Day 4 Michael's 70K Bash - GA Hauser

Good mornin! Hope you had a great Thanksgiving and plenty of food to take home. We continue the party with several of my dearest author friends and fellow authors who I admire greatly. 

One of them, I can't tell you how much she's inspired me through her work. Whether its the books themselves or her drive to be a success in the world of m/m romance. Welcome fab author GA Hauser!

*GA is giving away a PDF of this book. Please leave your email address and remember all comments are included in the Triad contest for a $25GC!*

Blurb for Boys

Boys who love boys who love girls.

Twenty-five year old Jag Huntington loved straight men. He couldn’t help it. Something about their macho-allure intrigued him. But Jag had never even managed to have a straight man as a friend.

His best friend Tyson Hopper, and Tyson’s boyfriend Howard Steinman invite Jag out for a night with the gay-boys and Howard’s sister, Virginia.

When Virginia brings her straight boyfriend, Carson Phelps, Jag’s attraction to the thirty year old stud was instant. But there was not mutual attraction, not even curiosity.

It wasn’t until Virginia insinuated that Jag and Carson should be friends, ‘close’ friends, that Jag began to wonder if he had a chance.

Carson liked hanging with gay men. They were fun. His straight buddies didn’t get into dancing, music, or anything he really wanted to do. The idea of having a great gay friend appealed to Carson. Self-assured, Carson didn’t flinch at the racy conversation nor sexual overtones of his gay companions’ conversation. He liked it.

There was something which intrigued both men into crossing the line of friendship into a physical relationship, but for Jag, it was devoid of any emotional attachment, which he craved from Carson.

Would Jag and Carson’s friendship ever evolve into anything more than a couple of friends; one gay and one straight?

Or was there really something extra special about a boy who loves boys, who loves girls?

Sample chapter for Boys.

“There he is!” Howard waved.

Carson turned over his shoulder to look.

A strikingly handsome man in skin-tight faded jeans, a black T-shirt, and a light denim jacket, tall, well-built, with dark hair and light eyes, smiled as he approached.

“Sorry I’m late.” He stood by the available chair.

“We just ordered.” Tyson got to his feet to embrace Jag. “Honey, you are so damn hot.” Tyson swatted Jag’s ass with a crack.

Carson blinked in surprise at the act. It seemed very overt flirting on Tyson’s part, but Howard didn’t even flinch.

Howard stood and said, “Come here, gorgeous, and give me a hug.”

Carson watched the two men kiss each other’s cheek and share affection.

“That’s my sister Virginia and her boyfriend, Carson.”

“Hi.” Jag shook Carson’s hand. The grip was firm and masculine. “Hi, Virginia. We finally meet. Howie talks about you all the time.” Jag sat down and his knee brushed Carson’s under the table. “Sorry,” Jag said immediately.

“It’s okay.” Carson felt his cheeks blush.

“Oh, God, Carson,” Virginia said, “You’re surrounded by gay men. Can you stand it?”

Again, Carson grew upset. He confronted her. “Why can’t I stand it?”

“I’m only teasing!” She swatted him playfully.

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Jag stared at Carson. Oh. My. God. I already hate you, bitch. Look at him!

The man was a big brawny jock. His long-sleeved light blue pin-striped cotton shirt had been rolled up to his elbows and open at the neck. Conservatively cut brown hair, dazzling blue eyes, chiseled features and a slight cleft to his chin. His hands were callused and large and Carson’s jeans fit tightly over broad thighs.

Once Jag could get his tongue back in his mouth he noticed both Howard and Tyson smiling, as if they knew, oh yes, they knew just how hot this fucking straight boy was.

“You came!” The waitress approached with a beer in her hand, setting it before the stunning beefcake.

“Not yet, but the night is young.” Jag took off his jacket, since sitting with his knee brushing this stud was turning him into an inferno. “Right. Beer. What are you drinking, Carson?”

“Flying Dog Tire Bite Ale.”

“Oh, fuck yeah. That.” He pointed at Carson, but knew the waitress assumed he meant the drink.

“See?” Carson said, “Another beer man.”

Tyson leaned over the table to speak to Carson as the waitress went to get Jag’s beer. “Don’t let the label of Jag being gay fool you, Carson. This boy’s all macho man.” Tyson winked at Jag.

