California Dreaming An Action! Series Book

By GA Hauser

(minor cliffhanger)
In this latest installment of the Action! Series, we journey with the men you’ve grown to adore through more trials and tribulations of their complex world.
As the lives of the many couples in the Action! Series universe moves on to yet another year’s end, we find one of the pairs is in trouble.

After a decade of marriage, taking each other for granted, and opening up their options to explore has created a rift that may lead to an end.

In Book 25, California Dreaming, we find love is not always unconditional, and bitterness between two Action! characters creates a divide which may be permanent.

Ride the rollercoaster of love, sex, pain, and friendship, with the cast of characters you’ve grown to adore.
And, hold on tight, for this story will give you the ride of your life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: GA Hauser
• Release date: Oct 30, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370092802

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.

Book preview

Chapter 1

Mark Antonious Richfield lay naked on the top of a car trunk. His arms reaching over his head up the back window, his heels propped on the bumper.

Tall trees waved in the breeze, bowing in the darkness, making the full moon flicker between branches.

A man in a police uniform loomed over him.

Mark parted his lips and felt his cock engorge. Yes…

The big, armed cop urged Mark’s legs wider.

Oh, yes…

~

Noises woke Steven Jay Miller out of a deep slumber. He stayed put as he tried to decipher the sound.

Yes… yes…

Steve leaned up on his forearms and checked the time. It was one in the morning on a Saturday. Mark was scheduled to model later today and had set the alarm for eight. Just as Steve rolled over to go back to sleep, he heard his husband gasp and the bed creaked.

Steve became more alert and tried to see what was going on. Mark’s eyes were closed but he appeared to be having one hell of a dream.

More… Mark purred and his hips shifted.

Steve smirked. Ever since Mark had started modeling with a twenty-six year old stud, he’d been having even more wild police fantasies.

Steve tossed the blanket off and crawled between Mark’s legs.

~

Mark was at the mercy of a powerful police officer in full riot gear. He felt the hard metal of the car under him and then his cock was engulfed into a hot mouth.

Ah! Mark opened his eyes and gasped as he woke. Steven!

Steve was sucking his cock, holding the base in the darkened bedroom and massaging Mark’s rim.

Bloody hell. Mark couldn’t recall his dream a second after he had woken up, but his horny former police lover was devouring him.

Steve stopped for a deep breath and stretched to their nightstand drawer.

Steven… Mark glanced at the clock and knew he had to model later today. He was about to tell Steve it wasn’t a very good time for a shag.

Steve knelt upright and pushed Mark’s legs back so they were pressing against Mark’s chest.

My word, copper. Mark gripped the bedding.

Steve thrust inside Mark and Mark heard him gasp.

Knowing he wouldn’t get back to sleep until his husband came, Mark became vocal. Yes! That’s it! Come for me!

A low growl came from Steve and Mark felt his husband’s cock pulsating deep inside him. He held his own legs back and tried to be patient as Steve went into a climax and choked on his grunts.

Mark caught his breath as Steve pulled out and dropped down next to him. What on earth? he asked Steve.

You were moaning in your sleep. It made me horny. Steve tucked the pillow under his head.

Yes, well. Now I’m wide awake. Mark stretched his legs out again.

Mmm. Steve mumbled and fell asleep.

Mark exhaled in frustration and tried to rest, but couldn’t now. He crawled off the bed to clean up from the sex, and when he turned the light on in the bathroom he cringed at the brightness.

Mark relieved himself first, then used a wet washcloth to wipe his bottom from Steve’s cum and the lube.

He pressed his palms on the sink vanity and inspected his face. He was once more, model-ready, his skin and his chest smooth, and his hair full and wild.

Mark shut off the light and removed a half-smoked joint from the drawer. He stood near the front window and lit it, taking a hit and holding it, wanting to get back to sleep for a few hours.

He blew the smoke outside and shut the window again, since it was a chilly November night. He tucked the roach back into the drawer, and crawled into bed.

Steve was out of it, having conked out after his climax.

Mark faced the digital clock and watched the numbers advance, finally falling back to sleep.

~

Alexander Mark Richfield walked along a forest path. The moss under his bare feet felt like sponge. He came over a rise in the hills to see a pond. It was crystal blue and still, butterflies danced over the surface.

Since it was so inviting, Alex approached it, wanting to touch the mirrored surface. As he crouched down to have a look, he caught sight of his own reflection. He smiled and went to dip his fingers into the pool when he realized someone was behind him. Alex looked into the clear surface and spotted what appeared to be a wood-faerie with long blond locks and pink translucent wings.

Alex laughed and then splashed in the clear pool.

