Hello,
All! With Mark’s new book coming out, I decided it was a great time to have him
back on my blog.
We are
sitting in Mark’s home in Bel Air, on a glorious Southern California afternoon
in April. Mark is wearing black slacks
and a black short-sleeved cotton shirt. He is seated beside me on a sectional
sofa in his living room.
Me:
You look spectacular as usual.
Mark:
Thank you, Ms Hauser.
Me:
(Inhaling) Love your cologne. Is that the new Red?
Mark:
It is indeed.
Me:
Mmmm…
Mark:
Were you going to ask me questions, or sniff?
Me:
Sorry. Okay. Well! Book 23 of the Action! Series?
Mark:
You do realize you’re completely mad. Does anyone really need to hear about my
bloody life?
Me:
Yes. (I look down at my pad) So, what do we have to look forward to this time?
Mark:
(brushes his hand through his glorious mane) More chaos. My life is a never-ending story of
debauchery and lust.
Me:
Love. You mean love.
Mark:
Perhaps. (smiles)
Me:
Any teasers as to what this book is about?
Mark:
I know you want the details of my life. I suggest you get one of your own.
Me:
Get one? Get the book?
Mark:
No, love. Get a life.
Me:
(blushes) Anyway, how is your son, Alexander?
Mark:
He’s fabulous. I couldn’t be more proud.
Me:
He’s come a long way. He used to be such a handful.
Mark:
It’s my wish that he outshine me in every way.
Me:
You’re a great dad.
Mark:
Ms Hauser?
Me:
Yes?
Mark:
Can you remove your hand from my thigh?
Me:
Sorry! (fans self) Where was I?
Mark:
You were talking about Alexander.
Me:
Right. Did it get really hot in here?
Mark
(to his husband): Steven? Can you turn up the A/C?
Steve
(from out of the room): It’s already at 70.
Me:
Never mind. (clears throat, checks pad) Back to the new book. This one is
called Mark Antonious Richfield, but it has some of our old friends in it,
correct?
Mark:
A few. Sadly, it is focused on me. You should know better. Needless to say, it
will include Steven, the chief—
Me:
Mmm. The chief.
Mark:
(smiling wickedly) Another Billy Sharpe fan? My, he’s certainly got his hands
full.
Me:
Damn. He’s hot.
Mark:
He is.
Me: (leans
close to whisper) Do you make love to him again?
Mark:
You do realize that’s a personal question.
Me:
I’d be the meat in your sandwich any day.
Mark:
Behave, young lady.
Me:
Never.
Mark:
Good.
Me:
Can we have a sample of the book and know when it’s coming out?
Mark:
Absolutely. And it shall be out hopefully next weekend.
Me: I
think this book will please your fans. They love you.
Mark:
And I love them too.
Me:
Can I kiss you?
Mark:
(points to his cheek as he smiles)
Me:
Mmm.
Mark:
(chuckling) Not much of an interview, Ms Hauser.
Me:
Meh. I’m a writer, not a TV host.
Mark:
I’ll keep your secret.
Me:
Thanks, as usual, for taking the time out from your hectic life to chat with
me. Good luck on the next book in the series.
Mark:
I should be saying that to you.
Me:
Oh! Ha.
Mark:
I just want to say a big thank you to all of the fans out there, who simply
can’t let me go. I’ll be here for you as long as I am able to be.
Me: I
think they’ll be happy to hear that. Thanks again.
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Mark
Antonious Richfield: Book 23 in the Action! Series
Book
Summary:
Mark Antonious. The anchor, the
star, and the center of the Action! Series universe.
What happens when Mark leaves for
a Dangereux Cologne company’s
convention tour?
As Alexander, Mark’s son, begins
a new feature film in Oregon, Billy, Steve, Jack, Adam, and now Tadzio, the
newest planet to begin to orbit Mark, are left without father and son.
What occurs next isn’t what you’d
expect.
As the men in Mark’s world find
out just how life would be in his absence, it becomes clear to all that the
Nation’s Top Male Model is the powerhouse everyone clings to, including the
former LAPD cop, Steve Miller, and Alexander’s husband, Chief of Police Billy
Sharpe.
