Haunting the Past an Action! Series Book

By GA Hauser

In episode 65 of the Action! Series, we find the men in Paradise, California celebrating Christmas. The Nation’s Top Male Model, Mark Antonious Richfield, hosts over thirty guests at his estate for a wonderful weekend.

Mark and his new husband, Stan Charles Richfield’s surrogate, Becca McKenna comes to the manor, and a big surprise awaits Mark, as baby number three makes an unexpected appearance!

Steve Miller, Mark’s ex-husband and co-owner of their garment manufacturing firm has a rocky time with his new boyfriend, Pilot Toby Smith, once more screwing up his relationship.

Adding to the chaos, Josh Elliot, the lifeguard and lunatic, videotapes the sexy men at play for his new video channel.

Come back to the madness, the love, and the hot sexy play as the men from LA enjoy all that the estate in Paradise has to offer.

All of the Action! Series books can be read as stand-alone novels. So just dive right in! Or watch Capital Games the movie, the pilot episode, now on demand and on DVD!

• Language: English
• Publisher: GA Hauser
• Release date: Feb 16, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005211363

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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HAUNTING THE PAST

an Action! Series Book

By

G.A.HAUSER

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Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2021

HAUNTING THE PAST

Book 65 of the Action! Series

Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2021

ISBN Trade paperback: 979-8592-0293-1-8

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Chapter 1

The Nation’s Top Male Model, Mark Antonious Richfield, held his littlest son, Jacob Bentley Richfield, up high in the air. Little Jacob, who had his first birthday on December 2nd, was helping decorate the Christmas tree.

Yes, they were Jewish, so what?

Mark thought the tree was a sweet holiday tradition.

Thanksgiving had come and gone, and soon Christmas would be a distant memory and 2020 would be a ghost of the past.

Jacob laughed as he helped hang colorful baubles and ornaments on the pungent noble pine tree; a tree they had cut down from the forest across from a meadow on their property.

Daddy! Daddy! Isaac Milton Richfield, or ‘Zak’, Mark’s middle son, raced into the room. Isaac was going to turn two in February. With the help of their live-in nanny, Blake Hughes, a retired Los Angeles fireman who taught the precious boys daily, Isaac was leaps and bounds ahead of his age group.

Mark set Jacob on his feet and crouched down to see what his beautiful son wanted.

I made this! Isaac, with his long brown hair and green eyes, like his model daddy and actor big brother, Alexander, held up a Jewish Star created from cardboard, glitter, and blue and white shining paper. It’s a staw, Daddy!

I see that. Mark glanced up at his second husband; a strapping man of six-four, with hazel eyes and brown hair. Stan Charles Bergman-Richfield had helped their son make the little Star of David.

Come. Let’s hang it on the tree. Mark held out his hand to Isaac.

Zak reached to a high limb. Stan picked him up and helped Zak hang the star on one of the pungent limbs.

Mark waggled an eyebrow at his young husband.

Stan laughed. We didn’t light a menorah. What the hell. He may as well get something from being in a Jewish family.

You’re hilarious. Mark giggled.

Jacob was finally walking on his own. The little blue-eyed towhead was struggling to keep up with his big brother. Jacob Bentley was the product of an illicit affair between Mark and his ex-fiancée Sharon Tice-Hill; conceived in a Pasadena church whilst Mark’s first husband’s father, Sgt Dick Miller, was laid to rest.

The mansion they resided in was located in Paradise, California; a huge estate at the base of the Sierra Nevada Mountain Range. The thirteen-bedroom house was also home to Mark’s first husband, Steven Jay Miller, who helped him run Mark’s deceased father’s garment manufacturing company, Richfield-Miller International.

Mark’s best friend from college, blond-gym-junkie and attorney, Jack Charles Larsen, and his talent agent husband, Adam Paul Lewis also lived here.