The faerie flew over the surface like a dragonfly. Alex lie on his back and enjoyed the sense of peace and calm. The faerie hovered above him and then landed on his chest.

Alex caressed it gently, not wanting to harm this delicate creature. A low humming came from the faerie and it made Alex chuckle.

He opened his eyes to find Tadzio clinging to him in bed. The fabulous Swedish blond runway model was hard and rubbing his cock against Alex’s hip. Alex turned to see the time. As he looked at the nightstand which was beside his police chief husband, Billy Sharpe, Alex realized it was only two in the morning.

Tadzio must have been having one hell of a dream because he was groaning and humping Alex.

Alex didn’t want to wake Billy, so he reached down to hold Tadzio’s cock, giving him tight friction to enjoy.

Tadzio moaned and his hips pumped harder into Alex’s hand.

The bed began to rock from Tadzio’s movement. Billy stirred and rolled over on his back.

Alex was struggling to keep Tadzio from waking up his chief.

When Billy touched Alex, Alex tried to figure out what he was doing. Billy drew Alex’s free hand to his groin.

Alex was now holding two stiff dicks. He cracked up with laughter.

Both Billy and Tadzio stirred and Alex gave their cocks a squeeze.

What’s going on? Billy sounded exhausted.

I’m surrounded by erections. Alex jerked each of them.

Mm. Tadzio smoothed his hand down Alex’s stomach to his crotch, playing with him.

Alex jerked Tadzio off with more enthusiasm as Billy rolled away from him, obviously wanting more sleep.

He and Tadzio shared mutual hand jobs and Alex closed his eyes and came, pulling on Tadzio’s dick as he did. Tadzio made a soft noise and spattered Alex with his cum.

Alex moaned and released his hold on Tadzio, then fell right back to sleep.

~

Stan Charles was naked from the waist down.

With his hand on a man’s low back, Stan watched as his slick dick slid in and out of a perfect ass. From behind, he admired his narrow hips and waist, his long dark hair, and silky skin.

Oh, yes… fuck yeah.

He was close to a climax, riding the edge.

Stan bit his lower lip and couldn’t believe he was finally fucking his dream man.

As he began to swoon and go insane he called out, ‘Mark!’

Stan opened his eyes. He looked around his bedroom and then settled down after an incredible dream. He rolled to his back and touched himself, feeling his erection from his erotic dreams. As he came down from the high and recalled what he was doing in the dream, he crushed the pillow under his head, wanting to fall back to sleep.

He was modeling today with the World’s Most Beautiful Man.

As he thought about Mark, Stan muttered, Damn, and wanted the dream to continue. He closed his eyes and settled down for more Mark Antonious dreaming.

~

By eight, Mark was awake and had showered.

He left Steve in bed sleeping, since he didn’t expect Steve to join him for his modeling shoot.

Mark poured himself a cup of coffee and checked his phone for text messages or updates.

Mark had recently turned forty-seven without any fanfare or celebration. Birthdays for Mark weren’t happy. Growing old was something he feared since he’d made a living on his looks.

So far his plastic surgeon was keeping his appearance youthful without looking deformed or frozen. He was lucky. He was still pretty enough to model.

He held a mug of warm coffee, looking outside of the sliding glass doors of the kitchen of his and Steve’s home in Bel Air, California.

Even though Mark earned over a half a million dollars a year as the face of Dangereux Cologne, he and Steve also worked for an advertising firm, Parsons and Company.

Mark looked out at the misty morning view over his rose garden to the Hollywood Hills. He drank the strong coffee, thinking of the coming holidays.

He wasn’t a big fan of this time of year. It held so many reminders of his youth.

With both of his parents deceased and him being an only child, Mark had no fond memories of big family dinners. What he did recall was his father beating the shit out of him for being gay.

The only offspring Mark had or would ever have, was his son Alexander.

Alex was the product of a one-night stand with a stripper, Iris Johansen-Lehman, who was working her way through college.

The eighteen-year old had come to his and Steve’s door ten years ago. It was inconceivable to Mark it had been that long already.

His phone buzzed with a text. Mark walked to where it lay on the counter and read it. Stan had asked if he wanted to commute with him to the location where they were shooting the advertisement for the cologne.

Since Stan was on his way downtown, Mark sent back, ‘I can get you.’

‘Cool.’

Mark finished the coffee and left the rest for Steve. He climbed the stairs to his bedroom and tiptoed to the bathroom. Once he had freshened his mouth, Mark shut the light and made sure he had his keys and wallet.

Hey.

He turned to see Steve was awake and reaching for him.

Mark sat on the bed beside him. I’m off now, love.

