I Doozy!

By GA Hauser

In episode 71 of the Action! Series, we reunite with the men for Labor Day weekend. As the Nation’s Top Male Model, Mark Antonious Richfield, gets his estate ready for Jeremy Runner and Joe Scarbino’s wedding, he tweaks his back and the bad luck begins.
The men living at the manor house in Paradise, begin to leave, not wanting to deal with a wedding. As the couples depart, two by two, they each have their own adventure.
Jack and Adam return to their beach house in Malibu to find it taken over by 20-somethings.

Blake and Hunter stay with Josh and Tanner, and end up tricked into eating hot peppers for Josh’s video channel.

Steve and Toby spend the weekend together, but it doesn’t turn out the way they had planned.

And Mark and Stan are left to deal with the three young children, and a dog, all of whom misbehave during the weekend.

As the three day holiday weekend progresses, a lesson is learned by all.
There’s no place like home.

Come back to the boys from LA for more insanity, fun, and hot sex!
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.

• Language: English
• Publisher: GA Hauser
• Release date: Aug 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005192549

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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I DOOZY

an Action! Series Book

By

G.A. HAUSER

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Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2021

I DOOZY!

Book 71 of the Action! Series

Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2021

ISBN Trade paperback: 979-8536-7751-3-9

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Chapter 1

LAPD Community Police Team Officer Joe Scarbino stared at his computer screen. Statistics from crime analysis for the neighborhood were on it but he wasn’t looking at the dull data.

His mind was elsewhere.

Joe imagined several scenarios in his mind.

‘Hi, Mom…Dad…this is my husband-to-be.’

‘You can’t marry him! He’s a man!’

‘Uh…Dad? I know he’s a man.’

They know he’s a man.

Huh? Officer Starling Abuda asked. She was sitting near him at her own computer.

Joe snapped into the present and rubbed his face. I’m just stressing over my parents meeting Jeremy.

They’ll be fine. Star waved at him dismissively. She was a trans-individual, and had made the transition late in her life, so Star was sort of manly.

She, and his two supervisors were invited to his and Jeremy’s wedding this weekend. But, his sergeant and lieutenant weren’t coming. Star was, with a guest.

The wedding venue was in Paradise, California, at Mark Antonious Richfield’s estate. The guests coming from Los Angeles had help with the commercial airline tickets.

Jeremy’s parents were footing the bill for the celebration along with Jeremy himself.

Are you sure you don’t mind staying at a hotel?

Why should I mind? Star asked.

Fuck, I’m nervous. Joe shook off his arms at the shoulders, trying to calm down.

Cold feet?

No. Nervous stomach. Joe rubbed his belly under his Kevlar vest.

Want an antacid tablet? Starling opened her desk drawer and offered one.

Yes. No. Joe didn’t know.

Star chuckled at him and kept working.

Joe patted his pockets for his phone and sent his fiancé a text, ‘I’m dyin.’

‘why you dyin?’

Joe made a face to himself and said, Gaaak!

~

Jeremy read his phone while he and his mother, Margaret Runner, went over menu details with his and his parents’ chefs. Hazel cooked for him and Joe, and Lee prepared meals for Margaret and Bernie, his folks. Both cooks were coming to the estate to help Mark’s chef, Sierra.

Margaret, sitting at her kitchen table with them, pointed to a menu. I assume these can be prepared ahead of time…

Yes, Lee said.

Jeremy stood from the table and made his way to his parents’ living room. They had a beautiful home in Westwood, and the interior was modern, light, jazzy- with local abstract art on the walls.

He called Joe.

Hey, Joe answered.

Are you okay? Jeremy knew Joe was anxious about his family.

I got agita.

Jeremy smiled. Okay…

What if…

What if? Jeremy walked closer to the front window. Topiary plants in pots lined the pathway to the front door. His silver Audi was parked in the driveway.

Uhhh…we’re flying there when?

