Mark Loves Steven!

Well, I suppose sitting my flamin' arse down here and writing a blog is long overdue.
Yes, hullo, it's me, Mark Antonious Richfield, for those of you who read about me in GA's Action! Series, you already know me well.
About me...what about me? You either love me or hate me. Oh yes, I've seen some very rude comments about me and my son, Alexander. We know we aren't perfect. Both of us have struggled with a terrible upbringing and felt unloved for a very long time. I don't want to write a blog filled with angst, because Alex and I aren't the only gay men to have been abused, beaten by our fathers or teased and bullied because we were...different.
But Alexander, the child whom came to me at eighteen, by storm, mind- changed my life forever. Our relationship was horrendous in the beginning, and what can you expect since he only found out I was his father at eighteen, and I never knew I had fathered such a son. Alas, we have found each other, for better or worse. Life goes on, we have gotten over some hurdles and we manage.
He has found the love of his life, Lt Billy Sharpe, (yes, the man is twenty years Alex's senior, but...) And I have found my man as well. Steven Jay Miller, lover extraordinaire. Steven and I also got off to a rocky beginning. After all, I was the newcomer to Parsons and Company and my pompous swagger nearly set us up for blows. Luckily our sexual attraction made for a different kind of 'blow'. I sucked his beautiful cock on a business retreat in New Mexico. Did our fellow employees know? Not a clue. They only hoped Steven and I didn't kill each other when we got separated from the group and spent the night out in the frigid cold.
Steven and I lit a fire that night. A fire that awakened what I had been hiding for so long. You see, I was engaged to Sharon Tice at the time. Well, to be honest, I was about to walk down the aisle...no, I did walk down the aisle, to marry a woman. My baby, my lover, Steven, interrupted our wedding ceremony, crying my name. Well! What was I do to? I felt like I was remaking The Graduate and Ben was screaming for Elaine.
My Steven.
The man who has stolen my heart for eternity. We raced off that day, me in my tuxedo, Steven in his sweats and t-shirt. Raced off, driving away from an angry mob of family and friends. To?
To living together in Bel Air, CA. To raising together a wonderful young man, my Alex, to having an incredible relationship with Jack Larsen and Adam Lewis, our closest companions and lovers...
For all of you who believe love in books is not possible, just a fantasy, let me tell you, I am proof that no matter your faults, and yes, lovelies, I have too many to count, there will be that one man who loves you. Loves you even when you fall to pieces, loves you even when you make terrible decisions, and loves you because you have become one.
I love Steven Jay Miller, so deeply, I cry, I hurt, and I will never love another the way I love him.
For all of you who cherish our love, who root for us to continue to succeed and rejoice at the fact that two men, yes, two men, can love and be joined by that love, eternally.
To all of you out there who think there isn't one person out there for them, take heart. Though my Steven is one of a kind, there are men out there who are as incredible as he is. And whether you are a straight couple or a gay couple, you are entitled to that love.

Cheers to my wonderful fans out there. And always remember, it is you who make me who I am.

Much ado about Alex

Alexander Mark Lehman Richfield.

A character from the Action! Series that has created so much controversy…I love it!
Okay, for those of you who don’t know Alex, let me give you his background;

If we are taking Going Wild, Book 9 in the Action! Series for our reference point, twenty-two years ago, Alex’s mother, Iris Johansen had an affair with Mark Antonious Richfield. While Mark was in college at Stanford University, he was still struggling with his sexuality. Mark’s deceased father, Milt Richfield, thought his only son was a disgrace and continued to harass and abuse Mark because Mark appeared to be gay, or at least showed tendencies of leaning that way.
During this troubled time for Mark, he had just finished a brutal battle with his father regarding his sexuality and headed to a strip club near campus. Mark was able to get erect and have sex with Iris, (one of the dancers), by staring at a photo of a Gulf War soldier that Iris had taped to her vanity in the changing room at the club.
After the one night stand Mark soon forgot the incident and Iris.
Eighteen years later, in Behaving Badly, Book 4, Alexander shows up at Mark and Steve Miller’s posh home in Bel Air. Yes, Alex had a chip on his shoulder. But can we blame him?

Alexander never knew his biological father. His mother, Iris kept it secret from him. She married his auto-mechanic step-father while she was pregnant, and Bill Lehman did not like this child from another man. Iris and Bill had a daughter, Amy, and twin sons, Will and Kyle, eight years after Alex was born. While Alex shared a room with his twin siblings, he was constantly verbally abused by the bratty boys. Alex also withstood physical abuse from Bill who was an alcoholic. As Alex matured and his sexual nature emerged Bill Lehman’s anger towards Alex grew to fury and hatred.
Alex spotted an ad in a magazine for Dangereux Cologne. His resemblance to the striking model, Mark Richfield was too strong to ignore. When Mark does a guest spot on Forever Young, and his name appears in the credits, Alex becomes aware of who Mark is. Next, Alex tracked Mark down.

