Living in Paradise An Action! Series Book

By GA Hauser

Living in paradise...
It was a dream. A dream each of the men in Mark Richfield’s orbit, wanted.

As Alex and Stan suffer through filming the on-location scenes in Manhattan’s Diamond District, Steve Miller, Mark’s ex-husband and business partner, plans on reigniting their passion, in Paris.

Tadzio Andresen, the hot Swedish runway model continues to feel left behind, but ends up staying with Chief of Police Billy Sharpe when Alexander leaves for New York.

Jack Larsen and his husband Adam Lewis, sadly, receive more bad news from Florida.

Mark Antonious Richfield continues to battle to get his life back; A life that the impetuous former cop had stolen from Mark that day he had swept Mark off the wedding altar, away from Sharon Tice. That fateful day, when Mark sacrificed everything for Steve, had come back to haunt him.
But he will get it back. Oh, yes. He will.

Come along on a journey as the men from LA continue to make the best of it, and find their way to Paradise.

• Language: English
• Publisher: GA Hauser
• Release date: Jul 31, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463229989

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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LIVING IN PARADISE

an Action! Series Book

By

G.A.HAUSER

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2018

LIVING IN PARADISE

Book 33 of the Action! Series

Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2018

ISBN Trade paperback: 978-1718-7967-3-7

© The G.A. Hauser Collection LLC

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Chapter 1

Former LAPD officer Steven Jay Miller lingered on the streets of Manhattan.

Memorial Day weekend, and the air felt hot and muggy. Pigeons scattered as a car backfired, kicking up feathers and dust.

The roadway was jammed with yellow cabs, delivery trucks and anxious New Yorkers. The air smelled of diesel exhaust and trash.

Wearing worn jeans and a navy blue T-shirt, Steve had spent the day sightseeing but really what he was doing was avoiding.

Avoiding something he could do nothing about.

His hands in his pockets, Steve paused near a hotel’s grand entrance.

It was then he noticed a crowd of reporters waiting, being held back by the hotel staff and a rope barrier.

Guests wearing gowns and black business suits began to stream out, looking as if they had been to the party of the year.

The paparazzi went on high alert.

Then, it was as if a tidal wave hit. Noise, flashes of cameras, cheering, horns honking…

~

Wearing a white tuxedo with a red rosebud boutonniere, Top Model Mark Antonious Richfield was swarmed by reporters.

Mark! Mark!

Holding tight to his new husband’s hand, Mark tried to make his way to a waiting limousine; a white stretch limo.

Ignoring the noise and obnoxious questions being shouted at him, Mark lowered his head, hiding behind his thick, shoulder-length brown mane of hair.

The chauffeur opened the back door for them, and before Mark climbed in with Stan Charles Richfield, his young husband, he spotted a man.

Mark whispered into Stan’s ear, One moment, love.

Stan, also in a white tux, took a look over the crowd. He kissed Mark and sat in the back of the limousine while family members threw birdseed and sugar-confetti, instead of the traditional rice, at the happy couple.

Mark, avoiding the chaos, made his way to his ex.

Steve’s blue eyes were intense as Mark drew near.

Seeing his every move was being recorded, Mark knew he couldn’t do much to stop the media. He touched Steve’s arm. Baby?

Steve parted his lips, as if to say something, but nothing came out.

~

Stan tried to watch from the back window of the limousine. He touched the white gold, platinum, diamond and sapphire ring on his finger and gazed at Steve’s expression.

The former cop had lost Mark. Lost Mark to him.

Stan rubbed his face and sank in the leather seat. He couldn’t imagine Steve’s pain. If he lost Mark, he’d be a basket-case.

Stan closed his eyes and tried to relax. In twenty-four hours Mark would leave for Europe with Steve on a business trip. And he and Mark’s superstar son, Alexander, were going to film their on-location scenes for their new movie, Lover Boy, right here in New York.

He heard a commotion near the car and when he looked at the hotel entrance, a gorgeous blond Swedish runway model had emerged.

Tadzio Andresen, in a shimmering black gown, was getting mobbed by the paparazzi. To escape the madness, Tadzio slipped into the back of the limousine with Stan.