“What the hell does that mean? And I’m not?” Howard pressed his hand to his chest.

“Sure you are, sugar.” Tyson pecked Howard on the lips.

“Behave, Howie, or you’ll embarrass Carson,” Virginia said, laughing.

Jag noticed Carson appeared about to blow a gasket. He asked him, “Are they getting bad?”

Carson said, “No. She is.”

Jag was stunned. He shut up.

Virginia whacked Carson on the shoulder playfully and it hit with a thud, like the man was solid marble.

“Here ya go.” The waitress brought out Jag’s beer. “These guys already ordered. Do you need a little time?”

“No. I’ve been here so often I already know. Just give me the spaghetti and meatballs.” He handed her the menu.

“You got it. I’ll make sure they all come together.”

“That sound like a party.” Tyson picked up his drink. “Let’s all come together!” He raised it up.

The rest of them tapped his with theirs as the waitress laughed and said, “On that note,” and left.

Jag noticed Carson give Virginia another look, but he was on the opposite side of Carson as she was and had no idea any history between them, so…he asked. “How long have you been seeing each other, Virginia?”

“Three weeks.” She sipped her drink.

“We’re working on a year!” Tyson finished his cocktail to the ice. “I can do three more of those, Howie.”

“Me too. I love them.”

“We’re walking, so let’s splurge.”

Jag could see Howard and Tyson’s hands were tightly clasped. He’d known them for ages, since he met Tyson at the spa where he worked as a personal trainer to the Hollywood elite.

They had become friends as well as Jag being Tyson’s client. From there he got to meet Howard, the first time they got together socially to have drinks at a club in West Hollywood.

Jag drank his beer and laughed. “I can’t get away from dogs. Even my booze is a dog.”

Howard and Tyson laughed but Jag could see both Virginia and Carson tilt their heads. So Jag said, “I work at Doggie World. I groom and dog-sit pampered pets.”

Virginia said, “I’m more of a cat person.”

Jag stared at Carson’s profile as the man contemplated his beer.

Like they were taking a poll, Howard raised his hand. “Cats.”

“I like both.” Tyson shrugged.

“Carson? Any preference?” Jag couldn’t help but put his tongue in his cheek as he asked.

“Dogs.” Carson appeared shy. Maybe Virginia was right and being with three gay men was overwhelming the straight dude.

The restaurant was now packed with people, some standing out front waiting for seats, others shuffling from outside to inside while waiters and busboys worked hard to clear their tables and feed the hungry horde.

The wind had picked up slightly and Virginia shivered, tugging her sweater closer.

Carson took his jacket from the back of his chair and placed it around Virginia’s shoulders.

Jag melted. Chivalry was not dead.

“Thanks, Carson.” Virginia appeared to soak up the attention.

“We should have ate inside,” Howard said, “Sorry, sis.”

“Do you want to see if we can move?” Tyson asked.

“I’m good now.”

Jag watched Virginia cuddle with the large, black brushed fleece jacket with a designer label on its chest. He was jealous and trying not to show it. “What do you do, Carson?”

Howard and Tyson exchanged glances. Yeah, maybe he was showing a lot of attention towards this guy. So what?

“I work at an auto detailing place.”

“Nice.” Jag held his beer near his mouth.

Tyson and Howard chuckled.

“What?” Jag asked.

“Nothing.” Howard looked around. “I suppose now that it’s packed in here we won’t get another round.

Just as he said it, the waitress, followed by a busboy, brought out their meals on two trays.

“Meatballs and spaghetti?” she asked.

Both Jag and Carson acknowledged her then pointed to the other one to go first.

Tyson laughed loudly. “I love it!”

“Love what?” Virginia asked.

“Nothing,” Howard said, shaking his head as if to dismiss anything Tyson did.

After she had everyone’s food in the correct spot, the waitress asked, “Another round?”

“Yes please!” Howard began splitting the food between himself and Tyson.

“You got it.” The waitress left again.

Jag looked at Carson as he began eating his meal. Likes dogs. Ordered the same food. Has my knee against him and isn’t moving away…shoot me now.

