Excerpt Day: Behaving Badly by G.A. Hauser

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Behaving Badly by G.A. Hauser
Release Date: June 23, 2009
Publisher: Linden Bay Romance
ISBN # 978-1-60202-165-5
Publisher Link: http://www.lindenbayromance.com/product-behavingbadly-7248-193.html?oid=1

Blurb: Loose cannons make life interesting—until they blow up in your face. Action! Book 4. For once, things are going well for Mark Antonius Richfield. His career is fulfilling. The love of his life, Steve Miller, and best friends Jack and Adam round out his personal life to the fullest. What could possibly go wrong? Enter eighteen-year-old Alexander Lehman. A member of “Generation seX”—with a voracious appetite for older men. At first Mark doesn’t notice anything unusual, but Steve sees instantly that the young man could be Mark’s clone. The reason? Mark has an illegitimate son, as sensual, gorgeous, and mischievous as himself. With the same penchant for causing trouble. As Mark takes a crash course in parenthood, the newcomer’s roving eye lands on Steve, who finds himself lusting after a younger version of the hot hunk he fell in love with. All Mark can see in this complicated, age-before-beauty contest, he’s the one in danger of coming out the loser…

Excerpt:

Sunday morning, Mark felt lazy after such a late night. He knew Steve would want them to run sooner or later. At least now that it was early September, the temperatures were not in the nineties every day.

Mark stretched his back, reaching his arms over his head. He glanced at his sleeping lover and smiled at him.

He’d had a nice time at the wedding. Seeing two men exchange vows was such a triumph. The circumstances of how he and Steve met Jeff and Mick, well, that was the stuff of good bar stories.

He and Steve had just returned from a run to find two LAPD cops in their kitchen having oral sex. It just didn’t get any better than that. Their home security alarm had gone off because he and Steve had inadvertently left the back sliding door open. Those two uniformed hunks had taken the opportunity to delve into a little sexual foray.

Mark could get an erection just visualizing Jeff on his knees in front of Mickey, Mickey’s gun belt open and his cock in Jeff’s mouth. It was a gay fantasy come to life. Through Jeff and Mickey, he and Steve had met Josh and his lifeguard boyfriend, Tanner Cameron.

Yes, it was silly that Josh was so smitten by him, but Mark couldn’t be more flattered. He’d had a feeling his modeling would garner him some fans, and it had. Josh gushed about all the ads he’d cut out from various magazines. To Mark it was all good fun. Josh didn’t mean anything to him. Only Steve and Jack did. And of course Adam, Jack’s lover. But his two top men were Steve and Jack, no question.

It’d been a few months since he’d started modeling and on the advice of his agent, Arnold Newhouse, had signed an exclusive contract to become the image for Dangereux Cologne. And obviously being that cologne man was gaining him attention.

Steve shifted beside him. Mark paused in his thoughts to admire his lover’s classic, all American soldier-boy good looks. Purrrr…Steven Jay Miller, you gorgeous god!

Steve’s dark shadow and disheveled hair made Mark’s cock throb in yearning. It didn’t matter that Steve no longer wore the blue LAPD uniform. Steve would always be an officer and a gentleman—and a demon in bed.

Mark coiled his arms and legs around Steve’s magnificent body and inhaled him. Steve began to stir. His blue eyes opened, connecting to Mark’s. Mark’s skin sizzled at the intensity of that color. He licked Steve’s rough cheek in response.

A low rumbling laugh, full of seduction, was his reply.

Steve urged Mark to lie on top of him while Steve spread his legs wide and allowed Mark to nestle between them.

“Morning, love.”

“Hey, beautiful.” Steve combed Mark’s tresses back from his face affectionately.

“It’s nice sleeping in.” Mark loved it when Steve toyed with his hair. Maybe that was why he grew it so long.

“Mm…” Steve wrapped his arms around Mark to hug him close.

Mark nuzzled into Steve’s neck and closed his eyes. His life was perfect at the moment. Perfect. He was madly in love, happy in his full-time job at Parsons & Company, where he and Steve both worked, content with his new modeling contract, and on great terms with Jack Larsen and Adam Lewis. All was well with the world.

