Born Richfield

By GA Hauser

In this episode of the Action! Series we find the men busy with the coming holiday season. Mark Antonious Richfield and his superstar son Alexander Mark Richfield get to costar in a feature film together for the first time. Mark, however, has ulterior motives for wanting to be back in Los Angeles.
Mark’s former fiancée, Sharon Tice-Hill, is about to give birth. Whose baby it is is anyone’s guess.

Meanwhile, Jack Larsen is still reeling from the sudden death of his mother, while his husband, Adam Lewis, enlists the advice of their good friend, Lt Jeff Chandler, of the LAPD homicide office. Adam hopes that Jeff will figure out the mystery surrounding Mrs Larsen’s death.

Enjoy the men from LA you’ve grown to know and love. Come back to Cali and play with the boys from the Action! Series!
(This series is written like a television show, so just dive right in!)

• Language: English
• Publisher: GA Hauser
• Release date: Nov 29, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463564226

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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BORN RICHFIELD

an Action! Series Book

By

G.A.HAUSER

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Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2019

BORN RICHFIELD

Book 50 of the Action! Series

Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2019

ISBN Trade paperback: 978-1689-5708-7-7

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Chapter 1

The clocks had been turned back an hour, the evenings grew dark by five pm, and the rains had returned to California.

After a long soggy drive south from Paradise to Bel Air, Mark Antonious Richfield gazed outside at the wet street. He, his eleven-month-old son, Isaac Milton Richfield, or ‘Zak’ and his husband Stan Charles Richfield were staying with his eldest son, Alexander and his husband, LAPD Lt Billy Sharpe, in their home in Bel Air, California.

Today was Friday and on Monday morning he and his son Alex were going to begin production on a feature film they were costarring in, Venetian Blue, a love story about a young man who falls for both, a father and a son.

Mark had never appeared in a feature film. Cable TV? Print and commercial ads for modeling, yes. But, acting in a film, no.

Alexander had been the reigning ‘it’ boy in Hollywood for nearly a decade. Mark’s thirty-year-old son was cast in film after film, as well as starring in his second nighttime cable TV drama, one that had been renewed for another season.

Alex had just completed a gay romance film The Hard Way with Jeremy Runner. The two men had costarred in three films to date, and Alex enjoyed his work with Mr Runner.

Mark peered down at his feet. Alex’s white Saluki-mix puppy, Lady, was standing next to him while he and Stan waited for Alex and Billy to come home from work. Mark picked Lady up in his arms so they could wait for Alex and Billy together.

~

Stan had fed Isaac and put him down for a nap. Using the guestroom in Billy’s house as both a nursery and his and Mark’s bedroom was slightly inconvenient. He and Mark lived in a sprawling estate in Paradise, California. That thirteen bedroom mansion had all they needed to care for the baby, including a chef and nursery. Not to mention, Tadzio Andresen, Steve’s transgender wife, and Blake Hughes, a firefighter friend who had been helping him out with Zak.

Tadzio was in Paradise with Steve Miller, her husband, helping Steve out at Mark and Steve’s garment manufacturing company, Richfield-Miller International.

Blake had quit his work in the Los Angeles Fire Department because of a back injury, and he and his husband, Hunter Rasmussen, sold their home in Los Angeles and relocated to the mansion, permanently.

Blake was their full time nanny, and Hunter had been hired to work for Cal-Fire in Butte County as a captain.

While Stan gazed at his son napping in a portable crib, he regretted coming here with the baby. If he had stayed up north, he’d have Tadzio and Blake helping him with Zak. And Sierra, their chef would cook Zak his meals and warm his formula bottles. As he thought about the reason why he had come with Mark, he grew annoyed. He and Zak had come to be with Mark while he filmed his movie in Los Angeles.

It made sense, right? Zak wouldn’t be away from his daddy, and he would be sleeping with his husband instead of seven hours away.

That- plus keeping tabs on the top model, Mark Antonious Richfield. Mark’s ex-fiancée, Sharon Tice-Hill was expecting a baby. A baby that may be Mark’s.

Wasn’t that the real reason he and Zak had to be put through this bullshit?

Stan heard Lady ‘yip!’ and she went crazy. Then the sound of the double garage doors opening rumbled through the home.

A very loud car engine purred and stilled. Since Alex drove a Ferrari and Billy a Corvette Stan didn’t know which had come home.

He left the guest bedroom, closing the door partway so Zak didn’t wake from his nap until dinnertime. The drive was rough on his son. He had been pretty cranky the whole way down.

Lady danced around the kitchen until the connecting door opened and the lieutenant stepped in.

Los Angeles Police Lieutenant Billy Sharpe placed a duffle bag down near the mudroom and crouched to unlace his running shoes. Lady hopped up, trying to lick his face.

Mark paused at the arched threshold, smiling at the hard-working police lieutenant. Billy had been on the police force for nearly thirty years, and was now teaching defensive tactics at the academy.