GA Hauser presents Mark Antonious Richfield

Up and Coming- Book 10 of the Action! Series

Mark Antonious Richfield, Steven Jay Miller, Jack Charles Larsen, Adam Lewis...Alexander Mark Lehman-Richfield, Lt Billy Sharpe...
Names that to me are like a roll call of my friends.
Writers are insane. In case you didn't know. They spend 90% of their day in their heads, weaving tales. They may be working other jobs, going to school, exercising, cooking, whatever, but they are weaving stories in their heads constantly.

Back in 1990 I began writing full length fiction books. And the first character I invented was Mark. Mark Antonious. Where did he come from? I wanted him to be more beautiful than any woman, with a body that was perfection, yet with so many flaws you could bear him.
I remember reading a quote and I don't know who said it but it struck me. Beauty to be acceptable must somehow be punished. Something like that. And well, it made sense in my warped mind. So Mark Antonious became my greatly flawed beauty.

My first books about Mark were of his struggle to choose between his best friend, Jack Larsen, and his woman suitor, Sharon Tice. I wrote four books about those three, beginning to flesh out who Mark and Jack were. In those books Mark and Jack were lovers, and Sharon had to accept defeat. I remember thinking, I wanted the reader to root for Jack to win Mark, because inevitably Jack was better for Mark than Sharon was. It had nothing to do with gay or straight. Just compatibility. Jack was better suited to handle a mess like Mark.

Mark was an architect, with an abusive father, and a cold British mother, rich, yet, isolated. Why was he all those things? I have no idea. But that's always who he was to me. I have several sketch books of Mark's image. What I think he should look like. Him and Jack together. Back then there wasn't such an incredible selection of photos on the net, I could never find Mark reflected in a real person. I perhaps now have with a super model, which is ironic since that is what Mark is in fiction.
Did I ever think Mark would become a character who was loved by his fans? No.
Actually I have had several hate reviews about him. Someone on All Romance ebooks actually tagged the Action! Series with 'Kill Mark' 'Kill Alex'. Amazing how fictional characters could emote such a strong feeling. But alas, Mark overcame most of his haters and is loved by many. Does my series always get rave reviews? Hardly. There is a strong mixture of love and hate there too- I have to admit, writing a series is a challenge. You tend to write for the people who read them all, and some do not stand alone. Which is something I am aware of, but I'm trying not to be repetitive to the fans who know these men inside and out, quite literally. So some have been slammed while others praised. Normal stuff for a writer. I try to keep their stories rich without the melodrama of soap opera type happenings. After all, how much trouble can 4 gay men, 1 gay son and his lieutenant lover, get into? Well, there always is Alex. I love Alex. He is my comic relief and my trouble causer. What would I do without him?
So onward we go to Book 10- Good God! Ten? And to be honest you have to include, Capital Games where Steve met Mark, and When Adam Met Jack, (self explanatory) not to mention Love You Loveday, or perhaps Mark and Sharon and Miller's Tale. It depends how much you love those guys and who you want to know more about.
But as I draw closer to releasing this next volume in my best selling series, I feel more a part of those men than ever- after all, they are all little bits of me and knowing them for nearly 22 years? That's longer than most marriages last.
I hope as release time draws near, you are happy with the latest installment of Mark and the boys.
Because if you love it, well, then there will be a number 11!

Welcome Back GA Hauser!

Good morning! Here is a promo for my good friend GA Hauser's latest book!

Trailer

Blurb for Having it All!

In a town where having it all is what everyone strives for, Mark Richfield and his son Alex, already seem to be living the highlife in LA. But are they?

Jack Larsen, Mark’s closest friend begins to fantasize having Mark play Dom instead of his absolute submissive behavior. This dream becomes an obsession for Jack as he tries to lure Mark into a one on one evening.

SWAT Lt. Billy Sharpe is adjusting to life as Alex-The-Superstar’s sugar daddy and bodyguard, dealing with constant tabloid gossip, paparazzi and life post-Angel Loveday, his partner, who has since moved onto another relationship.

In the bizarre crossroads where the Hollywood elite intersects Gay men, life is never easy, nor simple.

Come join Mark and all your Action! Series favorites as they learn Having it All is really about finding trust, hope, and true love. 

Sample chapter for Having it All!

When Billy approached they stopped and looked his way.