You don’t know what you
have…until you lose it.
With the weight of the world on
his shoulders, and regrets looming, Mark’s loyalties are clear.
The last thing you want is Mark
as your enemy.
Mark Antonious Richfield; much
more than just a pretty face.
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Sample
Chapter:
Top model, Mark
Antonious Richfield, stared into the lens of a camera.
Wearing leather pants and boots,
Mark posed next to a high-powered Italian superbike for his Dangereux Red cologne campaign. Their
backdrop was the Pacific Ocean, along Coastal Highway 1 in California.
The ads were for summer, but it
was March, and the cold wind whipped his long hair around his face. Because of
it, shields had been erected to keep the breeze back.
For nearly a decade, Mark had
reigned as the top male model internationally, and had even been selected the
‘World’s Most Beautiful Man’ by a celebrity magazine.
After a full day of shooting, he
finally heard, “It’s a wrap. Thank you, Mark.”
Mark rubbed his upper arms,
freezing cold. His husband, Steve Miller, approached Mark with his jacket.
“Thank you, love.” Mark put the
matching leather jacket on, one he had worn for the commercial advertising
campaign while riding the Ducati; all black but for the logo on the chest,
which was in red.
“Are they done?” Steve asked,
looking out at the view.
“Yes.” Mark zipped the jacket
since he wasn’t wearing a shirt at the moment, and put on his sunglasses.
Steve placed his arm around Mark
and walked to where they had parked Steve’s Mercedes. Mark dropped down on the
passenger’s seat, took his phone from the dashboard, and turned it on.
“Are you hungry?” Steve asked as
he started the car.
“Not really.” Mark read his
missed text messages. “Alexander’s premier is tonight and I’m shattered.”
“I know, but we have to go.”
Steve drove back to their home in Bel Air. It was Saturday and the traffic was
light at the moment.
Mark stared at the road ahead,
thinking about sitting through yet another movie where his son starred as the
gay love interest for the Hollywood elite.
“I should stop on the way home
and pick something up for dinner.”
Mark sank lower in the seat. “I
would have preferred driving myself. I’m in leather, Steven.”
“You can wait in the car.”
“I don’t know why you insisted on
coming. I never have issues with the Dangereux
crew.” Mark ran his fingers over his hair as he thought about his modeling
shoot at the luxury car manufacturer. He did indeed need a bodyguard for that
one. The CEO had sexually assaulted him during his last session. Luckily for
Mark, Drew Persley had been forced to sign a contract/restraining order stating
he would no longer be allowed within 100 feet of Mark.
Mark’s phone hummed with a text.
He raised his sunglasses up to read it.
‘What are you and Steve doing for dinner?’
“Alexander is enquiring about our
plans for this evening.” Mark glanced up at the exit ramp Steve had taken and
knew he was indeed going to stop for food.
“Tell him I’m picking something
up.” Steve slowed for a traffic signal.
Mark texted his son, ‘Steven and I are out now. He’s stopping off
to buy food.’
‘I thought we’d go out for dinner and then head to the premier.’
Mark sighed tiredly as Steve
pulled into the lot of a grocery store. ‘Then
you tell him yourself. I’m too tired to argue.’ Mark propped his boot up on
the dashboard.
“Hey!” Steve batted it down.
“Would you let me do that in your car?”
“These boots are brand new,
Steven. I haven’t worn them before today.”
Steve parked and Mark heard
Steve’s phone chime with a text as he got out of the car. He assumed his son
was sending it.
“I’ll be back.”
Mark closed his eyes and tried to
rest.
While Steve was gone, Mark
noticed the key in the ignition. He turned it so he could listen to music while
he waited. Sitting up, scanning through Steve’s satellite stations, Mark
spotted a blonde woman with two young children, pushing a cart to a minivan. He
focused back on the music and then did a double-take. “Oh, good Lord!” He
recognized the woman, took the ignition key, and got out of the car.
Mark jogged between rows of
parked cars and startled the woman as she hefted shopping bags into the back of
her van.
“Sharon,” Mark said.
Release date- 4/28/17- 4/29/17