Today is Thursday… Jeremy spoke slowly, So we’re flying to Paradise tomorrow.

Tomorrow…tomorrow.

Joe? Take a deep breath.

He heard Joe inhale. He waited. Joe? Exhale!

Joe blew out a breath and coughed.

Jeremy pictured him in his mind; his handsome face, dark hair and eyes and coarse five o’clock shadow. Babe? What’s going on? Things will be just fine. Calm down.

I can’t breathe.

Why don’t you take the rest of the day off? Huh? Come to Mom’s place. We’re just going over a few minor details with Lee and Hazel.

Okay.

Jeremy glanced back at the kitchen.

No. Maybe I should stay for the day.

Jeremy chuckled as Joe waffled.

No…I’ll come by. I mean. I’m getting married this weekend. My sergeant knows…I mean, we invited him. I wonder why he’s not going?

Joe? Jeremy tried not to laugh, because he knew his goofy man was anxious. You do what you need to do. They’ll get it.

Jeremy?

Yeah?

What do I need to do?

Jeremy cracked up laughing and sat on the couch. Why don’t you come here?

Yes. I’ll come there.

Jeremy waited for him to change his mind. Joe?

Huh?

Are you coming?

Uh…I’ll text you.

If you don’t come here in an hour, meet me home.

An hour…meet you home.

Jeremy shook his head at his lover. Yes. Okay?

Yes. Okay.

Bye.

Bye.

Jeremy disconnected the call and laughed as he walked back to the kitchen.

~

The Nation’s Top Male Model, Mark Antonious Richfield, held a pad of paper with a floorplan drawn on it. Whilst in his thirteen-bedroom mansion, Mark and his manservant, Warren, worked out sleeping arrangements. They had created a map with the main home’s bedrooms as well as the four-bedroom annex.

Jeff and Mick, here, in their usual room. Mark, his eyeglasses on, pointed to the square with the two detectives’ names on it. Carl and Keith, here. Mark looked up into the hallway. His three young children, Isaac Milton, who was nearly three, Jacob Bentley, who was twenty-two-months-old, and little Lily Hayden, who was ten-months-old were racing up and down the corridor with Billy’s floppy white Saluki-mix dog, Lady.

The toddlers on foot, and Lily crawling.

Can we lower the volume a notch? Mark shouted to them.

Isaac ran towards him and grabbed his legs. Daddy? Who’s coming? Why is Wowen decowating the house?

Mark’s young second husband, Stan, picked Lily up off the floor and held her. She made loud noises and squirmed to be put down.

Mark nearly plugged his ears.

Billy Sharpe, Mark’s son-in-law, stepped out of his bedroom to say, What’s all the noise?

Warren smiled patiently at Mark.

Billy? Can you take them outside for a swim? Mark asked as he winced at the volume.

Ya wanna swim, guys?

They celebrated and jumped up and down.

Stan called loudly, Blake? We’re swimming!

The mature fireman, caregiver, replied from the foyer, Okay!

The gang raced to the mahogany stairs and scrambled up to change.

The noise level dropped. Mark exhaled and said, Right. I believe Mr and Mrs Runner will be staying here, but Joe’s family chose to stay at the hotel.

We have the room, Mark. Warren indicated the annex.

I really didn’t want to put you out, Warren. Expecting you to clean after strangers? Mark was well aware his close friends and family did not make the rooms a chaotic mess for his manservant to deal with. They were respectful of the two helpers and often pitched in.

He had no idea how strangers would treat the home.

I appreciate that. Warren read the guest list.

Louis is staying late. He’s happy to drive the guests to and from the hotel. It’s barely ten minutes from here. I told him to make one last run at midnight, and then shuttle them to the airport at nine am. If they miss the ride, the guests are on their own.

Warren acknowledged him.

Besides, love, it’s one evening. No one is staying for the whole weekend, except Jeff and Mickey. Even Carl and Keith are leaving in the morning.

Very good.