One young man asked, “Can we help you?”

“I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’m looking for Alex.” Billy did recognize some of Alex’s co-stars now, seeing them smirk at him. Obviously they knew who he was as well.

“You here for his big scene?”

Billy didn’t want to act as if he was unaware Alex had a ‘big scene’. “Yes.”

“Keep walking. There should be a light letting you know if the taping is live.”

“Thanks.” Billy touched his off duty holster as it felt heavy on his hip. He glanced back at the group as he went, seeing them laughing, not knowing if he was the butt of the joke.

A sign reading, ‘on air’ was above the door. It was not lit at the moment. The door was solid, so Billy couldn’t see inside. He inhaled deeply and opened the door.

The room was nearly pitch black and instantly Billy was given the illusion of a forest or park. A few people who saw him come in were standing behind cameras and monitors. Two people whispered to each other and then smiled at Billy. The tabloid press had been thorough. Billy didn’t need an introduction.

A woman with headphones on put her finger to her lips.

Billy nodded. He searched for Alex.

“Quiet on the set! Demo taping. Gavin’s lake scene! Take two!”

Billy crossed his arms, trying to figure out what this shooting was all about.

Alex appeared, drenched in blood. The image upset Billy unreasonably because he had seen it too many times in reality, on the job. From where Billy stood he could see Alex on a monitor, close up. He inched nearer and spotted Alex in his fangs. It made him smile. Alex was one hell of a sexy vamp.

Alex looked around the fake forest in paranoia. He stripped off his shirt and stepped out of his shoes.

Billy felt his face grow warm and looked at the real Alex, away from the monitor to see what the hell Alex was going to do.

Alex removed his pants and socks, stuck his thumbs into his briefs, had a last look around, and stripped.

Billy choked and tried not to make a sound. His eyes grew wide in shock. The badge tattoo was invisible, so Billy knew it had been hidden with makeup.

Alex walked slowly into the pool of water, a light reflected on it, looking like the face of the full moon. Full frontal, nothing hiding Alex’s amazing anatomy, Alex splashed his face and chest, washing the blood from his skin.

Billy didn’t know whether to be furious or hot. At the moment he was both. How dare they! How dare they take advantage of him and exploit him? He’s twenty-two! He has no idea what will happen to him if his naked body shows up all over the internet.

Like father like son. Billy clenched his jaw and his fists. But Mark was forty. He was old enough to decide these things and his career was not just starting.

Alex harkened like he heard something behind him. He ran out of the lake and into the trees.

“Cut!”

A woman’s voice said, “Hang on, Alex.”

Billy watched the scene being replayed on the monitors. One screen had Alex’s body close up, revealing his endowment shamelessly. The other was more distant, as if they were trying to be modest. “You gotta be kidding me.”

The two assistants turned to look at him.

“Looks good, sugarplum! Okay people, that’s it.”

Lights lit up and everyone in the room moved. Billy was stunned to see so many men and women in it; behind cameras, sound equipment, wearing headphones, holding clipboards…

He walked closer to the fake lake. Someone was picking up Alex’s shed clothing. Alex appeared in a robe, an assistant wiping off his heavy makeup. Alex put his fingers into his mouth to tug off his fangs, working them free and handing them to an assistant.

Billy moved into Alex’s field of vision so he would realize he was there.

It worked because Alex spotted him, his face brightening.

“Billy!” He raced over to him and grabbed his upper arms. “What are you doing here?”

When Alex’s robe flapped, Billy grabbed the edge and tugged it closed. “Get dressed. Now.”

Alex backed up, looking wary. His smile fell to suspicion as he moved away.

Billy looked around and tried to figure out who was in charge. He was seething mad. A woman with dark rimmed glasses and a clipboard was ordering people around. Billy waited for her to finish what she was in the middle of. When she stopped to read her notes, Billy said, “Are you the one responsible for this crap.”

She spun around and met his gaze. “Who are you?” Then her expression changed immediately. “Never mind. Lt. Billy Sharpe. In the flesh.”

“I’m not the one in the flesh.” Billy tilted his head in Alex’s direction.

“Mark sent you.”

“No. But I’m glad he’s not happy either.” Billy asked, “Ya got a name?”

