B is for Bravo An Action! Series Book 42

By GA Hauser

In this episode of the Action! Series, we join the men from LA as Stan Charles Richfield begins production on his new film role as a Navy SEAL in B is for Bravo. While Stan deals with the animosity coming from the A-list Hollywood stars who resent him being given top billing, Stan finds an unlikely ally; top rated movie star, Jeremy Runner.
Meanwhile, Tadzio Andresen-Miller, Steve’s new ‘wife’ has gone through her top-surgery in her transformation to become a woman.
The Nation’s Top Male Model, Mark Antonious Richfield has another close encounter with his ex-fiancée Sharon Tice-Hill, one that leaves him shaken to the core.

Reunite with the men you love to adore or hate, in this next Action! Series book, B is for Bravo, and dive back into Hauser’s Universe.

• Language: English
• Publisher: GA Hauser
• Release date: Apr 26, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463553565

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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B is for BRAVO

an Action! Series Book

By

G.A.HAUSER

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Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2019

B is for BRAVO

Book 42 of the Action! Series

Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2019

ISBN Trade paperback: 978-1090-5317-0-4

© The G.A. Hauser Collection LLC

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Chapter 1

Blond, Swedish runway model Tadzio Andresen-Miller stood in front of the full-length mirror of the walk-in closet in Alex and Billy’s home in Bel Air, California.

Topless, she inspected her new breasts. They were perfect. Perfect size. Perfect symmetry, and the incision under each was small and no longer painful.

Today was the first day she was going out after her recovery from the breast augmentation she had done last Tuesday.

Her husband, Steven Jay Miller entered the room looking for her. He stopped short at the closet door.

Tadzio modeled her new breasts for him. You like?

I like. Steve, wary of the swelling or soreness, kissed each erect nipple gently. How do you feel? He caressed her low back with affection.

Good. I think I will be fine to get my hair styled. Tadzio looked for a shirt to wear to go out of the house for the first time since her procedure. She picked a black top that she had packed. Steve helped her pull it over her head.

As she raised her arms, she felt the soreness increase. Maybe no. Maybe some’ting wit buttons? Tadzio shrank back from the top. She touched her chest and waited for the discomfort to pass.

Steve sorted through the shirts inside Alex’s closet. He held out one of Alex’s white cotton shirts. Not exactly runway clothes. They had been staying with Alexander Mark Richfield in the house he and his husband, Lt Billy Sharpe, lived in, while Tadzio recovered.

But good enough for hair salon. Tadzio put the shirt on and Steve buttoned it for her.

Alec iz at studio? Tadzio didn’t tuck the shirt into her black skinny jeans, and exited the large closet.

He said he needed to get through a few more scenes before he could head to Paradise. Steve stood near a dresser, checking his phone and pocketed his key. So, we’re scheduled to fly there tomorrow.

Yes. Good. Wit Alec? She stood over the sink in the bathroom and applied eye makeup.

That’s his decision. Steve read his phone. Are you sure you’re going to be up for a trip to Milan?

Yes! Tadzio used mascara on her lashes while she spoke, Yes, Steven. I wish to see the fashion show.

Okay. Steve watched her apply makeup, standing at the bathroom’s door.

Tadzio used lipstick on her mouth and then brushed her long blonde hair. I am getting highlights. She inspected her chest in the cotton shirt. Maybe I can shop a little bit. Maybe for nice outfit.

Whatever you want. Steve drew her into his arms. Hey, how about instead of me driving dad’s old car, I call Dean for the limo?

Yes. Tadzio kissed Steve’s lips and then rubbed the lipstick off of them. Better than stinky car.

Steve chuckled and sent a text on his phone.

Tadzio quickly checked her phone too, and then filled her fringe purse with items she needed. Before they left the house, she stood at the toilet to pee, opening her zipper and holding her cock as she relieved herself.