Mark removed his eyeglasses and handed Warren the floorplan. How are we doing on the food and flower delivery schedule?

Warren gestured for them to consult Sierra, for that.

~

Steven Jay Miller worked at his desk in his and Mark’s garment manufacturing firm. Miller-Richfield International, had offices in London, New York, Paris, and here, in Sacramento.

While Mark was home, helping Jeremy and Joe plan their wedding, Steve preferred avoiding the noise of kids and the irritation of wedding planning, something he abhorred, to the sanctity of his quiet office.

He and Jack Larsen, their in-house lawyer, flew from the estate in Paradise, via chopper.

Steve wasn’t sure he was interested in seeing Joe and Jeremy get married. He wasn’t a friend of either of those men. He was Mark Richfield’s ex-husband. He had no connection to Joe Scarbino, who was a parttime Dangereux Cologne model and fulltime CPT cop.

Steve had worked for the LAPD, but that was ages ago, when he was in his twenties. Steve was now in his mid-forties. He had never worked with Joe, who was in his twenties.

And, he didn’t know Jeremy Runner very well at all. Jeremy was a Hollywood star, doing several films a year. Alexander, Mark’s actor son, and Jeremy were close friends, but Steve was not a friend of Jeremy’s.

If Steve hadn’t been living at the mansion, he most likely would not have been invited to the wedding.

As he decided whether or not to go, what he truly wanted was to stay at his boyfriend, Toby Smith’s home. Toby, his and Mark’s corporate pilot, had a great two-bedroom apartment close to his office.

Just as Steve was thinking about the handsome thirty-something hunk, Steve got a text from him.

‘want to see a ballgame this weekend?’

‘hell yes!’ Steve called him.

Hey. Toby sounded happy.

Hey. Look. I was just thinking about this weekend and Joe and Jeremy’s wedding. Do you want to go?

Uhhh.

Sensing his answer, Steve said, Neither do I. How about we stay at your place?

That’s fine. I was thinking about seeing the Oakland A’s. Want to?

Fly to Oakland? Steve felt giddy, rocking on his chair gently.

We can take the chopper, and not stay overnight there, or…stay?

Fuck, you’re awesome. Steve stared out of the window of the high-rise building he occupied, looking towards the Sacramento River and skyline.

Back at ya.

How about, you plan it, I’ll pay.

Ha! That’s an offer I can’t refuse.

Steve rocked in his leather chair and grinned.

~

Alexander Mark Richfield, sat in front of a computer in his dad’s mansion. Once his half-brothers and sister went upstairs to change clothing so they could swim outside, the noise level grew tolerable.

Adam Lewis, his talent agent, also lived here at the mansion, working from his personal computer or his laptop. Adam was in the room with him, talking on the phone, which was an earpiece in his head.

After finishing a small part in a movie last August, Alex was reading scripts that Adam emailed him, trying to decide on another project.

Billy, his husband, wanted him home more often than away, but Alex grew bored easily and wasn’t a fan of children.

…I didn’t hear back from the director, Buzz, Adam tapped keys on his computer as he spoke, Did Carl get the callback?

Alex sighed and read another script synopsis. With his long brown hair and green eyes, Alex struggled to break out of a rut. So far, he’d played the gay-love-interest to alpha males, two roles as male hustlers, and one as a murdered rock star.

That was the extent of his repertoire of character roles.

Billy refused to allow him to chop off his long thick mane of hair, so…

Alex continue auditioning for the same crappy type-casted long-haired-dudes.

Oh. Good. I appreciate that. I’ll let him know.

Alex sighed and left the script reading behind to check the social networks and celebrity news. On the homepage of his browser, Jeremy and Joe’s coming nuptials had made the headlines.

The engaged couple had not allowed any of the tabloid press to cover it. Not one reporter was going to be permitted at his dad’s home.

But, that didn’t mean the media didn’t know.