“Charlotte Deavers.” She extended her hand.

“Oh, the director.” He shook it. “This is your idea, isn’t it?”

“Snookims, I wish I had an hour to look into your baby blues and debate it, but I can’t.” She started to leave.

“Hang on.” He grabbed her arm.

She smiled tightly and looked down at his hand. He released her.

“I don’t want his cock exposed. No way.”

“How much work do you think I would get done if I listened to every complaint from a boyfriend or girlfriend about a racy scene? Hm?’

“I do not want his cock exposed on national TV.”

“We don’t care what you want.” She headed to the door.

“This isn’t the last of this conversation, Deavers!”

Charlotte waved dismissively and vanished.

“Billy!”

Billy turned around to see Alex, fully dressed, glaring at him. “What the hell are you doing?”

Avoiding the stares of the crew, Billy closed the gap between him and Alex. “No way.”

“You really think I can’t decide for myself what I do?”

“I said no. You will not show full frontal.”

Alex scoffed at him and started leaving the room. Billy grabbed him the same way he grabbed Charlotte, only harder.

It caused Alex to whirl around in anger. Alex pointed a warning finger at Billy. “You are not my father. Get over yourself.”

Billy reacted to the sting. He had never seen Alex this enraged. “Alex.” He shook his head, softening his tone.

“I have work to do.” Alex jerked out of his grip.

“Hang on.” Billy stopped him.

“Why did you come here? Did my dad make you? Huh? You and he seem to know what’s best for me suddenly.”

“It’s not like that. Or maybe it is. Do you want your cock exposed? Huh? Like he did? All over the net? On Youtube? Huh?”

“Yes! Who cares? You think I’m embarrassed by my body? I’ll walk nude down Santa Monica Boulevard.”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Billy could hear Steve and Mark’s warning to him when they first started dating. They warned Billy Alex was a handful. Billy had shrugged them off.

Alex began stripping off his clothing, his expression defiant.

“Stop. Now.”

Whipping off his shirt, Alex jerked off his boots, one at a time.

“Alex!” Billy looked around. The room was emptying but it wasn’t empty.

Alex dragged his pants down his thighs, having no briefs on, and ripped them off his legs.

“All right! You made your point!” Billy picked up Alex’s clothing.

Showing no hint of modesty, Alex threw open the door and stormed off.

“No fucking way!” Billy gathered all of Alex’s clothes up and raced after him. “Get your ass back here now!”

Without looking back, Alex gave Billy the finger.

“Son of a bitch!” Billy sprinted after him as Alex began to cause a stir, encouraging whistles and catcalls. Billy stopped Alex, standing in front of him, trying to block the view. “Okay. I get it. Get dressed.” He tried to push Alex’s clothing at him.

Alex kept walking past Billy, in the direction of the exit.

“Alexander Richfield!” Billy thundered. “You walk out that door and we’re through!” It was a threat Billy was terrified to make. His chest heaved as he gripped Alex’s clothing, his boots.

Alex stopped short. Billy could see his back expand with a deep breath.

The time it took for Alex to make his decision was an eternity for Billy. He was exerting his authority over this young man like a parent. All of Alex’s co-stars were witnessing it. How much pride did Alex contain? And the strangest thing Billy thought of, was, how can Alex burst the bubble of that security guard Buddy? The man thought Alex was such a sweet young guy.

Alex did a one-eighty, his eyes overflowing.

Billy rushed him and dropped the clothes at Alex’s feet, hugging him. “Baby. Baby…” Billy felt his eyes burn, kissing Alex’s cheek. “I had no right. You’re a man. You make your own decisions. Forgive me.”

Alex’s body shook with his sobs. Digging his fingers into Alex’s long, thick hair, Billy kissed those salty cheeks covering Alex’s nakedness with his body. “Get dressed. Please, baby.”

Alex nodded, wiping his face.

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Day 2 of Chasing the Dream Guests GA Hauser

Good morning!


Welcome to Michael's for day to of the Chasing the Dream days.


Today, GA Hauser steps up to the plate talking about her short, Nasty Boys!


