My Name is Karma

By GA Hauser

Lucas had worked for an international Peace Keeping force with the military. While on patrol overseas, Lucas finds he’s in the wrong place at the wrong time. He’s beaten, and left for dead.
As he lay dying, he’s found by another soldier and brought back from the brink.

Years later, Lucas impatiently waits for justice to be done.

But his lover, Yves, has other plans for the three murderous men.

From the moment Yves and Lucas met, finding justice has been a game of time and strategy; But for Lucas, the time has run out and he decides to go rogue.

As a deadly game of cat and mouse is played over the course of nearly a decade, Yves struggles to keep his lover from a crash course with destiny...and destiny’s name is KARMA.

Included in this novel is a previously published short story by RR Monroe, ‘More Than Enough’.

• Language: English
• Publisher: GA Hauser
• Release date: Apr 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370500130

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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MY NAME IS KARMA

By

G.A.HAUSER

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2018

MY NAME IS KARMA

& a bonus short story from RR Monroe

Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2018

ISBN Trade paperback: 978-1975-6778-4-8

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First The G.A. Hauser Collection LLC publication:

January 2018

MORE THAN ENOUGH

Copyright © 2014 by Robert R. Monroe

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Prologue

Left for dead.

There was no doubt he had been beaten near death.

But.

Lucas regained consciousness. He had no idea how long he had been out.

The earth was damp from morning dew. Above him the tree canopy shaded the fern and moss-covered forest floor. Fresh scents of pine and wild jasmine tried to encourage him to function.

He moved his fingers, ran his tongue over his teeth inside his mouth.

He should move. Should try to move.

No.

With his eyes closed, he listened.

Birds. Wind. No vehicles. No voices.

He kept still. It was easier than moving.

Left for dead.

Chapter 1

Yves Le Corre relaxed in the back of a stretch limousine. He brushed lint off his black trouser leg and glanced out of the tinted glass. The car pulled in front of a towering high-rise. His driver, Jai, opened the door for him.

He was handed his valise.

In Cantonese, he said, Keep an eye on the car.

Yes, sir.

Yves patted his chauffeur/body guard on the shoulder and entered through the wide glass double doors. He rode the elevator to the twentieth floor, checking his watch as he did.

Yves had met Jai while in Beijing.

The young man had been hired by Yves’ prospective Chinese business partners as a driver/translator for Yves. Of course, upon Yves arrival, Jai realized Yves spoke fluent Cantonese.

After Yves spent time with the thirty-year-old man in a private limousine, Yves was impressed with everything about Jai, including his demeanor, which was calm, to the point of emitting power, which is how Yves lived his life.

After his week of negotiations, Yves offered Jai a position with his staff. The handsome young man eagerly accepted and now lived with him in the United States.

The elevator’s brass doors slid open to a posh office suite. Expansive views of the City of Angels below and surrounding hills created a floating sensation.

They’re in the conference room, sir.

Thank you. Yves took the mail and messages his secretary handed him. He entered his private office and set his briefcase on his desk.

Before he attended the meeting, Yves stood at the glass wall of windows with the panoramic view. The days had become shorter, the temperatures cool, and clouds gathered like military troops before a storm.

~

I find it interesting.

It does seem too good to be true.

Have you ever heard of him previous to this meeting?

I had my people research it. He’s funded mostly schools and hospitals here and abroad.

My team found this on him. He slid a piece of paper across the conference table.

After a whistle, he said, He’s worth over ten billion?

So it seems.

I don’t see why we all can’t benefit. No need competing.

That’s my attitude. We’re in this together.

Just like old times?

Ha! Yes. Just like that.

~

Yves sent a text on his phone, ‘They are all in the conference room.’

‘Copy.’

He touched the button on his intercom. I’m ready. He straightened his tie and left his office, walking to the meeting room. Two of his assistants followed, one with a pad and pen, the other holding folders with files.

The door was opened for him.

The three men in the room stood.

So nice to meet you, Mr Le Corre.

I’m honored, sir.

Thank you for inviting me.

Yves walked to the head of the oblong table. He took a seat and as the others sat down, he whispered to one of his assistants, Coffee, please.

Yes, sir.

A ceramic mug was filled with coffee from a carafe on a side table. The mug was placed before him.

