Sleepwalking; An Action! Series Book 51

By GA Hauser

In this episode of the Action! Series we catch up with Top Model Mark Antonious Richfield as he begins filming on a new movie, Venetian Blue. Mark and his superstar son, Alexander Richfield, plan to costar in their first feature film together. And while Mark is involved in the film, his paternity wars over his newborn son are in full swing.

Meanwhile, LAPD rookie, Collin Young, fresh out of the academy and an affair with the hot daddy, Lt Billy Sharpe, is on the street for the first time and finds another new cop he has a lot in common with, Billy’s nephew, Matt.

LAPD SWAT cop, Joe Scarbino, finds out if his attraction to a stunning Hollywood actor is mutual after he slips one of Mark and Alex’s movie costars his phone number.

Stan and Carl’s big movie premiere is set, as B is for Bravo gets its Hollywood release, while CEO Steve Miller has a terrible lapse in judgment with an employee of RMI.

Come back to the men from LA for more insane adventures!
(All Action! books can be read as ‘stand-alone’. This series is written like a television show, so dive right in! Or, watch Capital Games, the pilot of the series now on demand and DVD.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: GA Hauser
• Release date: Dec 27, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463287828

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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SLEEPWALKING

an Action! Series Book

By

G.A.HAUSER

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Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2019

SLEEPWALKING

Book 51 of the Action! Series

Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2019

ISBN Trade paperback: 978-1704-7522-4-2

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Chapter 1

The Nation’s Top Male Model Mark Antonious Richfield waited for the limousine to stop in front of his eldest son, Alexander’s, Bel Air home. His chauffeur, Dean, exited the car and opened the door for him.

Thank you. Mark tucked cash into Dean’s hand in gratitude.

You bet, Mark. Have a good evening.

Mark, holding a folder in his hand, walked to the front door. He stopped short. A string of colored Christmas lights had been hung around one living room window. It was the first time Mark had seen his son or his son-in-law, LAPD Lt Billy Sharpe, decorate their home. The lights had been hung indoors but showed through the glass.

Barking came from inside as Mark turned his key.

His son’s floppy white saluki-mix dog was spinning around in excitement at Mark’s arrival home.

Mark had spent the day in the movie studio with Alex shooting a feature film, Venetian Blue, with him. After the shoot, he had an appointment at a lawyer’s office.

Mark crouched down to pet Lady as she whimpered and rolled to her back. The scent of cooked food was in the air and Mark realized his son and the lieutenant were in the kitchen.

Mark took off his leather jacket and dropped it on the sofa, then entered the kitchen, putting the envelope down on the counter.

Hi, Dad. Alex smiled at him as he chewed.

Billy asked, Did you eat?

No. Mark rinsed his hands and inspected the meal. They were dining on baked frozen lasagna. Not Mark’s thing. He opened the refrigerator and took out a container of Greek yogurt.

Mark mixed it with fresh blueberries in a small bowl and joined his son and the lieutenant at the kitchen table.

Lady sat next to Billy’s chair and stared at him while he ate.

How’d the meeting go? Billy asked as he devoured a huge portion of lasagna.

All right, I think. Mark brushed his hair out of his eyes as he ate the yogurt. It depends on how hard Ms Tice is willing to battle me.

Her husband is clueless? Alex asked, brushing his long hair behind his shoulder.

Billy paid attention to Mark’s answer.

Sharon and Jackie have both lied to the poor man. They tried to convince him Sharon and I did not have sex last February. Mark’s hands were shaking from his nerves, so he set the spoon down and tried to relax. He stood back up and poured himself a glass of water from a filtered pitcher, and sat back down.

Larsen lied to him? Billy used garlic bread to mop up his sauce, stuffed the bread into his mouth, and then wiped his hands on a paper napkin. Do you mean Jack deliberately misled him?

Yes. That’s precisely what I mean.

Poor Jackie. Alex pouted.

Poor Jackie? Mark echoed. He’s supposed to be on my side, Alexander, not hers.

Billy stood from the table and set his dish in the sink. Mark? Are you having any lasagna?

No. Mark finished the bowl of yogurt and sipped his water as he watched Billy open a ceramic cookie jar and hold a treat in his hand for Lady.

She spun around, sat, held up her paw, and then stood on her hind legs. A virtual repertoire of moves designed to get her a snack.

