.

Billy, Mark said softly, touching his wrist. You must calm down.

Billy looked back at his own home, and snarled in anger.

Alexander has to go where they shoot the films. You know that.

Billy put his hands on his hips and shifted his weight from leg to leg since he was cooling off and exhausted from the exertion. Would you quit for Steve?

Quit what?

Work. If he had an amazing job offer in another town, would you quit for him?

Of course.

Billy balled his fists.

But, Captain, I’m not in Alexander’s shoes. He’s just beginning his film career. I’m at the end of my life.

You’re… Billy narrowed his eyes at him. You’re life?

I mean, my modeling career. You know. Mark glanced back at his home. One where Billy knew Steve was waiting impatiently. Captain… we either accept our fate or we don’t.

Billy rubbed his face, feeling the dried sweat on his skin. I can’t live for his life. I’m sick of coming in second.

That’s nonsense and you know it. Mark stood closer.

Bullshit! Billy yelled and felt his tension rise once more. His fucking career is all he cares about. You know it, and I know it.

Mark crossed his arms. And? What are you going to do, divorce him?

~

When Billy screamed, Fuck! at the top of his lungs, Mark jumped in surprise. He backed up slightly, seeing Billy’s bare chest and arms tense as if he were about to get violent.

Billy. Calm down. Mark heard a noise and spotted Steve standing at his car in the garage, as if he was ready to head over to Jack and Adam’s place.

Billy must have seen Steve as well, and lowered his head. Mark.

I know. Captain… but this is reality. Alexander is doing what he loves. You can’t take that away from him.

Billy put his hands back on his hips and faced the direction of his home. I never signed on to this. I married him because I was his top priority.

Mark? Steve called from the garage.

Yes, one moment, Steven. Mark held up his index finger. Billy, love, we all have choices. You and I know that better than most.

I’m beginning to hate him.

Mark reacted to the strong words. No. You’re just upset.

Billy glanced over Mark’s shoulder to the garage and a waiting Steve. I’d better go. I need to clean up and… deal with it.

Billy. Mark held him from walking away. It’s at times when things are tough that we are tested. It’s only four weeks. You do realize if you’re working hard, it will fly by.

That’s easy for you to say. Billy tilted his head at Steve. You’ve got a man who loves you in your bed every night.

Mark watched Billy walk away and could feel his misery. He inhaled deeply and joined Steve at the Mercedes.

Is he okay? Steve asked, sitting behind the wheel of his car.

Mark dropped into the passenger’s seat. No. He’s furious.

Steve backed out of the garage, lowering the door.

Mark tried to see if Billy was still in sight, but he must have entered his home. Mark leaned his elbow on the armrest after he put his sunglasses on.

How was the course? Steve asked.

Fine. One more day and I can test for my endorsement.

When is the modeling shoot?

TJ put it off one more week, waiting for me to get this done.

After Steve was on the highway heading west, he said, You can’t fix Alex and Billy’s relationship. So, don’t even try.

I’m so angry with Alexander. Mark ran his hand through his hair. He’s a fool. He’s going to lose him.

Billy told you that?

Forget it. I have a headache. Mark closed his eyes and reclined on the seat.

You didn’t eat.

Oh, do shut up. Mark touched his pocket, one with a vial of pills in it.

Steve rested his hand on Mark’s thigh, as if offering him comfort.

Mark picked it up, kissed Steve’s knuckles and held it on his lap. He knew what would happen. If Billy divorced Alex, Billy would move north.

There would be nothing stopping him.

Mark squeezed Steve’s hand, interlacing their fingers. I love you.

I love you too.

~

Alex heard the front door slam. He winced and lowered his script. Loud footsteps echoed down the hallway, and another door slammed.

Alex put the script aside and stared at the ceiling. Okay. Move. Get up off the couch and deal with this.

He forced himself to stand and made his way to the master bathroom. He opened the door to see Billy under the hot water of a shower, washing his hair.

Husband?

What.

Why are you going crazy? Alex waited, seeing the blur of Billy’s body through the frosted glass as he cleaned up. He leaned on the wall and moved the shower door. Why are you so angry?

Billy’s blue eyes met his, giving him a look that could kill.

Alex withstood it. His gaze went to the tattoo of barbed wire around Billy’s upper arm, one with ‘Alex’ scrolled into it. So? I have to go to Canada to film my next big movie, and you’re having a cow.

Billy dropped his arms to his sides. Ya know? Go. I don’t give a shit. Just go to Canada and do your film.

Billy… Alex shook his head. I’m not doing this on purpose. I didn’t even know they would film there.

Billy turned his back to him and rinsed off the soap.

Alex admired the captain’s flaring shoulder muscles and narrow hips. Okay. I’ll tell Adam no. I quit.

Billy shut off the water but didn’t turn around.

Alex was hoping to call his bluff, since he had no intention of losing a huge starring role with an A-list celebrity co-star and second billing.

Billy turned around,