Just as Steve’s touch became amorous, the doorbell rang.

Mark checked the clock. It was after ten. “Are we expecting anyone?” Mark asked.

“No.”

The bell sounded again.

“Jack?” Mark mused out loud.

“I have no clue.”

Mark got off the bed, found a pair of shorts and tried to tame his wild hair. Once again the bell rang. “Yes, I’m coming!”

He trotted down the stairs and opened the door to find a young man. “Yes?”

“Are you Mark Richfield?”

A flash of nerves washed over Mark for no apparent reason. The young man was strikingly handsome, with long dark brown hair well past his shoulders and brilliant green eyes. “Uh…”

“Well, I know you are,” the young man said.

“If you know who I am, why are you asking?” Mark inspected his scant attire, tight white shorts and a low cut black tank top.

“Are you going to make me stand out here all day?”

The brashness of this pretty boy instantly got under Mark’s skin. “Do I know you?”

“If you invite me in like you had any manners, you’d find out.”

“Bloody hell, mate!” Mark shook his head in awe. “Talk about manners.”

“Fine!” The young man threw up his hands. “You want all your neighbors to know your business, see if I care.”

“My business?”

Steve stood behind Mark. “What’s going on?”

“This rude little boy decided to pay us a visit.”

“What?” Steve poked his head over Mark’s shoulder to have a look. “Oh my freakin’ God!”

“What?” Mark jumped in fright.

The kid folded his arms over his chest. “At least I’m only dealing with one idiot.”

“You’ve got nerve,” Mark sneered.

“Mark, let him the fuck in.” Steve opened the door and waved the visitor inside.

On the threshold, the young man stood face-to-face with Mark, glaring at him.

Mark glared back. “Fine. You’re in. What do you want?”

“I wanted to meet my father. Now I’m not so sure anymore.”

“I’m gonna die,” Steve whimpered.

“Father?” Mark gasped. “Who?”

“Mark,” Steve said, “he’s your spitting image, you nut!”

That took Mark aback and he scrutinized the kid’s face. “How can I be your father? I’m bloody gay.”

“Come in.” Steve touched lad’s arm. “Please. Have a seat.” He led him to the living room sofa, but he did not sit down.

Mark’s head began to hurt. He massaged his temples and tried to make sense of it. “Fine. You claim to be my offspring. How did I manage it?”

The young man took a photo out of his shorts’ pocket. “Remember her?” His lip curled in annoyance.

Mark took the small photo. A pretty blonde’s smiling face stared back at him. He felt a deep flutter in his midsection and collapsed onto a chair.

“What’s your name?” Steve asked, fidgeting like he was a nervous wreck.

“Alexander Lehman.” He glared at Mark. “At least someone wants to know my damn name.”

Mark bit painfully down on his knuckle as he stared at the photo. One crazy night. He was nineteen. All he’d wanted was some cash to help him and Jack buy a few things for their room on campus. But to Milt Richfield nothing was a simple request. The badgering in full swing, his father had once again accused him of being a “disgusting faggot” over the phone. Mark was so upset, he left the dorm and headed to the nearest strip club. College Beauties was right off campus. The blonde had caught his eye. As he slowly drank himself to forgetfulness, she lured him backstage, where they’d fucked in the changing room. He didn’t even remember her name and wasn’t sure if he she told him.

“Alexander,” Steve asked, “can I get you a cup of coffee?”

“Call me Alex. And yes. Please.” Alex smiled at Steve, then shot daggers at Mark.

“I’m Steve.” Steve looked at Mark before he left the room. “I’ll be right back.”

Mark peeked up at Alex. While the shock sank in, he could see the resemblance. It was frightening. Alex was him in his youth. “I…”

“Do you even fucking remember her?”

Mark nodded, biting his lip. “Yes.” It was more than nineteen years ago. That made Alex eighteen.

Alex reached for the small picture, and Mark stretched to hand it up to him. After Alex put it into his back pocket, he dropped down on the sofa. “Aren’t you even going to talk to me?”

“I…what do you want me to say?”

“I’m your fucking son and you have nothing to say?” he snarled. “Mom knew you’d be a conceited SOB.”

A lump formed in his throat. I have a son?