Where iz Mark? He blinked his long eyelashes.

Stan thumbed behind him.

Tadzio, flipping his long blond hair behind his shoulder, peered out of the back window. Steven!

~

Steve knew this was insane. That’s why he couldn’t do it, couldn’t sit through Mark’s wedding to Stan. He had crashed Mark’s first one, to Sharon Tice, so many fucking years ago.

If he had attended this wedding, he would have done the same thing.

Staring at the love of his life, Mark Antonious, Steve was in hell.

Baby? Mark touched his jaw. Tomorrow, yes?

Yes. Steve felt like crying. It was tough.

Steven! Steven! was called to him.

Steve inhaled deeply as a blond bombshell made his way to him in his high heels. His new spouse, Tadzio, raced over. You came?

Mark kissed Steve lightly on his lips and returned to the limousine and his waiting husband.

Tadzio interlaced his fingers with Steve’s.

Steve stared at the limousine, watching Stan’s immediate family climb into the car with Mark.

Steven? Tadzio tugged on his arm.

Let’s go. Steve shoved his way beyond the crowd into the hotel where he and Tadzio were staying.

Steven?

I’m fine, Tadzio. I’m fine. Steve led Tadzio to an elevator and the two of them rode to their floor.

Tadzio leaned against him affectionately. What did you do all the day?

Just went to museums and shit. Steve removed his hotel card key and walked down the long corridor.

You will leave with Mark soon?

Steve used the key in the reader and opened the lock, and the door, for Tadzio. Tadzio passed through it, and stood near the bed.

Yes. Tomorrow. Steve tossed his phone on the dresser.

You can help? Tadzio gave Steve his back.

Steve opened the tiny hook and then unzipped Tadzio’s gown for him. He stepped out of his high shoes and then the dress.

Under it, Tadzio wore a tiny black padded bra, matching panties, and nylon stockings.

Steve sat on the foot of the bed and rubbed his face as he yawned.

~

Tadzio knew how hard this day was for Steve. Even though he and Steve had married last month, in what was an effort to stop Tadzio from being deported, Tadzio knew Steve’s true love, was Mark.

He stood between Steve’s knees, pouting, and ran his finger over Steve’s neck. Iz okay, Steven.

Steve snapped out of his stupor and stared at Tadzio. He held Tadzio’s narrow waist and managed a smile. Did you have fun?

I would have had more fun wit you.

I’m sorry. Are you tired? Steve used his thumbs to run tiny circles around Tadzio’s pelvis.

Tadzio unhooked his bra and dropped it, then stepped out of his pantyhose and tiny thong. He urged Steve back on the hotel bed and opened his zipper.

Steve sighed and yanked his T-shirt over his head.

Tadzio tossed his long blond hair extensions behind his shoulder, and took Steve’s soft cock into his mouth.

~

Alexander Mark Richfield sat on a chaise lounge while staring at the Pacific Ocean. In the midst of production in a new feature film, Alex was flying to New York tomorrow to shoot the location scenes for a new movie he and Stan were starring in.

The holiday weekend had brought hundreds of bathers to the beach, and the sun was high in the sky even though it was late afternoon.

A shadow was cast over him.

Alex looked over his sunglasses at a big, masculine man.

His husband, Chief of Police Billy Sharpe, had his hands on his hips and had come from a dip in the refreshing water.

Adam Lewis and Jack Larsen, close friends of Alex and his model father, carried refreshments out of their Malibu beach house.

Adam, Alex’s talent agent, placed a pitcher of margaritas on the glass patio’s table top. He stood for a moment staring out at the waves.

His husband, Jack, was a blue-eyed blond gym junkie lawyer, who had known Alex’s dad since college.

Jack placed veggies and dip near the pitcher. How’s the water? he asked Billy.

Great.

Alex gazed at his forty-eight year old police chief, and zeroed in on the tattoo Billy had scrolled on his upper arm; barbed wire and Alex’s name.

Come swim, Billy coaxed.