Immediately his reception from Steve is warm and filled with amazement, while Mark panics at the idea he has fathered an unknown offspring and of course, later, Mark deals with Alex’s attraction to Steve and all of Mark’s contemporaries.

Think about Alex for a moment.
A young man growing up in a hostile environment, gay as he can be, and alone to deal with it. Alex has a few contacts for sex as an underage young man, but his confusion and loneliness, not to mention the bullying Alex endures both at home and in school, could have had dire consequences to an adolescent who wasn’t made of tough stuff. Alex is very tough. He’s had to be. And even with the mess of his past, which in no way was his doing, Alex strives to be loved, famous, and successful. His determination, his drive, and of course his pretty face, give Alex the television role of a lifetime. He is the star of the new sexy vampire series Being Screwed. Yet Alex, because he lashes out against his father in frustration, is set up for a lot of ridicule by readers of this series.

Alexander sees his father as perfection. Mark is who Alex wants to be in every way. Mark is the nation’s number one top model, rich, a celebrity, and loved. Loved dearly-by three men in particular; Steve, Adam Lewis, and of course his longtime friend Jack Larsen as ‘husbands’; not to mention, Mark is adored by a very supportive group of gay men he has managed to attract.

Alex has been isolated his whole life, and sees his larger-than-life father as a threat.
But Alex learns his life lessons quickly.

He and Oliver Loveday become friends, and lovers. But Oliver is Alex’s age, and still growing into a man as well. Oliver does not fulfill any of the father-figure-hero worship Alex needs to feel whole.

One man does.

Fiction- yes, this is fiction. Though Alex’s story may be someone’s in reality, and probably many young men who have struggled with coming out, living in their father’s celebrity shadow, and a number of youth inspired issues, Alex has become unpopular with some fans simply because he tempted a man who was in a relationship, to stray.

To keep novels intriguing, authors must create drama. Alex is the ‘drama king’ of several of the Action! Series books. Ever since Alexander showed up at Mark and Steve’s door, he has wreaked havoc and tempted oh so many of Mark’s good friends.

In Going Wild, Alex finds his soul-mate. His one true forever love. And so does the man he falls in love with. Though many of us hope that we find that one in a million the first, or second time we meet someone, sometimes love comes a little later. But when it hits, we know it. Alex knows he has hit the lottery with his new man. And his lover is equally in love and loyal. As far as any romance story I have yet written, Alex and his older man mate- are meant to be more than most.

Maybe as you read this blog, as well as the newest addition to the Action! Series, this July when it is released, you will cut Alex some slack. If he was your son, struggling to find his way in a world turned hostile to homosexuality, growing used to his universal appeal and fame, and suffering all the hardships of any twenty-something to grow and learn, you would find a place in your heart for our crazy Alex.

I know you will be thrilled with the latest in the series and expect great things from the once insecure youth, who has blossomed into an intense young man.

Be safe.

The Secret Society of Women

The more I write the more amazed I am how people continue to ask me WHY I write what I write. I know I've touched on this topic before, but the book I am now writing, Down and Dirty, which will be released this fall, makes me wonder about it as well.
To be honest, it's the 'dirtiest' book I've written and I wonder if I have become an adrenalin gay erotica junkie. My first few attempts at this genre were timid, slightly shy and well, not nearly as down and dirty as this up and coming...(don't you love that saying?) novel.
Yes, I've had menage, foursomes...older men with younger men, and once did dabble with S&M in Born to Please, which, mind, was the best selling book I've written.
This new book is going completely insane. Here's a sample of what I mean:

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.”


You see? I'm completely out of control. So I ask, hmmm...is it just me?
No. There is a 'secret society of women' all going wild over this kind of kink. Don't ask me, I didn't know about it either, until recently. Good ol' FB...yup. I was privately invited to the party. And wow! Talk about stimulating! I'm not the worst one! There are some wonderful women out there, living ordinary lives with their hubbies and kiddies, going mad for men on men kink! There's a whole army of us just under the periphery giggling, licking our chops, and loving every dirty minute of it.
Men have forever had straight porn, straight mags with enough T&A to choke a horse. Women? I've discussed this before. We're downright oppressed because some members of society don't think women should get off on men...and particularly men with men. I got a news flash for ya, bimbo. We do! Oh, boy do we!!! What can I say but my sisters in erotica have opened even my shy eyes up to men, men, men. Oh, did I say? MEN! We've been set free to smile and make yummy commentaries about the pretty pictures we share. I don't know how else to describe it but it's liberating. We all share the same love of men. And we are growing unashamed to say it.

Thank you gals for bringing me to the secret society of women, women who love gay erotica...and like it down and dirty!!!

be safe.