Billy rolled Lady to her back playfully and gave her a belly rub, then he stood tall and asked, When did you two get here?

We arrived about an hour ago. Mark brushed his long, shoulder-length brown hair back from his eyes. The stunning model wore black slacks and a black silky long-sleeved designer shirt.

They had driven to Los Angeles from Paradise in Steve’s Mercedes. Steve’s car was a sedan and could fit the car seat.

The plan was for Alex and his dad to commute together in Alex’s Ferrari, and for him to have the Mercedes to use while here.

Zak slept for a part of the drive down, but they let him nap a little longer until Alex and Billy arrived home.

Billy washed his hands at the sink and opened the refrigerator. I don’t know what we should do for dinner.

Mark returned to the living room and stood near the front window, gazing outside.

No. This isn’t going to work. Stan wanted to stay in Paradise with Zak. He didn’t want to spend nearly two months here. But, since they had just arrived today, Stan was going to give this arrangement until Monday when he was left alone with Zak, then, he was going to tell Mark he didn’t want to stay here, and was going to take Isaac home.

~

Yes, Billy agreed to let them stay here while Mark and Alex filmed together. But, he already had regrets.

After he and Alex finished work, Billy liked to chill. He didn’t want to entertain or worry about making meals. It was tough enough doing it with just him and Alex. The last thing he needed was a finicky eater, Mark, and an infant, his godson Zak.

Billy shut the fridge door and headed to his bedroom to change. Since it was raining he wasn’t going to punch the bag in the backyard. He’d already worked out and ran with the academy students, so…

Billy changed out of his track pants and T-shirt and dressed in his favorite pair of faded jeans and a hoodie. He relieved himself and found Lady waiting for him, her sock monkey at her paws.

Yes? he asked her, Do you need to go outside?

She spun around in a circle and wagged her tail.

Billy dried his hands after rinsing them and put up his hood, then he returned to the kitchen for her leash and his shoes.

Oh. Stan stepped out of his way. I could have taken her out for a walk. I let her go out into the backyard when we first arrived but then I realized she has a dog-door.

Billy gazed at Lady. She still appeared to want a walk. Billy hooked her leash to her collar and grabbed a plastic bag. He headed to the living room where Mark was lingering near the front window.

He texted me that he was on his way, Billy told the top model.

Mark nodded, looking preoccupied.

Billy opened the front door and Lady walked into the drizzle with him. The neighborhood was colorful and festive as Christmas lights began to appear on the homes.

Billy let Lady do her thing and gazed towards a house a few blocks away, where Steve’s widowed mother Susan Miller lived with Steve’s sister Laura, her husband Barry, and their eleven year old daughter, Chloe. Maybe they could watch the baby or even better, host Mark and Stan.

He knew Jack and Adam refused.

Billy glanced at his own home as the drizzle fell silently. He didn’t mind Zak, his godson, didn’t mind him at all. But, he didn’t want to be involved with the madness of Mark and Sharon.

Billy was well aware that woman was expecting any day now.

Mark had sex with Sharon last February…in a church in Pasadena…during a Catholic mass…while Steve’s LAPD sergeant father was in a coffin… after he had shot himself in the head.

That…was where Mark Antonious decided to derail everything in his life.

So, of course, as the time for the baby’s arrival drew nearer, the insane model wanted to be in LA, and if that meant offering to star with his son in a feature film to use as an excuse?

Well…that’s exactly what he did.

Lady managed to poop in the dampness and looked up at Billy, squinting in the drizzle at him.

Billy scooped the poop and tied the bag, then walked back to his home. He tossed the bag into his trash bin and picked Lady up at the front door. He entered, toeing off his soggy shoes inside the door and brought Lady to the kitchen. He set her down and used a dishtowel to dry her fur and paws.

Lady harkened to a noise and barked.

A second later, Billy heard the garage door opening and Alex’s car roll into the garage.

~

Alex turned off his windshield wipers and then his car as the garage door lowered behind his rear bumper. Seeing Steve’s black Mercedes in his driveway, he knew his dad and Stan were here. Alex finished production on a feature film last August.

Over the summer he had worked with a close actor friend, Jeremy Runner, in a gay romance called The Hard Way. Now that it had wrapped, Alex was going to work on both, his nighttime cable TV drama and the new film he and his dad were in, Venetian Blue.

Mr Runner had audition to play the romantic lead between him and his dad, but, he didn’t get the part. The director claimed since Alex and Jeremy had just done The Hard Way, it would diminish the excitement of the newer film.

So? Some actor Alex didn’t know had been cast to play the love interest between him and his father.

His mood wasn’t particularly good at the moment. He had impulsively offered to take a small role in a straight romantic comedy.

He had been advised against it for several reasons. Mostly, because it was a bit part, a supporting role.

Alex played, ‘Jim-the-neighbor’, which was way out of character for Alex. He had attained superstar status and his agent, Adam Lewis, along with his fellow actor, Jeremy, thought it was beneath him.