He tossed it to her and she snatched it out of the air.

Dad? We have lines to memorize. Alex carried his dish to the sink as Billy rinsed them and placed them into the dishwasher. Alex wrapped the leftovers and waved him out. I’ve printed the sides.

Mark sat for a moment as his son and son-in-law hustled around, then he took a deep breath for strength and stood from the table.

~

Since he had to be at work tomorrow, Joe Scarbino packed a backpack with his LAPD SWAT uniform inside it. His duty gun was in a waist-pack around his hips. Joe added a change of civilian clothing; socks, briefs…

As he gathered more items to pack, Joe grew slightly frustrated. He’d been having three-way sex with a married couple since last summer. The two men were LAPD detectives and close friends of Mark Antonious’. The frustration part was for Joe to pack and sleep in the couple’s loft townhouse while continuing to pay mortgage and utilities here in his one bedroom house in Van Nuys.

Money. He was strapped for it and struggling.

He spotted a black enamel motorcycle helmet on the floor of his bedroom. He had impulsively purchased Mark’s Ducati superbike…then slid it and broke his leg last summer.

After the accident he hadn’t been back on it. And now that it was winter and raining, he wasn’t going to ride it.

So? Should he sell it? Use the fact that it had belonged to the World’s Most Beautiful Man as a selling point? Auction it? He could sure use the money.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Joe dropped the backpack by the front door and checked his phone.

Yesterday he had gone to a studio in Burbank to watch Mark act. Mark and his superstar son Alexander Richfield were costarring in a gay romantic comedy. Joe had asked to watch a taping and was allowed.

While there, he met a hunky star. B. Harper Culp. Wow.

Was he gay? Was he interested?

Joe had no idea but he had given the handsome stud his private phone number.

Now…he had to wait.

As Joe shut off lights and made sure the house was locked up, he thought about his modeling gig for Dangereux Cologne and figured a new shoot and possibly even a tour was looming. But, maybe not until after the holidays?

Whatever.

He closed his front door, dead-bolting it, and carried his backpack to his Charger. He dropped it into the passenger’s seat, started up the high-octane muscle car, and drove to work.

~

Rookie LAPD Officer Collin Young had completed his field training after graduating from the academy. The big Penn State wrestler had been transferred to a new shift and unit and battled with his newbie nerves.

He dressed in his crisp new uniform and made sure he had a bullet chambered in his pistol before holstering it. Once he was ready, he inspected his face in the mirror over the sink in the men’s locker room, his conservatively cropped brown hair and blue eyes. He tugged at his uniform shirtsleeve which was tight over his huge deltoids, and then headed to the roll call room.

Since he didn’t know where to sit, and some cops were weird about their ‘spots’ for roll call, Collin stood in the back of the room reading notices and postings.

Another young cop entered the room. Collin glanced up at him and said, Hi.

Hi. The cop sat down at a table and looked bored.

Within ten minutes the room filled with uniformed officers as well as two sergeants. All the chairs were occupied, so Collin stayed put, leaning on the back wall.

The sergeants went over policy changes, BOLO’s, or Be On the Look-Out for…and safety bulletins. Once they were done with announcements, he was assigned to a partner.

Nolf? the sergeant addressed the young cop that had entered the roll call room first, You’re riding with the newbie.

Nolf turned around to look at him, but didn’t smile or frown.

Let’s hit the streets. Be safe.

Collin walked over to Nolf and said, I take it you want to drive?

Sure.

What’s your first name? Collin held out his hand for a formal shake. I’m Collin.

Matt. Matt shook Collin’s hand firmly. Let me get a fresh battery. He thumbed behind him to the charging station for radio batteries.

I’ll get my kit. Collin returned to the locker room and opened his locker to grab his case which had his supplies for work. He carried it out to the write up area where a few cops were being obnoxious; the cops going on duty were being tormented by those coming off of it.

He and Matt walked into the cool wind to a marked black and white patrol car. Matt began checking the car for damage and supplies, as Collin loaded his kit into the trunk after taking a smaller nylon bag out of it to keep with him in the car’s compartment.

Once they inspected the car and equipment, they sat side by side. Matt started the engine and Collin turned the computer towards him to log them into service.

Matt waited, watching him, adding his name and serial number to the screen when Collin turned it towards him for that reason. Did you just graduate from the academy?