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Nasty Boys-

Short story from Chasing the Dream Anthology-

When I was first invited to join the five authors who took part in this antho, I thought, what on earth should I write? I suppose it’s only natural to want to add a story that has enough heat to melt the reader’s hands, or e-reader whichever the case. I’m sure all my cohorts in this book felt the same. Heat-

So, where does one begin a short story to compliment the work being done? I thought of my character Clyde. At that point Clyde was just a guy, a gay guy, a tattooed muscle-bound gay guy, who aspired to be the next big thing in gay porn. Chasing his dream.

But as with a lot of my novels I love to take and play with my universe and mix and match my characters. So in this short, you who read my books regularly will know immediately who Clyde meets during one of his evenings entertaining the gay men of West Hollywood. I won’t spoil the secret. But writing about Clyde and also Sam who we met in Going Wild, gave me the inspiration for Down and Dirty. So for those of you who have read D&D or will read Nasty Boys in this anthology, here is Clyde.

When Jean met Harry’s gaze he tried to convey his shock. Harry smiled wickedly, working him with the dildo and tugging on his balls at the same time.
‘Who is he?’ Jean mouthed silently.
‘My brother.’
“What?” Jean choked and Clyde sat up.
“Did I miss something?” Clyde asked.
“No.” Harry grabbed Clyde by the back of his neck and pushed him down to continue.
Jean didn’t know if he could climax. His brain went into overdrive trying to think. I don’t want to think. I want to come.
Relaxing and bringing his focus back to the act, Jean raised his hands over his head and crossed his wrists, imagining he was bound. Harry immediately took notice. He stopped short, leaving the dildo where it was, removed a belt from the dresser and looped it around Jean’s wrists, tightening it.
“Now we’re talking.” Clyde grinned. Clyde sat back, gripped both Jean’s ankles and raised them to meet his wrists. Harry hogtied Jean with the belt.
Jean began panting in his excitement. “Fuck me.”
“I am fucking you.” Harry returned to the dildo.
Clyde pulled Jean’s cock through his thighs so he could still stuck it. Jean bent his knees and straddled so Clyde could continue.
He looked at his bound limbs and a surge of pleasure washed over him. Two men, big rough gods, performing carnal acts on him delighted him.
Clyde rubbed the root of his cock and drew faster suction. The dildo rode over his prostate making his groin burn and tingle.
“Oh, yeah.” Harry chuckled. “He’s riding the edge.”
Jean rocked on his back, into the rhythm of both men. He interlaced his fingers and started to go into an orgasm. While the waves of pleasure began, he met Harry’s steely gaze.
“Come, you cocksucker.”


   If you like him here, you’ll love him in the short story. I hope you investigate all of the heroes and dream chasers in Hauser’s Erotic Universe. And welcome to a novel filled with hot passion by hot ladies.

Enjoy! GA

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Whew, I loved GA's story as I loved the others. Down and Dirty was quite a book too. If you havent read, you must have a look!

Remember, if you'd like a copy of this fab anthology, please leave your email address and comment.

The winner will be drawn next Monday after all posts are done.

To see the video of the antho, click here.

Welcome Mark Antonious Richfield

Greetings fans.


Welcome to Michael's.


Today I'm very excited to have on one of the muses for GA Hauser, Mark Antonious Richfield.


What a popular guy he is. He's been in several books. Charming one I'm sure. Please enjoy this special blog post.


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Tell me your back story.

It’s a bit of a boring story to tell, love. I was born in England to an English mother, Leslie and an American military father, Milt Richfield. The family relocated to Paradise, California when I was very young. I am an only child.

My father, before he died, was the owner of Richfield International, a business worth billions. The estate in Paradise includes a manor house, stables, pool, and servants. Mum wants to sell, but in this economy, how could she?

According to Jack, my longtime close friend and ally, the key to my success in modeling is my long brown hair and bright green eyes. I’ve been told I have fabulous sex appeal but my good looks have always been a burden and a blessing to me. I have been called soft and a fag by my father, overprotected by my mother who has turned into the ice-queen recently. I withstood an abusive childhood and fought with my sexuality all my adolescent life.

I have made several attempts at straight relationships but failed miserably.  I graduated from Stanford University, (where I met Jack Larsen) with a degree in architecture, but due to some outrageous sexual harassment on the job, I now work for Parsons and Company selling advertising and do modeling on the side with Dangereux Cologne.