Alex had done it to get out of this gay romance rut he was in. But, sadly, his tiny role in that film had been panned. He had been crucified by the critics, trolls, and reviewers.

Alex didn’t know why they hated him so much. He was described as ‘egotistical’, ‘hamming it up’, and ‘not funny’.

The irony to him was, that he had asked a friend of Stan’s for help. Lou McFadden was a standup comedian who had recently aired a comedy special on Netflix. Lou had warned Alex to be low key, to say his comic lines straight, without too much inflection.

Alex agreed.

But, when he did just that, the director told him to ham it up.

Against Alex’s better judgment he did. He didn’t have a choice since his moron of a director, Elu Rolenes, forced him to repeat the same scene again and again, like torture, until Alex gave in and said the line with a loopy inflection.

Hence, the panning from the trolls.

The sting of those comments was slow to dissipate. Oh, well. I tried. It seemed the public and movie critics wanted Alex only as the gay love interest in movies. When he deviated, he was crucified.

As Alex picked up paperwork he’d left on the passenger’s seat, he heard Lady barking. Climbing out of his car, Alex avoided the wet car fender and opened the connecting house door. Lady went nuts, spinning around and yapping.

Alex smiled at her, kissed Billy hello, and said, Hi, Stan, to his dad’s husband. As Alex took off his wet shoes, he heard another noise. Zak crying.

A shiver ran down his spine as he imagined he was going to have to get used to that sound.

Stan left the kitchen to take care of his son.

Alex crouched to greet Lady and then looked up when he spotted designer black ankle boots and tight black slacks. Hi, Dad.

Hullo, pet.

Alex kissed his father and when Stan brought Isaac to the kitchen, the house suddenly felt very small. This wasn’t the estate in Paradise. There wasn’t any place to hide.

This open-planned home had three bedrooms, but wasn’t a mansion by any stretch of the imagination.

As Isaac’s demand for food and his irritation at waking from his nap took hold, both Billy and Alex exchanged winces of regret.

All right, mister. Mark took Zak out of Stan’s arms and cradled him. Calm down.

The baby quieted and rubbed his eyes as he snuggled in his model-daddy’s arms.

Okay. Billy looked around the kitchen helplessly, Stan seemed anxious, and Alex wondered how on earth he was going to memorize lines with all this noise.

Why don’t we get a bottle warming? Mark asked Stan.

And looking uncharacteristically awkward, the New Yorker fumbled around with a small cardboard box that had been placed on the counter.

Alex stood at his back slider, gazing at the distant lights beyond the Getty Museum barely visible in the drizzle. He couldn’t believe the holidays were here again. They seemed to come quickly once summer vanished.

While Stan filled a plastic bottle with baby formula, Alex asked him, "Are you doing the talk shows? I spotted a billboard on the way home for B is for Bravo."

Uh… Stan split his focus on his task as he set the bottle into a pot of water. Yes. I have to go to at least one interview on late night TV to fulfill my contract.

Billy left the room and returned with his eyeglasses. He sorted through delivery food menus they had on hand.

Alex leaned on the counter beside him, seeing what his lieutenant was hungry for. Why don’t we try that new service? Alex asked him, The one where we can order from a list of restaurants.

Looking frustrated, Billy set the menus down and left the room. Do what you want.

Mark sat Zak in a highchair and dug a bib out of the same box Stan located the formula in.

Dad? Alex wanted to talk to him about this living arrangement. He thought he wanted it, but now that they were all here? It was awful.

Yes, Alex? Mark tied the bib on Zak, opened the refrigerator and removed a plastic lidded container. He peeled the lid back. I’m listening.

Stan kept an eye on the heating bottle of formula.

Zak yelled, Appull! and pointed to Mark.

Mark scooped baby food that had been prepared by their chef Sierra, and filled a baby bowl.

Alex became distracted by his father and lost his focus.

Lady scampered out of the room to look for Billy.

Mark placed the small plastic bowl and a spoon on the tray for Zak. Zak grew excited and was able to use a utensil. He scooped up the food Sierra had made while Mark held the bowl for him. Stan tested the bottle’s temperature and shut off the burner under the heated water.

Alex? Mark asked while he helped his youngest son with his dinner.

Never mind. Alex left the kitchen and found Billy. He was relaxing on his favorite recliner watching the news on TV with Lady on his lap.

Billy glanced up at him. What are we doing for dinner?

No clue. Alex leaned against the arm of the recliner. I don’t want them here. It’s too much.

Billy shot Alex a glare since Alex begged his father to take the part in the film with him.

I don’t mind Dad…it’s just… Alex peered down the hallway.

Order pizza or something, will ya? Billy aimed the TV remote at the screen and raised the volume.

Lady looked up at Alex from Billy’s lap and then the pup sighed and rested her head on the big lieutenant.

Alex stared in the direction of the kitchen, trying to figure out a way to get through this.

~

Jack Charles Larsen peered out of the window of his downtown Los Angeles law office. The fall season and the rain