Yes. September. I’m just off field training. Collin finished typing in their information. Ready?

Sure. Matt backed out of the space and the moment they were logged on, the dispatcher called them into service.

Collin picked up the car’s mic and said, Ten-four, as Matt drove them to a report of a non-injury car accident blocking traffic.

Collin relaxed on the vinyl seat as Matt made their way to the scene of the accident.

So…was Lt Sharpe your defensive tactics instructor?

Collin whipped his head towards Matt. Suddenly he felt paranoid and on edge. Collin had an affair with that hot daddy; a week of giving the lieutenant oral sex and one anal sexual encounter where he was topped by his married instructor. His lieutenant was fifty. He was half the lieutenant’s age.

Yes. Collin kept his eye on Matt for judgment or a snide comment about gay men, since Lt Sharpe was out and married to a superstar, Alexander Richfield.

He’s my uncle. Matt grinned broadly at him.

No! Collin laughed and was relieved. Sharpe’s your uncle?

Yup. My mom’s bro.

As they came upon the accident and the snarled traffic it created, Collin took a closer inspection of Matt wondering if…he was gay.

~

Sharon Tice-Hill had given her new son Jacob Bentley a bath before bed. As she washed the tiny newborn lovingly tingly warmth surrounded her. This child, he was so perfect, so sweet.

In her Beverly Crest home, one only minutes from Bel Air where Mark was staying with his son, Sharon dried her little cherub with a soft towel and dressed him in his snuggly PJs.

The noise of her two daughters running around the house accompanied the sound of the television. Her stockbroker husband, Brent, was watching TV while her girls, Chelsea who was nine, and Elizabeth Ann who was seven, raced around on a sugar high.

Sharon held Jacob in her arms and kissed and cooed to him to get him drowsy. She sat in a dim room on a rocker and lulled the little one to sleep.

Mom?

Shhh. Sharon shook her head at her girls.

They entered the room and looked at their new brother, one standing on either side of their mom’s chair.

He’s so small. Chelsea touched the velvety blanket Sharon had wrapped him in.

Mom? Elizabeth Ann asked, Why is Dad so mad?

Sharon tried not to flinch. Why is Dad so mad? Because I made love to my married ex fiancé? Because this is his child?

I don’t know. Why don’t you two wind down for bed? You have school tomorrow.

They sprinted out of the room.

No more sweets! she called after them. Then, her focus returned to this baby. As the little one fell under the spell of slumber, Sharon melted. The love she had for this child was already overwhelming. He was her special little man.

And if Mark Antonious thought he was going to take him away from her, he was out of his mind.

~

Los Angeles attorney Jack Charles Larsen worked at his home computer. As he added case law text to a class action suit his firm was bringing against the vaping industry, Jack stopped to stretch his back.

Beside him on his own personal computer was his husband, Adam Lewis. Adam was a Hollywood talent agent whose clients included Alexander ‘superstar’ Richfield, Stan Charles, and Carl Bronson.

The hardworking agent earned twenty percent of what his stable of stars earned, so lately they had done very well. Alex was Adam’s number one client, and he alone could make the talent agent a good income.

Jack reached over to Adam and rubbed his upper back.

Adam paused in his work as well and did what Jack had done, stretched his arms over his head.

What are you working on? Jack asked, his glasses on his nose as he tried to see the screen on Adam’s computer.

"B is for Bravo. Between the requests for cast interviews and the demand for tickets to the premiere, it’s crazy."

Unlike Alex’s sappy gay romance movies, everyone wanted to see this war movie about Navy SEALs, including him.

You have two tickets for us, right? Jack took his glasses off.

Yes. I’m working on getting more, but not everyone is going to get to go.

Jack massaged Adam’s neck as the handsome man typed on the keyboard.

Although he was trying to focus on his work, in the back of Jack’s mind was the paternity testing that was going to happen. He knew Mark had gone to meet with a super-law-firm this evening. Jack had told Mark there was no way he was going to be involved in that mess.

Jack was best friends with both, Mark and Sharon. He’d witnessed Mark Antonious jilt Sharon at the altar for Steve. He’d helped Sharon plan her and Mark’s wedding; was left to deal with Sharon’s family, her father, Ted, after Steve whisked Mark away from the country club like a scene out of The Graduate.