Will you be home in time to have lunch out with me and Billy?

I’ll text you. Mark kissed him and caressed Steve’s cheek.

Have fun. Steve tugged the blankets up.

Mark threw him a kiss and trotted down the stairs. He put on his black leather jacket and thought about riding his Ducati to the shoot, then decided not to in case the weather turned.

Mark slipped on his designer loafers and shut the door behind him touching a button on the wall of the garage to elevate the door. He sat in his TVR Tuscan sports car, and backed out, then lowered the door before he drove off, headed to West Hollywood to pick up Stan.

~

Chief of Police Billy Sharpe stared out of the back sliding door in his kitchen. The swimming pool was littered with leaves and needed to be covered for the winter. It had just been so warm in the lead up to fall, he and Alex had kept it full and maintained. But, finally, the cold weather and rain was on its way.

Wearing a pair of navy blue shorts and white socks, Billy was going to get his morning run in early and then hit the punching bag. He wondered if Steve was awake.

He knew Mark had a modeling shoot with Stan today.

Billy set the coffee mug on the counter and sent Steve a text. ‘You up? Wanna run?’

‘yup… and yup.’

Billy chuckled. ‘I’m ready.’

‘Come here.’

‘Copy.’ Billy set the phone down and headed to his bedroom. He stopped short to see his husband getting his cock sucked by a blond nymph. Billy shook his head and grabbed his key. Bye.

Ah! Ah! Alex went into a climax and Tadzio moaned in harmony as he swallowed his load.

Billy smiled and left the house, running the few blocks to Steve and Mark’s place.

He found Steve already outside, stretching his legs.

Billy jogged right up to him, wrapped his arm around Steve’s waist and kissed him.

Not expecting such an exuberant greeting, Steve held onto his ball cap and grunted in surprise.

Billy released him from his embrace and started running their usual route. Steve caught up easily and they ran side by side, enjoying the cool November morning.

~

Lawyer and gym-junkie Jack Charles Larsen pumped heavy weights before he had his breakfast. Inside his home in Malibu Jack had a workout room set up and used it daily. While he lay on a flat bench and pressed weights over chest, his husband and talent agent, Adam Lewis, ran on their treadmill.

Having a house on the beach, the weather was changeable, and that included foggy mornings and chilly starts to the day.

He knew Mark was modeling but Steve had mentioned lunch, or maybe dinner. He and Adam used to spend every weekend with Mark and Steve, sleeping over and having four-way sex. Lately they hadn’t.

Jack wondered if he missed it. He knew Adam didn’t care one way or the other.

Adam had been in a car accident a few months back, but showed no signs of any long term injury. It had been scary as hell, but Adam seemed perfectly fine.

The busy talent agent had change, however.

He had lessened his workload to such an extent, the phone was no longer glued to his ear.

Adam slowed the treadmill down and wiped his face with a towel.

Jack did a few more reps and set the heavy bar on the mounts. He sat up and shook out his arms. Done?

Yes. Adam stopped the machine and recuperated, wiping his sweat. I had a weird fucking dream last night. Adam stepped off the treadmill and approached Jack.

Yeah? Jack pulled him closer by his shorts, urging Adam to stand between his knees.

Yeah. I was with Mark. We were hiking in the mountains.

Jack tugged Adam’s shorts lower so he could see his pelvis. I’m listening.

We were lost. It was frustrating as hell. Adam cupped Jack’s cheek. Then, Mark told me he was madly in love.

Jack waited for more, but Adam had stopped talking. Is that all you remember?

Yes.

Madly in love with… who? You?

No. Not me. He was talking about someone else. I’m not sure who.

Jack gazed up into Adam’s dark eyes and kissed the bulge in his gym shorts.

I’m a sweaty mess.

When has that ever stopped me? Jack smiled up at him.

Shower with me.

I can do that. Jack picked Adam up as he stood from the bench, grinning at him.

Okay, He-man. Put me down.

Nope. Jack carried Adam out of their workout room.

Adam chuckled and allowed Jack his fun.

~

LAPD homicide detective Jeff Chandler stirred in his sleep.

He had a late call last night of a murder in Skid Row, a seedy part of LA that was often the sight of brutal crime.

Jeff’s subconscious had him wandering dark alleys in search of clues… when the search became a hunt for Mark Antonious. For years Mark had battled depression and suicide.

He had been known to disappear and looking for Mark was agony, especially once when he consumed a bottle of pills while riding the trails with his horse.

Jeff couldn’t find Mark in his dream and began to call to him. As panic seized Jeff he sat up with a start.

His husband, Det Mickey Stanton jolted beside him and gasped.

