Living Dangerously

The G.A. Hauser Collection, LLC

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 65,499
6 Ratings (4.5)

Ex-Navy SEAL Brandon Kennedy thought opening up a high-tech-extreme training center in Los Angeles would be a new beginning. He and his buddies pooled their finances and built a workout facility which combined militaristic boot camp workouts with gourmet meals and posh lodging. A perfect fit for the Hollywood elite. His marriage dissolving, his mental state declining, Brandon begins to spin out of control in an effort to find what he needs out of life. And Brandon fills that need with drugs and prostitutes. One thing Brandon never expected to find through living dangerously, was true love.

Enjoy some of the characters from the best selling GA novel Happy Endings, and see how Brandon's life on the edge brings him to a place he never expected, at peace with his inner demons and in the arms of someone who loves him for the man he is 'post war'.

Living Dangerously
6 Ratings (4.5)

Living Dangerously

The G.A. Hauser Collection, LLC

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 65,499
6 Ratings (4.5)
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A very intense book, but definitely an enjoyable read.
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5.0 out of 5 stars G A Hauser does it again!!!, March 13, 2012
Tamara Pester (Flourtown, PA United States) - See all my reviews
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Another great book from G A Hauser, I read most of them in her universe and love every character. You met Brandon in Happy Endings so I was happy that he got his story told. Of course like most of her books characters come in and out of each book. I was pleasantly surprised to see cameos from Lt. Billy Sharpe, Officer Jeff Chandler and Officer Mickey Stanton and of course Monty and Kellie were present.

Brandon is such a complex character so full of rage that I felt for him. Andy was sweet and nothing what I thought Brandon would like but I guess opposites do attract. Although they are opposite in lifestyle they are so a like in excess baggage. You could feel their pain come off the page. I really loved this book and recommend it. It really goes to show you can go through a lot in life and come through to the other end happy and in love.


5.0 out of 5 stars Andy and the Seal, March 11, 2012
Richard F. Casson (GLOUCESTER, VA, US) - See all my reviews
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At the end of GA Hauser's book, Happy Endings, Monty and Kellie become a couple and Monty starts to build a business with his best friend and former Seal,Brandon, and several other Seals. Brandon is suffering from a bad case of PTSD and of sexual identity. He meets Andy, who as Anita, is a beautiful cross-dressing male prostitute. So, lets see, a Seal with PTSD and female impersonator husler, what could possibly go wrong? Everything! Once again, GA has brought us into the life of two completely opposite and distraught people,whom we come to love and to guide us through their struggles to hopefully come out the other end of their emotional maze happy and in love. Very few if any other authors can accompish this feat as brilliantly and with as much enjoyment as she does. And as with all of her books, be prepared to start the book and put aside all your other plans until you finish it, because it is impossible to put down. There are of course many very hot sexual encounters to keep your glasses steamed up. In sum, this is one extremely enjoyable and stimulating romp with two characters whom you will not only come to love but never forget. The only problem with the book is that it had to end. Hopefully, we will get to visit with the two of them in a sequel or in a later GA book that brings them back, as many of her characters from previous books return in later ones. Thank you GA for yet one more memorable and loving story.

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After the recruits were given their advanced training, Brandon put on a pair of Neoprene heavy bag gloves. They were padded at the knuckle but much smaller than standard boxing gloves.
He headed to a row of one-hundred pound hanging bags and took up a fighting stance.
With every ounce of frustration he had, he pounded the bag; upper cuts, back-fists, jabs, hooksthen he kicked it; forward thrust, side-kicks, round house
The pounding of the leather bag was echoing in the large room. This was their star achievement, a gymnasium to rival an Olympic training ground. High suspended ceilings letting in day light, cooled by eco-friendly solar panels and slatted shades. Millions of dollars in equipment; inverted ladders, ropes, row machines, free weightsit was a steroid junkies' dream.
It didn't take long for perspiration to run down his armpits and temples.
He caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Monty.
Brandon ignored him and continued to batter the bag. Monty stood behind it, supporting it. Brandon stopped kicking it and pounded it furiously.
"Get it out, Brandon!" Monty encourage. "Get it the fuck out!"
Roaring with rage, Brandon nearly knocked Monty over he punched so fast and so furiously. Fatigue was beginning to settle in. Was he in the same shape as he was in training for the elite forces? He fucking hoped so.
He gave the bag on more wallop and shook out his arms.
"How's that feel, Ensign Kennedy?"
"Good, sir!" Brandon nailed the bag with a right hook, making it reverberate in the vast room.
"Hit it again!"
Brandon slammed it with a left upper cut, the salt from his perspiration stinging his eyes. He used his shirt tail to wipe it.
"Get down for twenty!"
Brandon dropped to the mat and began doing pushups. When he felt Monty's weight on his back he lit on fire.
Brandon's arms were spent, shaking and feeling as if they were burning with lactic acid. He pumped more pushups with Monty's weight on top of him. He did twenty and dropped to the mat.
Feeling Monty shift, Brandon reached for him. "Don't get up."
Monty sat on his back.
Brandon used his teeth to rip the Velcro tabs on his gloves and pulled them off, feeling his hands throb and his heart race. As he lay under Monty, he closed his eyes and the sweat poured out of him.
"Don't say it. I already know." Brandon closed his eyes.
"We'd kill each other. We're not right."
Brandon covered his face in frustration.
"We both need someone who is the opposite of us."
"Shut up!" Brandon got to his elbows and tried to raise up to turn over.
Monty stood off him, looking down at him. Brandon rolled to his side, still catching his breath, the mat pooled with his sweat.
Staring into Monty's eyes, Brandon felt both the pain of loss and the sense Monty was right. Dead on. The only reason they didn't kill each other in Iraq was because Monty was Brandon's commanding officer. His lieutenant commander. Though at times Brandon did not like Monty's decisions, he obeyed. On level ground in a sexual relationship? They'd fight like street thugs.
Monty reached down his hand.
Brandon took it, allowing him to haul him up to his feet.
"Find a man."
Brandon pushed Monty's chest so hard, Monty stumbled backwards. "Fuck you!"
"Then find a woman!" Monty took up a battle stance and Brandon wanted that fight. But spent and exhausted, he was no match for Montgomery Gresham.
Brandon picked up the gloves and walked away. He could feel Monty's gaze on his back and didn't turn to look. What good would it do? He could never have him.

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