I met the love of my life, ex-LAPD cop Steven Jay Miller on a business retreat and we now reside in LA. A son I had out of wedlock, Alexander-Mark-Lehman-Richfield came into my life when he was eighteen, and now lives with me full time. He’s been a handful to say the least.

And here I am talking to you. Hullo, love.

Hullo! In the last story you were a part of, were you happy with the way it's progressing? The desired result without giving details?

Ms. Hauser seems to think the public wants to know about my life. I’m not so certain. But she continues to play the fly on the wall and investigate my latest doings, especially when my doings are undone. Since I have regular sex with Steven Jay, and of course occasional four-way romps with Jack Larsen and Adam Lewis, Jack’s husband, Ms Hauser has been more stubborn than ever to know every detail of my life. More so now that we have begun role playing with BDSM fun.

What things would you change about the world, Mark?

Oh, Michael, love, if I were king I would give everyone the same civil rights throughout the world, let alone the country. We’ve lost our way, and I don’t know why what I do in the bedroom with my beloved is anyone’s concern. I have to tell you, I fear for Alexander. He’s so openly gay I panic one day someone will harm him.  Tell me, Michael, love, what would you do to change it?

Hm? Well I certainly agree with you about what you’ve said, but what do we know right? Do you control what GA writes about you?

Oh, bloody no! She holds me up to the spotlight, and even exposed that I dabble in botox and scream when I see a gray hair. She tells all about my ‘so-called’ eating disorders…she’s a bloody pest. If I had my way, she’d only write what I tell her to write. But you must know how impossible she is.

Tell me, Michael, what kind of background do you come from? Did you have support coming out as a gay man?

Well, I had a lot of support from my “parents” I’m sorry your dad was so strict on you. Of course, I got teased from people at school as we all do, but I knew at a very young age that I was a gay man. 

*grins* Now, back to you, if you could write your own story what would it be?

I suppose I have considered writing a biography. Many people have asked me to. But to be honest, isn’t it a story we’ve heard before? A father who does not want a gay child? Beating the gay out of them? Perhaps I should to help those in the same situation, but now that my horrible father is dead, what’s the bloody point? Of course years of counseling is trying to fix the mess he made of me. Though I look the part, mate, I assure you I’m an insecure mess inside. It’s a small wonder I need three minders to keep me in line. And with the addition of Alexander in to my life, I am beside myself with worry…where did I put me valiums??

*chuckles* Understood. What’s one word you would use to describe GA?

Nosey!

Do you have any habits or traits we would consider disturbing?

I tend to get down. Very down. I attempted to kill myself more than once. Jackie knows the truth about my childhood, but I shan’t tell many people. Poor Steven had to deal with me when I thought he and my son were going to become lovers and leave me. Needless to say I was a wreck. But it was all in me head. You see? I’m my worst enemy. 

I’m glad you’re here now, Mark. Do you have any dark secrets?

Who doesn’t, Michael, love? But my darkest secrets are and have been exposed by Ms Hauser. See? I said she was nosey. I wasn’t joking. She had made me an open book. I have shown the world I am a gorgeous insecure mess, in therapy, terrified of growing old, of losing my husband to a younger man, of becoming passé.  What are your darkest secrets?

Hmm, you know Mark I don’t really have any. I’m really quite a bore. Most of the flaws come from my characters. *grins* Let me get back to you on that. During any of the stories, will you discover anything that changes your life?

My story is still being told. I suppose it’s life as we know it. The constant trials and tribulations that make us who we are. In my future, I hope to keep making wonderful love, good friends, and cross my fingers no tragedy befalls any of the men I so dearly love. But life is full of new ideas, so who knows that is out there waiting for me.

Thank you so much for having me, Michael. It’s been a pleasure to chat with you, as I knew it would be.

Books Mark appears or is mentioned in:

Mark and Sharon (formerly A Question of Sex)

Capital Games

When Adam Met Jack

Playing Dirty

Getting it in the End

Behaving Badly

Top Men

Double Trouble

Going Deep

Mark Antonious deMontford

Dripping Hot

Got Men?

Packing Heat

Being Screwed

In the Dark & What Should Never Be

Something Sexy

Going Wild