She finally had her revenge. She gave birth to Mark’s illegitimate son.

Through his legal work Jack had dealt with paternity lawsuits and knew how ugly they could get. Since his mind was cluttered with Mark and Sharon’s bullshit, Jack saved his work and logged off after downloading his files onto a stick drive. Then, he shut off his computer and stood up. Can I get you anything? Jack asked Adam.

Uh…I’m good. I’ll be a few more minutes.

Okay. Jack left him in the study and poured himself a glass of vodka on ice. As he sipped it, he stood in his kitchen staring out of the back slider. Their home in Malibu was right on the beach, so he could see the white caps curling on the black sea.

Using the back of his hand, Jack touched the glass to feel the temperature. It was very cold, no doubt from the icy wind. He didn’t open the slider, and instead, headed to his den. He set his drink down, turned on the TV, and relaxed on his recliner with his booze.

Surfing channels, Jack caught sight of Mark’s photo on the celebrity ‘news’. Those gossip shows, celebrity rags, and social sites loved and hated Mark. But the top model seemed to be trending constantly. This time?

Paternity.

Yup. The birth of Sharon’s son was being turned into a media circus with its own hash tag… #supermodelsboy?

Jack was in two minds about this crap; one was to hear and see everything being aired about it, and the other? Ignoring it and keeping away. He chose the latter and changed the station to a spy mystery movie.

He promised himself he would not be sucked into Mark’s insanity vortex.

Watching a movie on premium TV, Jack sipped his vodka and pretended he wasn’t Mark’s best friend. At least until the dust settled.

~

LAPD detective lieutenant Jeff Chandler sat behind his laptop on his kitchen table. His robbery detective hubby Mickey Stanton was sprawled out on the sofa watching sports on TV.

Jeff was working on a case ‘off-duty’ for Jack and Adam. Recently Adam had expressed concern over the death of Jack’s mother, which had occurred last summer.

The talent agent suspected Mrs Larsen’s new boyfriend of foul play.

Jeff’s first love was homicide. He worked in that department ever since he was promoted to detective. At the moment he was assigned to work with the internal affairs group, or IAG. But, he was assured he’d be back in homicide again…soon.

In the meantime, Jeff tried to figure out if Adam’s suspicions were correct or not.

A loud car motor made Jeff pause in his research. A smile came to his face as he recognized the sound.

Mickey did as well and looked over at him. I think we have company.

I think so too. Jeff started to wrap up his work for the night.

A minute later a knock came to their front door.

Mickey hopped off the sofa and headed towards it.

I gave him a key. Jeff lowered the lid of his laptop.

Maybe he lost it. Mickey opened the door and there was the handsome SWAT cop trying to get a key into the lock. He had a backpack over his shoulder and dropped the key.

Scarb! Mickey pulled him into the home after Joe located it and picked it up.

Hey. Joe smiled and left his backpack by the sofa.

Jeff stood from the kitchen table and approached the hot Dangereux model.

Wanna beer? Mickey gestured to the refrigerator.

Uh…just water. Joe tossed his jacket on a chair and took off his combat boots. He unhooked his waist-pack and left his gun on a side table.

How was the taping? Jeff asked, knowing Joe had sat in at the studio where Mark and Alex were shooting their new film, Venetian Blue.

I’m in love. Joe plopped down on the sofa, his stocking feet on the coffee table, a small hole was in the toe of his right black sock.

Jeff and Mickey exchanged smirks at the comment. They joined Joe on the sofa, Mickey sitting to his right, he on Joe’s left.

With Mark? Mickey ran his hand up Joe’s thigh.

No. B. Harper. Joe expressed his opinion of the actor, whistling and rolling his eyes. Hot, hot, hot.

Mickey made a sound of disbelief.

Joe dug his phone out of his pocket and checked his messages.

Jeff was amused by Joe’s ambition to be a Hollywood…or anyone’s husband. Sadly, Joe couldn’t marry him and Mick, since, well, it wasn’t legal.

Why hasn’t he texted? Joe held his phone out.

Is he even gay? Jeff asked.

Maybe? Joe stared at his phone. I gave him my number.

Huh. Mickey picked up the TV remote control and muted the volume since the drug commercials were an assault on the senses.

Jeff rested his elbow on the back of the sofa, his hand between Joe’s thighs as Joe scrolled