Alex shook his head, hiding behind his sunglasses. He twirled his long, brown hair around his finger, knowing this weekend, his father had officially married that kid. The kid he was cast in the movie with. Stan.

That fucker was younger than he was.

Alex? Billy reached out his hand.

No. Alex pointed to the pitcher of green liquid. Can you pour me one, Adam?

Adam did, handing it to Alex.

I’ll swim. Jack took off his shirt, exposing his fabulous body, and dropped his shorts to the patio, revealing a swimsuit.

Billy and Jack jogged over the silky sand to the surf.

Adam sat next to Alex, also drinking a margarita.

How’re you doing, Alex? Adam patted Alex’s bare leg as Alex wore a gold-printed sarong over his bathing suit, and a black mesh, see-through top.

Meh. Alex tasted the drink and it was superb, one of Adam’s specialties.

Have you heard from anyone? Adam was referring to his dad, Steve and Tadzio, since they were the only ones of their group to go to Mark’s New York wedding.

Tadzio. He keeps sending me photos I don’t want to see.

Anything from Mark?

No. Alex guzzled the drink and sat up, pouring more.

~

As the white limousine parked in front of a brownstone on East 74th Street, Mark stared into space.

Stan’s family lived in this wonderful three-level home, and Stan’s friends from LA were also staying until tomorrow, or Monday of this holiday weekend.

The chauffeur opened the back door and helped Ali Bergman, Stan’s mother, out of the seat, followed by Leslie, Stan’s sister.

Becca McKenna was next, each woman was careful to exit onto the sidewalk in their fancy clothing and high heels. Leslie was holding a floral centerpiece, one she’d taken from the reception room. It was all white, with roses, calla lilies, and baby’s breath.

Michael, Stan’s attorney general dad, gestured for Mark and Stan to exit next. Inside the stretch limousine were Stan’s friends, who had made the trip east as well; Antwon Jackson, Fred Chew, Lou McFadden, and Oswald Black.

The twenty-something’s from LA were still riding high on a celebrity wedding.

Michael was last to leave the car, handing the chauffeur a tip, and then he dug into his pocket for his key and opened the door for his wife and daughter.

The long train of guests entered the home.

Most walked directly up the flight of stairs to change.

Mark tried to focus, but seeing Steve that way…disconnected and alone on the busy street, Mark became distracted.

A touch to his cheek brought him around. Stan appeared concerned.

Let’s get out of these outfits. Mark held his hand and walked to the very top floor, where Stan’s childhood bedroom was located. They closed the door for privacy, and both changed out of the white tuxedos.

Mark hung his up as he did, knowing Tadzio was going to bring them back to the rental store in Los Angeles for them. Stan was remaining here in New York to shoot on-location scenes in the Diamond District, and he and Steve, after a quick visit to the New York offices, were flying to Paris and London to connect with the European branches of his deceased father’s mega company; Richfield-Miller International, a textile wholesaler that had recently been returned to Mark after painful negotiations with his mother’s widower.

In just white briefs, Mark threw away the rosebud boutonniere, tucked the tuxedo back into its garment bag with the white shoes, and then entered the bathroom to freshen up.

He stared into his green eyes in the mirror, tugging on the gold ‘chai’ charm hanging on his neck, one Stan had given him. Mark splashed his face and brushed his teeth, then stood at the toilet.

Stan entered, doing the same, wearing faded jeans and no shirt, showing off his fantastic body and tattoos.

Mark finished at the toilet and rinsed his hands as Stan scrubbed his face and brushed his teeth.

Mark stood behind the fabulous man and ran his fingers up his broad back.

Stan, no doubt, was physically, the biggest lover Mark had ever had. The young man stood near six-three and was a body builder and yoga enthusiast. The striking hazel-eyed stud had been hired to model with him in Mark’s trademark cologne ads for Dangereux Red. Now, Stan had his own cologne line, Dangereux Obsession.

But that’s not where Mark had met Stan. No. Stan had been his airport chauffeur when Mark went on tour for the cologne company. Stan and Mark had met by chance.

But that day, the day he had laid eyes on Stan Charles Bergman, Mark’s entire world had turned upside down.