With all of the drama here in Los Angeles, she was happy she and Steve were going away, even if it was only for a long weekend. She flushed, tucked her dick back into her clothing, and rinsed her hands as she inspected her face.

One last look at her amazing new breasts, and Tadzio shut the light and shouldered her purse. Okay. I am ready.

Dean’s en route. Steve headed to the living room.

Good. Tadzio put on her high brown boots and took her wool coat out of the closet.

~

Stan Charles Richfield held paperwork he had printed from their home office computer. On it was his first call-sheet for the production of a huge war movie, B is for Bravo, one in which he was the headlining star.

The movie was going to take two months to film. He wished he’d never agreed to do it. As he thought about the logistics of staying in his old apartment in West Hollywood with one of his friends, Lou McFadden, Stan folded the paperwork up and set it on their dresser. When he did, he noticed a small charm.

Stan picked it up to inspect. It was a gold figure in the shape of a woman with a swirl on her belly. A fertility charm.

Stan’s new husband, Mark, had given it to Becca, their surrogate, to help her conceive. Had it helped? After the second attempt at conception, Becca had indeed given birth to a boy. Isaac Milton…or ‘Zak’ Richfield. He had no idea where Mark had gotten it. It certainly didn’t seem to be the top model’s style to purchase a good luck talisman.

Just as he thought about his gorgeous husband, Mark Antonious Richfield entered the bedroom behind him, holding their son.

When Zak saw Stan in the room, he made happy squeaking noises and reached for him.

Mark chuckled at their son’s reaction to Stan.

Stan grinned broadly and approached.

I need to go to work, love. Mark was wearing a designer black suit, shimmering silk, with a black narrow tie and a mauve shirt.

Stan took Zak into his arms and hugged him. Did you feed him?

Not yet. Mark brushed his shoulder-length brown hair back from his forehead.

Stan held out the charm. I guess this worked.

Mark appeared distracted and then focused on the item in his hand. When Mark realized what it was, his expression changed drastically. He took it from Stan and pocketed it.

Stan, rocking Zak gently side to side, asked, Where did you get it from?

Uh… Mark stammered, then gestured to the hallway, then picked up his phone and eyeglasses from the nightstand, and left the bedroom.

Stan became confused and said to Zak, Daddy’s weird.

Zak reached up for Stan’s chin and poked his mouth.

Okay. Time to eat. He carried his baby boy down the stairs to the kitchen.

~

Flustered, Mark trotted down the grand mahogany staircase of his thirteen bedroom mansion to the foyer. He peeked outside to see the weather, since they predicted a chance of rain, and then continued walking to the kitchen.

Their cook, Sierra, had made breakfast as well as warming a bottle for Zak. Good morning, Mark.

Hullo, love. Mark sat in the nook’s bench seat. Stan is on his way down.

I made something different for you. She brought Mark a tiny ramekin with a soufflé in it. This is very low calorie. Mostly egg-whites and a little milk.

It looks like Yorkshire pudding.

Yes. It does, without all the fat.

Thank you.

Espresso?

Please. Mark gazed outside the large glass pane to the outdoor pool and stable beyond it.

Sierra gave him an espresso in a demitasse cup and then greeted Stan and Zak as they entered the room.

There he is! Sierra gushed at the baby, who made a happy noise while in Stan’s arms.

Good morning. Stan smiled at her and slid opposite Mark into the bench.

Sierra gave Stan Zak’s bottle and the little guy, who was getting bigger every day, went nuts for it and chirped and wriggled.

Mark laughed at his silly son and helped Stan tie a bib around his little man before he slurped his formula. Once Stan had Zak settled, feeding him, he said, What’s that? indicating the soufflé.

My breakfast. Mark took a taste. It was light as a feather and a very small portion. Perfect. This is lovely, Sierra.

Good! She brought Stan a plate stacked high with waffles, sausages, and bacon.

Now you’re talking. Stan chuckled.

Mark noticed Stan’s pretty hazel eyes focus on something behind Mark.