Blake’s Butte County firefighter husband, Hunter Rasmussen was now training volunteer fireman, after working with the Los Angeles Fire Department for fifteen years. The big firefighter had been the one to chop down their lovely tree.

The estate had a heli-stop, tennis courts, a basketball court, a spa with a weight room, sauna, and Jacuzzi; they had two Olympic-sized pools, one indoor, one outdoor and a stable which housed four horses.

Construction had begun on a detached garage which will contain four automobiles. Above those spaces Mark had designed four bedroom units to accommodate any overflow from the home.

The last time Mark had a huge family gathering was in October. Steven’s mum, Susan Miller, turned seventy, and Mark made a lovely party for her.

But, October was a memory, and Thanksgiving; gone…

The year was advancing so quickly, Mark couldn’t keep up. They were expecting a new baby any day now. Mark and Stan’s surrogate, Becca McKenna, was due to give birth very soon. She lived in Los Angeles with her girlfriend, Natalie Cushman. This child was the product of Stan and Becca’s DNA. Becca had also carried Isaac for them.

Taking a pause from the decorating, Mark allowed Stan to help the boys hang ornaments. He stood by the fireplace mantle and observed. A gas fire was lit and clear glass marbles glistened from the licking orange flames.

Rubbing his right hand gently, one he had broken in a fit of rage a month ago, Mark felt the gaze of his deceased father.

The patriarch of the Richfield line, Milt Richfield’s portrait hung in a prime spot in the huge living room. The twenty by forty-foot space had several seating areas, and a bay window, facing the front of the property, where the columned entry was located.

Noise of construction echoed slightly from the workmen who had framed the four-car garage and were continuing the build. But, today would be the last day of work before the holiday weekend.

They had a pink rose quartz driveway that led to an opening in the hedgerow which acted as a blind to the manor house. The rose quartz had taken a beating from the heavy trucks and mud, but Mark wasn’t going to worry about it now. Once the garage was complete, he’d deal with it then.

It was Thursday afternoon, and tonight was Christmas Eve, so today he and his two wonderful boys were decorated the tree before everyone showed up.

The house smelled amazing as their chef, Sierra, baked, cooked, and whipped up a feast, while her husband, Warren, their manservant, hung icicle lights on the eaves of the huge home.

Isaac and Jacob raced around the room, giggling together, and Mark could not wait for baby number three.

~

Hollywood actor, Alexander Mark Richfield packed a weekend bag for his and his husband Billy Sharpe’s visit to his dad’s estate in Paradise.

Alexander was Mark’s eldest son, and had turned thirty-one last November. His husband was twenty years older than he was. Lieutenant Billy Sharpe worked at the Los Angeles Police Academy training new recruits on defensive tactics.

Alex had auditioned for two new movies last week, but with Christmas hitting this weekend, not much was happening on the movie front.

Lady, Alex and Billy’s floppy white Saluki-mix dog, hopped on the bed and dropped her chew toy, a sock monkey, into the open suitcase Alex was packing.

Alex laughed at her. Don’t worry. I won’t forget your toy. He petted her and she leapt off the bed and raced off.

Opening a drawer, Alex took both his and Billy’s bathing suits and packed them, then tapped his chin as he thought about what else he needed to bring.

They hadn’t spent Thanksgiving with Mark. Instead, he and Billy had dinner at Steve’s mother’s home. Susan Miller lived right up the street in Bel Air in a house Alex’s dad used to occupy when he was married to Steve.

Susan had invited him and Billy, as well as Tadzio Andresen, Steve’s ex wife, to the dinner.

Alex thought about that meal, which was very laid back with a few of Susan’s elderly church friends. Steve’s big sister Laura, her husband, Barry, and thirteen-year-old daughter Chloe, hosted for them.

Tadzio entered the bedroom and sat on the bed near the suitcase. Tadzio was a transgender individual. The blonde Swede had top, but not bottom surgery, and identified as a woman now. Tadzio had been a fashion model for years, and began her hormone treatments before the onset of any male characteristics. Therefore, if you did not know, you may not guess, Tadzio had not been born female.