~

Stan rinsed the toothpaste from his mouth and braced his hands on the sink. He stared at Mark via the mirror’s reflection.

The Nation’s Top Male Model was now officially his.

With a style magazine featuring their wedding with exclusive photos, Stan and Mark were the trending topic on every streaming media.

He had gone from obscurity, driving a limousine, to superstardom. Not only was he married to a sleek model once named, ‘The World’s Most Beautiful Man,’ he was starring in a new gay romance film directed by an award winning director, Zoe Xiu, with Alexander Richfield. The hottest new talent in Hollywood.

The movie had one drawback. A huge one.

He and Mark’s son, Alex, had filmed scorching sex scenes, simulating everything from anal and oral sex, to kinky foreplay.

As he stared into Mark’s eyes in the reflection, seeing his uncanny resemblance to his son, Stan had a dark secret, one he had hidden from Mark.

After one of his and Alex’s hot bedroom scenes, Alex, the impulsive fiery stunner, lunged at Stan and kissed him. Not for the film. No.

And that act, that two second mishap, was eating away at Stan.

He wanted nothing sexual to happen between him and Alex outside of the necessary movie scenes. Stan was a traditional guy. He wanted one man. He wanted kids. He did not like the idea of an ‘open-marriage’ of fooling around, or cheating.

He didn’t want to stray or invite others into his and Mark’s union.

Not only was he true to Mark completely, if the ill-tempered Santa Monica Chief of Police, William Paul Sharpe, learned of the indiscretion, he’d beat the shit out of him. Alex’s top cop hubby, was one scary dude.

How are you, baby? Mark purred, smoothing his warm hands up Stan’s sides to his chest.

Stan turned around, leaning his bottom on the sink basin, and held Mark’s narrow waist. I can’t believe you and I are going to be apart tomorrow.

Not for long. Mark kissed him.

Well, sort of long. Stan had to film the on-location scenes of the movie here. He was staying in the brownstone, while Alex was going to be in a hotel.

It’s fine, love. Mark used his tongue to tease Stan’s mouth. Perhaps whilst you’re here, I can move us into the estate.

The estate.

That mansion in Paradise, California; thirteen rooms, a stable, tennis courts, two pools, hired help…located the picturesque foothills of the Sierra Mountains.

Stan drew Mark into his arms and deepened the kiss.

Mark opened Stan’s jeans and dug under them. Perhaps a nice cool shower rinse?

Yes. Stan stepped out of his clothing, his cock springing up from them.

Mark dropped his white briefs to the bathmat and turned on the water in the shower.

Stan entered the bedroom and locked the door before they played.

Noise from the lower floor, his buddies laughing and enjoying themselves, floated through the air. Stan stared at an engraved silver rattle his mother had given him, which he had left on his nightstand. An heirloom which was dated 1910, from her grandmother; meant to bring luck, and babies to them.

When he returned, Mark had wetted down under the spray.

Stan stepped in behind him and shut the sliding glass door. Mark wiped the water from his eyes and gave Stan a sexy smile, one that sent the goose-bumps rising.

Mark shifted over, letting Stan rinse, and then Mark washed his long hair.

Stan stared at Mark as he cleaned up, his cock fully aroused from being naked with this stunner.

He allowed Mark to wash the shampoo from his hair and soaped up his groin, pits, and ass while he admired the gorgeous model.

Once Mark had finished, he nudged Stan under the warm spray to rinse off the soap, then Mark turned Stan to face the showerhead.

Stan shivered in anticipation.

Mark ran his fingers over Stan’s rim, and then, he ate his ass.

Oh, fuck. Stan’s cock swelled and pulsated while the water raced over it, running down the length.

Feeling Mark using his thumb to penetrate him, Stan was about to blow his load.

A soft purr came from the top model.

Just before Stan reached for his own cock, Mark held it, giving it a squeeze as he pushed his finger deeper.

Fuck! Stan clenched his teeth and the pleasure swirled so intensely in his balls, he ejaculated, spattering the wet wall. Creamy ribbons