Alex read the headline, ‘Closeted Star Runner Ties the Knot With the Man of His Dreams! Joe Scarbino! Dangereux Model!’

A photo inset of him and Joe wearing tuxedos for the Academy Award celebration, showed off the two stunning men.

Scoffing at the ‘closeted star’ label, Alex continued to read the text.

‘After denying his sexuality for years, Hollywood actor Jeremy Runner, is getting married to LAPD Officer Joe Scarbino, Community Police Team cop. There seems to be an odd connection between law enforcement and celebs these days…’

Alex glanced at Adam, but he was typing away on his keyboard.

Alex kept reading the online article.

‘Lieutenant Billy Sharpe and Alexander Richfield, Mark Antonious and Steven Miller…could it be these insecure male actors have found men in uniform to save them?’

Who wrote this? Alex said out loud as he sneered.

Huh? Adam became distracted.

Alex located the reporter’s name, Garth Ross. I shoulda known.

What? Adam swiveled his chair towards him. Should have known what?

That asshole that wrote that exposé about Jack Turner, your old agency partner?

What about him?

He wrote this online article about Jeremy and Joe, citing cops and actors as a thing.

Oh. Adam lost interest and went back to his typing.

Alex kept reading.

‘And judging from a close friend of Mark’s, online web sensation Josh Elliot, who has gained internet celebrity by interviewing both cops and actors in the bathtub, it appears the two careers seem to be overlapping.’

Alex wondered where this guy was getting his info from, cuz’ he was right.

‘We were unable to obtain a guestlist, but we have no doubt it will be a mix of law enforcement and A-list stars. We tried to contact Mr Runner’s talent agent, Adam Lewis, but he has yet to return our calls.’

Ha! Alex said, He name-bombed you.

He’s an ass.

Awix?

Alex spun around to see his half-brother, Isaac. What’s up, bro?

Obo. Come wimm wiff us. Zak was already in his bathing suit and tiny white terrycloth robe.

Is Billy swimming?

Yes. Zak leaned over Alex’s lap.

Okay. Alex logged off the computer.

Isaac ran to Adam. Aydum? Wimm?

Uhhh…maybe later.

Maybe later. Isaac nodded and reached out his hand to Alex. Come, Awix. We’re sah-wimming.

Swimming…swimming, Alex repeated as he laughed.

Swmmmmin…swimmmin.

Alex entered his bedroom and found his bathing suit, tossing it on the bed.

~

Josh Elliot rushed around his and his boyfriend’s house in Hawthorne. While Tanner was working with the fire department, to help train EMTs for work as lifeguards, Josh had arranged another bathtub interview.

He had a channel on a streaming social network, and after filming videos with Mark Richfield in them, one with Mark and the guys playing in the pool at the mansion, and one with Mark naked in a bathtub, (that one he’d just posted) his subscriber numbers jumped as well as his views. He’d broken five million views on the shortest video he had made. Mark’s.

Now, because he’d had Mark, Keith O’Leary with Carl Bronson, and Jeremy Runner, as a few of his guest stars, he had reached out to other celebrities, dying to keep this career going.

After working as an LA lifeguard for years with Tanner, Josh was through dealing with the public. He hated it.

And now, after a few amazing, uploaded videos, he had a new career.

Josh had reached out to B Harper Culp, a movie star that had costarred with both Alex and Mark as the love interest between a father and son. It was a comedy feature film and had done very well with the real father and son Richfields starring in it.

Mark modeled for his trademark cologne regularly, but rarely acted in movies or TV.

Josh made sure the bathroom was clean, vacuuming up hair and wiping sinks. The last thing he needed was to gross out a celeb.

Once the bathroom was spotless, Josh loaded it with fresh towels, and then placed a clean bathrobe on the bed. Exhaling deeply, he then made sure he had enough bubble bath. Since he’d found the best, sudsiest brand, Josh bought a case, and stored it in his garage.

Everything set, his three cameras on