Her and Steve’s divorce was final, and Tadzio had been awarded a two-million dollar settlement from Steve. But, at the moment, Tadzio still lived with him and Billy.

Alex wasn’t sure he wanted her to move out. He loved her and the three of them had really great sex together.

Tadzio picked up Lady’s chew toy and laughed when she touched it. Iz wet.

Well, she gnaws on the dang thing. Alex packed warm clothing since the base of the mountains grew cold at night. He then stood in front of Tadzio and pouted. I wish you were coming.

Iz okay. Mat’ew wants me to stay here. He iz working.

Don’t cops ever get time off? Alex asked just as Billy peeked into the room. He held Lady in his arms.

The white loony mutt licked at his chin and wagged her tail.

Billy said, Don’t forget my workout clothing.

I got it. Alex nodded and then entered the bathroom to pack a few toiletries. He heard Billy and Tadzio’s discussion.

So, you’re hanging out here?

Yes. Mat’ew say he has good overtime. So? I will make a nice dinner for him when he gets off work.

Matt Nolf was Billy’s nephew, his older sister Tammy’s son.

Just you and Matt alone? Billy asked.

Iz fine, Billy.

Alex paused as he gathered their hair and toothbrushes and stared into his green eyes in the mirror. He had long thick brown hair that flowed past his shoulders, and he looked a heck of a lot like his Dangereux Cologne model father.

As he thought about why Tadzio wasn’t coming with them, Alex frowned. Steve. Steve had divorced her, and was seeing his dad’s corporate jet pilot, Toby Smith. Having Tadzio there at the estate was awkward, to say the least.

Tadzio could come if she wanted to, but, without Matt, Tadzio said no.

Billy entered the bathroom and stood at the toilet. Alex glanced at him through the mirror’s reflection. Lady did a circle lap between them and then walked back out of the bathroom.

When Billy flushed and stood next to Alex to wash his hands, Alex admired his big macho cop. Billy was over six-feet tall, with blue eyes, clean-shaven, and had a conservatively cut hairstyle. Gray touched the temples of this hot daddy. The muscular stud had a barbed wire tattoo on his biceps with ‘Alex’ scrolled into it.

While Billy taught at the academy, the young gay male studs drooled over him. Several had openly propositioned his hot hubby.

As far as Alex knew, Billy was behaving. Alex was as well. The two of them had a history of cheating on each other, and hopefully they weren’t any longer.

Alex had wrapped a feature film with a hunky Aussie celebrity, Hugh Beckett. They had one sterile kissing scene, but no simulated sex. None. He and Hugh teased each other playfully, but Alex assumed the big star was as straight as they come, since, so far, he had not tried to get him in bed.

But, Alex had been asked to audition for more steamy gay romance films again. With his long hair and lithe figure, he was typecast. He didn’t want to cut his long hair. Nope. And neither did Billy. So he was stuck in a rut.

Billy dried his hands and then stood behind Alex, holding him close. Alex nestled his bottom against Billy’s crotch. Billy held him tight, nibbling his neck, sending chills up Alex’s spine.

When’s Dean coming? Billy whispered.

Soon. Let me finish packing.

Billy patted Alex’s butt and left the bathroom.

Alex continued to get them ready for a weekend with his dad. But the fact that Tadzio wasn’t coming, really bummed him out.

~

Steven Jay Miller held his phone while in his bedroom suite in the mansion. His room was on the first floor and had glass doors leading to the outdoor pool patio. He had invited his new boyfriend, Toby Smith, to stay over for the weekend. Toby and Bobby Crawford were his jet pilots. Steve, Mark, and Jack Larsen, who was now their in-house attorney, commuted most days by chopper from Paradise to Sacramento. But, with the rain, wind, and stormy weather coming this winter, the chopper would be grounded on bad days.