Mark turned around and there was LAPD SWAT Lieutenant Billy Sharpe, joining them. Mark scooted closer to the window and Billy sat down with them in the nook.

How are you today, pet? Mark rubbed the big man’s thigh.

Fine.

Mark was concerned for Billy. The powerful forty-nine year old police lieutenant had been through hell. First with the battles on the thin blue line on the mean streets of LA, then, Mark’s twenty-nine year old son, Alexander, Billy’s husband, continued to drive Billy insane with his infidelity.

Sierra brought Billy the same food as Stan. Both big men worked out hard and ate with a hearty appetite.

Coffee, Lieutenant? she asked.

Please.

Mark finished the light soufflé and watched his son drink the last of the formula from his bottle. I can take him whilst you eat.

Not while you’re wearing an expensive suit. Stan let Zak rest before burping him, and ate around the little one.

Zak was able to sit up now, and Mark was convinced his eyes were green, like his own. Stan? Mark sipped his espresso while the other two ate their breakfast. Warren has found us a trusted pediatrician here in Butte County. Zak needs his immunizations soon, as well as a wellness checkup.

While he ate, leaning over the plate, Stan nodded. I can do that before I head to LA for the film production.

Billy, devouring his food with big bites, asked, When does the movie start shooting?

Mark was happy Billy was eating. When he first showed up in the middle of the night, he was despondent bordering on suicidal. After Billy went missing from the manor, Mark found the big lieutenant after a ride on his horse across the meadows, with his ex-husband Steven’s handgun. Billy was near a waterfall which Mark had shown to his friends previously, holding that gun in his hand.

Saturday, Stan frowned when he said it.

Zak tried to get at Stan’s plate, reaching for it.

You had yours, mister.

Mark noticed the horses being taken from the barn to the open paddock. His groom, Andrew had arrived and Larry and he began to muck stalls. As he watched the horses, Mark tried to figure out how to fire Larry. With Andrew back, a second groom wasn’t needed.

Mark simply was terrible at letting people down or…saying no.

With that gold fertility charm in his suit jacket pocket, Mark craved giving it back to its owner; Sharon Tice-Hill. But, that would mean he’d have to fly back to LA to do it. He thought of mailing it to her, but he didn’t know her address. Maybe Jack does.

Okay. Stan moved his empty plate aside. I can burp you now.

Sierra placed a white cloth on Stan’s shoulder for him.

Thanks.

I can’t believe how big he’s getting. She made cooing noises at Zak.

Billy chuckled. He eats like a horse.

Mark gazed at Billy’s profile. The lieutenant had a bruised cheek and a small scratch on his face from a physical altercation. Billy had confronted a fellow SWAT officer, Joe Scarbino, after he learned his son had an affair with the young man. A battle ensued and both men were left battered.

Have you heard from Alex? Mark asked quietly.

I don’t have my phone. Billy sipped his coffee, staring into the depths of the kitchen.

Warren cleared the table for them. Mark? Louis is out front when you’re ready.

Yes. Thank you. Mark didn’t want to go to work. He wanted to stay home with his son.

Billy shifted to slide out of the bench to free Mark. Mark stayed him. I have a minute.

Billy stared at him. What’s with the pink driveway?

Stan made a noise of amusement and held Zak on his lap after burping him, facing him towards the table. He slapped his tiny hands on it playfully.

It was an oversight that is now part of Richfield Manor. Mark smiled at him.

It’s pink quartz. Stan bounced his knee under Zak.

Only you could get away with pink. Billy held the coffee mug on the table in both hands.

Mark inspected the lieutenant’s red knuckles, which were bruised from the fight.

Mark? was called from the foyer.

Right. Mark made a move to his chauffeur. I guess I must go. He waited for Billy to get up and then slid out of the bench. Mark walked around the back of the nook to Stan and Zak. He leaned over Stan’s shoulder, kissing Stan’s neck, and then said goodbye to his son.