Thank you.

You’re welcome.

Yves sipped the strong black coffee, unbuttoned his suit jacket, and looked at the three men at the table.

To him they appeared to be rabid hounds. He hid his disdain. You need money. I have money. Why should I give any to you? Yves straightened his dark blue silk necktie.

Where should I start? P. Bennun from a pharmaceutical company touched his promotion pamphlet, ready to pounce.

I have a feeling you’ll like what I came to share with you. E. Trence, the politician, grinned at him.

And of course, the banker, D. Regan had his say, There are no wrong answers to any of your questions.

Yves pointed to the door of the room. His assistant closed it for him.

Let’s begin. Yves held his coffee, dying for these hounds to beg.

~

‘Lucas’ turned off his motorcycle engine. He dismounted and kept his black enamel helmet on.

City crews were stringing Christmas decorations from the trees and light poles in an attempt at making the holidays festive.

On the face of a city overwhelmed with pain and anxiety, fire and drought; wreathes, stars, and a spectrum of color were hung to mask the seedy underbelly.

Lucas entered the dim parking garage and kept to the concrete walls as cars entered, their rubber tires making exaggerated screeching noise on the cement flooring.

Lucas reached into his pocket and removed a tracking device. One more look around, and he slid under the passenger’s side of a luxury sedan, slapped the GPS tracker onto the undercarriage, and crawled out. Once he’d attached three devices to three cars, he crouched down until an unrelated vehicle left the area, and then made his way to the elevator.

He sent Yves a text, ‘done.’

‘copy.’

~

I look forward to hearing from you. You’d make a good member of our board.

Let me know if you need any more information about my campaign.

We have a great future ahead of us. We would love for you to be an investor in our new research and development of experimental drugs.

Yves shook hands with the men in suits and then entered his private washroom. He scrubbed his fingers as if he’d dipped them in shit and then gazed into his own green eyes in the mirror.

Drying off on a soft white towel, Yves dropped the cloth into a basket, and removed his phone. He put it to his ear.

Yes?

Where are you?

Waiting for your call. I’m in the parking garage.

They’re on their way out.

Copy.

Yves disconnected the line and gave himself a last glance in the mirror’s reflection before returning to his desk.

~

Lucas hid behind a parked pickup truck. One of his targets was on his phone, talking into an earpiece as he made his way to his car. The yammering was filled with bravado. A snicker ricocheted in the sterile parking area.

The car’s security system chirped and its lights flashed.

Lucas waited.

…I don’t care what we have to do. I want that money.

Lucas, still wearing his helmet and face-shield, stayed put. The cement parking facility echoed as the elevator door closed behind the three men.

I couldn’t tell from his answers.

I hope he’s not just blowing smoke up our asses.

I think we need to do more research on him before we give up.

He’s dangling a huge amount of money. I’m not giving up.

Lucas watched the three men stand at the rear of a black sedan.

I’ve dealt with jerks like this before. We just have to keep up the pressure. He’s looking for tax breaks, not income.

Not income? Bullshit. Even rich bastards want more money.

Lucas caught one of the men spy him. He touched the other two and made a slight gesture in his direction.

Lucas didn’t move, staring at them, his face obscured.

They disbanded and sat in their cars, starting them and driving to the exit one by one.

~

When his office door opened, Yves stood from his desk.

On his way towards Yves, Lucas set his helmet on a chair and advanced.

Yves opened his arms and the two men embraced. He caressed Lucas’ soft brown hair and stared into his blue eyes. Did you see them?

Yes.

Yves cupped Lucas’ jaw and kissed him.

~

Lucas inhaled the scent of Yves’ cologne. He dropped his black leather jacket onto the floor and urged Yves to sit on his desk. The handsome man did, running his hands over Lucas’ chest. The kissing was rough, their coarse jaws scratching soft lips.

Yves submitted to his dominance and when he did, it was sublime.

~

He’d sold his soul to this man.

Yves was so deeply in love, he would never utter the word, ‘no’, in his presence.

Lucas opened Yves’ belt and then his designer slacks. He urged Yves to lie back on the desk, his trousers pulled down his thighs.

Yves dug his fingers through Lucas’ hair as Lucas took his cock into his mouth. Yves ran his hands along Lucas’ neck and broad shoulders as he was coaxed to a climax.