When the weather was inclimate, Louis, their chauffeur, drove them to and from work in their stretch limousine. Steve hated that drive. It was over an hour compared to the fifteen minute chopper flight.

But, both Mark and Jack balked on flying if the forecast was iffy.

This evening, however, Toby was flying their friends and family from Los Angeles, north to Sacramento’s airport in their corporate Learjet, and Louis was using a shuttle van to pick everyone up. They were flying in this evening and leaving Sunday night.

Their company, Miller-Richfield International, was closed for the week, giving their employees a paid holiday vacation. Recently Steve had finalized his divorce to Tadzio Andresen. He had cashed in company stocks to pay her a two-million dollar settlement. The thought made him wince, but…it was better than what would happen in court. Even though he and Tadzio had been married for only two years, who knew if a judge would grant her half of what he owned. California was a community-property state and Tadzio had a very good, pit-bull LA attorney to fight for her.

Steve’s net worth? Now that he was co-owner of Mark’s dad’s company and owned half of this luxury estate? That would be much more than the two-mill. So, his attorney wisely told him, settle.

He had.

He had washed his hands of her, and felt as if he could move on. But, cohabitating and marrying again was the furthest thing from Steve’s mind. He’d had enough of committed relationships for now.

Toby was an amazing man and they would continue to see each other, but…Steve only loved one man deeply, madly, insanely.

His first husband. The World’s Most Beautiful Man, The Sexiest Man Alive; (according to the tabloids) Mark Antonious.

Steve left his bedroom and heard laughter coming from the living room. He made his way down the hallway, passing the nook, a bench seating area with a grand view of the back of the estate.

Sierra was baking and cooking, and the house smelled so damn good! He was thrilled she and Warren were back. They took a few days off to visit family before the holiday crush, and the amount Steve missed her and Warren was as if they were close family. Sierra was like a second mom to the men here, and Steve adored her. And Warren ran this big house with an efficiency Steve envied.

He continued on, through the marble foyer. Warren was hanging lights out front, a ladder under him. Inside the living room a huge tree was lit up with multicolored lights. The smell of pine was fantastic and made him remember his childhood.

His dad, Dick Miller, an LAPD police sergeant, used to take him and his sister Laura to a tree farm. He and Laura would pick out the one they wanted, and his dad would chop it down and haul it to the house in Pasadena in his pickup truck.

It was during times like this that he missed his pops. But sadly, not only was Sgt Miller a racist pig that aimed his pistol at him and his African America girlfriend, Sonja Knight, he hated the fact that Steve had married Mark. A gay son was worse than an interracial relationship as far as Dick Miller was concerned.

Dick began to suffer from dementia, and rather than seek treatment or be eventually helpless, he shot himself in the head in the backyard of his and Susan, his mom’s, home in Pasadena.

It was at that Catholic funeral mass that Jacob Bentley was conceived. Mark had fucked his ex-fiancée, Sharon Tice-Hill and was granted full custody after an ugly court battle.

Steve watched the little blond, blue-eyed boy run after his big brother. Isaac was the spitting image of Alex and Mark, with long brown hair and bright green eyes.

The two were close, those boys. They played together every day while Blake and Stan stayed home, teaching them.

Kids.

It was why Mark had divorced him. Mark was crazy about children, him? Not so much.

And soon, a damn infant was going to join them. He wished they were already teens and worked for a living.

As Steve witnessed Mark’s love and adoration for those two toddlers, Jack put his arm around Steve and stood next to him.

~

Jack held onto Steve while he watched Mark, Stan, and the boys decorate the tree. Memories hit Jack immediately of his childhood.

His mom and dad were from Florida, and Christmas there wasn’t like here. Jack remembered his father setting up a train track under the fake-flocked tree. His dad was a sweetheart; a devoted father and loving husband. When Jack finally came out, very late in his life, well after he married Adam, his parents told him they knew all along he was gay.

His mother wondered why Jack had not married Mark.