Stan faced Zak to his daddy.

Zak went nuts, reaching for Mark and vocalizing his need.

Mark picked him up and snuggled with him. You be a good boy for Daddy Stan.

Billy lingered by the nook’s bench. You working out? he asked Stan.

When he naps. I was going to go for a morning ride.

Mark made kissing noises against Zak’s cheek, making him wriggle and squeak. You could ride Shadow, Lieutenant.

At the thought of Jack’s high-strung black thoroughbred, Billy shook his head. I’ll pass.

Mark handed Zak to Stan when the big man stood up. Right. I must be off.

Warren entered the kitchen. Mark?

Yes. I’m coming.

I was going to ask you where you wanted your dad’s portrait to hang.

Both Stan and Billy paused to find that out.

Over the mantel in the living room. Mark avoided eye contact with the two men and headed to the foyer.

His chauffeur was waiting by the polished black limousine on their rose quartz driveway. When Mark emerged into the cloudy day, Louis opened the back door of the car for him. Mark climbed into the back seat- angry he had to leave his son and work.

As Louis drove from Paradise to Sacramento, Mark took the charm out of his suit jacket pocket and inspected it.

Bloody hell…He dropped it back into his pocket and held his phone in his hand.

~

Billy exchanged glances with Stan after Mark’s decision on where to hang that portrait.

Milt Richfield had abused Mark as a child. He had tried to ‘beat the gay’ out of him while he secretly viewed Mark as a sexual object.

I guess he’s forgiven him. Billy crossed his arms over his chest. He was wearing Stan’s clothing, since he’d driven here from LA with only the clothes on his back after fighting with his husband first, and the man his husband cheated with, after.

Stan carried Zak with him to the foyer.

Warren must have removed the brown paper that covered the oil painting. As the older manservant took down a different painting from the spot of honor, over the fireplace, he and Stan inspected the portrait.

Milt Richfield was a distinguished man with a full head of white hair, clean shaven, steely green eyes, and an aura of intense power. He wore a dark suit in the painting, which was done from the waist up.

Too bad he was a schmuck. He’s good looking. Billy could see a resemblance to Mark in the dead man’s face.

Stan bounced Zak gently in his arms as he stared at it. Fathers…

Billy turned towards Stan. You have a good one. I like Michael.

He’s not my biological father.

Billy didn’t know that.

My real dad left my mom when I was three. Michael adopted me. I don’t remember my other dad. I don’t want to know him.

Once Warren had taken the first painting off the wall, he came back for the portrait.

Let me help. Billy stood on one side and Warren the other. They carried the large painting and slid it up the wall, aiming for the hook with the wire that crossed the back of the artwork.

Stan entered the expansive space, facing Zak out so he could watch. The living room was forty feet by twenty, and had several seating areas and a row of arched windows which gave the room a light cathedral feel to it.

He and Warren managed to get the heavy painting on its hook. They adjusted it to hang straight, and both Billy and Warren stepped back to look at it.

Stan bounced Zak gently. Wow. That’s kind of creepy. He’s going to loom large in this house now.

I’m stunned Mark wants it here. Billy put his hands on his hips.

Warren set the second painting in the foyer. It was a simple abstract, one the last owners, Jason and Ewan, had chosen to go with the décor. Lieutenant?

Yes, Warren? Billy anticipated helping the older man with the second painting.

I’ve ordered a punching bag. They’re delivering it to the spa today. Warren brushed off his hands. Stan mentioned you enjoy them.

Billy turned towards Stan.

Stan smiled at him.

Thanks. Billy was grateful for the consideration.

I thought it would be a good addition. Stan’s expression changed and he made sniffing sounds. Someone needs a new diaper. He headed up the stairs to the nursery, muttering, Little dude? Your farts stink.

Billy chuckled and then asked, You need help with this one? He thumbed at the second painting.

"I can manage. I’ll just hang it