~

Lucas held the base of Yves’ erect cock in his two fingers, jerking it into his sucking mouth. When Yves gave up his seed, Lucas held the cum on his tongue. He urged Yves to face the desk, and then spat the cum into his hand, using it to make his dick slick.

He aimed his cock at Yves’ ass and pushed inside.

~

His hands gripped to the edge of the desk, Yves was pounded from behind, his polished black shoes digging into the carpeted floor. Behind him, a powerful male grunted, climaxing inside him.

Yves exhaled and unwound his tense muscles.

Lucas pulled out and Yves could hear his loud breathing fill the office.

Yves made his way off the desk and the two men faced each other. Lucas gave him one last kiss before he left.

~

His helmet on his head, Lucas straddled his motorcycle and dropped the face-shield down. He walked the bike back, away from the wall of the parking garage tower and headed to the spiral exit ramp.

With the leather of his knee nearly touching the pavement, Lucas corkscrewed his way to the ground level, then rolled his motorcycle towards the barrier. He slid a security-pass into the slot and the arm elevated, allowing him to pass. He took a look at the travel lane and accelerated into traffic.

Once he was out of the congested downtown core, he left the city and headed east. Splitting lanes, Lucas flew around slow moving cars, and hit the highway, his patience tried. He was fed up with waiting. But…Yves was close, so close.

~

After he’d cleaned up in his private bathroom, Yves fixed his necktie and brushed his hair, then emerged from the marble tiled space.

Before he continued working, he stood at the glass window and stared at the horizon.

Ten years ago, nearly to the day, Yves wore a uniform.

With an assault rifle in his hand, he patrolled the dark forest of the demilitarized zone. Birds scattered, taking flight for the tree canopy. He stopped moving. Listening.

From his kit he removed night-vision goggles. Dropping them down over his eyes, Yves searched the forest.

Something was here. It had scared the birds into flight.

He cocked the rifle, loading a bullet into the chamber.

One step at a time, he approached. When he came upon a man lying prone in the leaves, he watched for movement. There was none.

He removed the goggles and used an infrared sensor to scan the surroundings for other men. He was alone.

Crouching down, Yves inspected the battered man. His clothing had been stolen or scattered. He appeared dead.

He touched the man’s neck to check for a pulse.

With lightning speed, his wrist was grabbed.

Yves reacted, ready to defend himself, when he heard the man whisper, Help me.

Yves chest expanded with his deep breath. He picked up the phone on his desk and said into the receiver, We have them on the hook.

Yes, sir.

He disconnected the call to his private investigator, and resumed his work.

By late that afternoon, Yves began to wrap up a conference call with his brokers.

Your father’s continued reinvesting in fuel-efficient-green energy has paid off, Yves.

Use ten percent of the profits to set up grants for research.

Nationally or worldwide?

Both. Screen top candidates from my website’s application process, then give the top one hundred names to me.

Yes, sir.

How’s our progress on the new hospital in Uganda? Yves tapped keys on his computer keyboard.

On target.

I want the updated budget as soon as you can get it to me.

Yes, sir.

David, are you still there? Yves touched his earpiece.

I am, Yves.

Send Uri to Khartoum. I want him to inspect the status of our aide program.

Yes, sir.

Any decision, Yves, on the board meeting you convened this morning?

No. I’ll advise. I’m still in the process of research. Yves felt his cell-phone vibrate in his jacket pocket.

Very good, sir. Our company is here to assist.

I’ve recruited a private individual to help me with background checks. I’ll let you know what she finds.

Yes, sir.

Yves disconnected the call. He removed his earpiece and pushed a button on his intercom. He said in Punjabi, Did you get all that, Kalinda?

She answered in the same language, Yes, sir. Would you like a transcript of the conversation?

Please.

Yes, sir.

And, when you get a chance, I need you to do more research. I want to see current tax returns on each of the individuals. Can you manage that? They have signed a release.

Yes, sir. I have a contact in the IRS.

Thank you. He disconnected the call. Yves sat back in his leather chair and stared at the computer screen.

~

Lucas was not a patient man.

Called reckless, hot-headed, wild, he hoped he never would be labeled ‘predictable.’

A decade back…

He had opened