Jeff was coated in sweat and disoriented. He looked at their clock and it read eight-fifteen. He and Mickey had the day off.

What the fuck? Mickey moaned and pulled Jeff closer.

Jeff settled down and licked his lip, tasting sweat. Fuck. I hate nightmares.

What was it this time?

I can’t remember. Jeff rubbed his face and rolled against Mickey’s hot body. I don’t want to get out of bed, Mick.

Don’t. Where do we have to go?

Steve mentioned getting together for lunch.

That’s lunch. We have a few hours. Mickey nuzzled into Jeff’s neck.

He said Mark’s modeling.

Mm. Mickey chewed Jeff’s neck.

That’s right. I was looking for Mark in my dream. Jeff sighed and relaxed as Mickey seduced him.

Did you find him? Mickey cupped his hand over Jeff’s cock.

No.

Bummer.

Suck my dick.

Mickey chuckled. I was going to fuck you.

No. Come on. Suck it.

No.

Jeff snarled and the fight was on. He and Mickey wrestled on the bed until they were laughing. Jeff gave up and stopped battling. Fine. He rolled to his front and spread his legs, tucking the pillow under his head and shutting his eyes.

That’s not funny, Chandler. Mickey couldn’t get his dick into Jeff’s ass from that position.

Suck me.

Groan. Mickey landed on Jeff’s back.

Sleep.

Sleep, Mickey agreed.

~

Alexander cradled Tadzio in his arms. After a blowjob from the adorable blond, Alex knew he needed to get of bed but it felt so good to do nothing.

His late night cable drama had been renewed for another season so he had lines to memorize for it. And, Adam hadn’t setup more movie auditions for him. His last film was still in post-production and he didn’t have a clue when it was supposed to premier.

Tadzio sighed lazily and rolled over, resting his chin was on Alex’s chest. Alex ran his fingers through Tadzio’s long blond locks.

We should get up. Tadzio toyed with Alex’s nipple.

I was thinking of waiting for Billy to get back from his run.

Iz a long time he’s gone. Tadzio raised his head to see the clock, then settled against Alex again.

He’s probably punching the bag.

I don’t hear it.

Alex listened. Since the hanging bag was in the backyard, they should be able to hear it. We could shower and get breakfast ready for him.

I don’t want a big breakfast. I thought Steven said we are having lunch at the restaurant in Malibu.

Oh, yeah. He did. Alex stretched his back and yawned. Then, we can lay here.

And cuddle. Tadzio nestled into Alex’s neck.

Alex closed his eyes and tangled his fingers into Tadzio’s hair.

~

Fuck. Fuck! Steve gripped the counter in his kitchen. Behind him Billy Sharpe pounded his ass after their run.

Billy had suggested they cool down after the exertion, so Steve invited him in.

A second later, Billy had Steve’s running shorts at his ankles and was fucking him in the kitchen.

Billy pressed deeply into Steve and Steve felt the chief’s cock throbbing in his ass. The Chief of Police let go a low moan and then backed up.

Steve crouched down and caught his breath as the perspiration ran off of him in rivers.

Holy crap… Billy staggered back and reached for one of the stools that surrounded a kitchen island. That took it out of me.

Steve stood straight, toeing off his shoes and then taking off his clothing. He dropped it into a damp pile on the tile floor and removed water from the fridge. As he guzzled it, Billy crouched down, pulled him closer, and took his cock into his mouth.

Steve drank the water and glanced down at the handsome top-cop as he reciprocated the climax. Steve set the bottle down and inched back so he could lean on the counter.

Billy, on his knees, drew all of Steve’s dick into his mouth and used his hand on the base to jerk it.

Oh, fuck. Steve watched Billy blow him and his knees went weak. Fuck…

~

Billy was exhausted from the run but he wanted Steve to come. He pushed his finger into his ass and drew hard suction. Come, you fucker!

A loud howl came from Steve, and Billy felt his cock throb strongly. He didn’t have anything in his stomach yet, so he cupped the head and let the cum pool in his palm, not wanting to swallow it.

Fuck… Steve gripped the edge of the counter top.

Billy rinsed his hands and mouth at the sink and made sure he was decent. He patted Steve’s jaw. You’ll pick us up on the way to Malibu at around noon?

Steve nodded tacitly.

Billy left his house and walked to his own, cooling down from the hot run and even hotter sex. He used his key in the lock and instead of walking through his house to hit the punching bag out back, he entered his bedroom. Alex and Tadzio were still sleeping, curled around each other.

Billy stripped and checked his phone, then entered the master bathroom to get cleaned up.

~

Mark pulled in front of an apartment complex in West