Monday, May 20, 2013
Friday, May 17, 2013
'Cream' by Zenobia Renquist Super Book Blast!
CREAM
by
Zenobia Renquist
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BLURB:
What do
a four hundred-year-old vampire and a mid-level necromancer have in
common? Money. Jeliyah needs it to pay off the people who trained her
and Teaghan enjoys killing to get it. Together they hunt rogue
vampires—assuming Teaghan can focus on something other than getting
her in bed and Jeliyah doesn’t put a bullet in him first.
The
uneasy partnership promises to be lucrative until Teaghan and Jeliyah
get on the wrong side of a feud. Jeliyah is forced to use forbidden
magic and finds herself bound to a man she should hate—but whom she
can’t stop fantasizing about.
Every
second they stay alive fuels a growing desire Jeliyah is unwilling to
deny. Is it the magic? The danger? The only way to get the answers
she craves is to outrun the enemy or kill them. She knows Teaghan’s
preference but it’s Jeliyah who must put their mind-blowing sex
aside and make the choice that will decide both their fates.
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Read an excerpt:
Teaghan kicked the room door shut behind him and then laid her on the nearest bed. “At least this time you’re not glowing. Let’s not make a habit of this.”“I feel the same.”“Then again…” His gaze wandered to her breasts.Images of Teaghan running his hands over her breasts and teasing her nipples entered her mind. She reared up and smacked him at the same time she brought her other arm up to guard her chest.Teaghan didn’t react except to grin at her. “You’re flushed, necromancer. Your heart rate jumped too. My little idea get you all hot and bothered?”She glared at him.“No? How about this one?”A mental picture of Teaghan yanking off her panties so he could run his tongue over her clit invaded her mind. The detail was so vivid Jeliyah felt her pussy twitch in anticipation. Damn the man and this stupid mental connection. It might be one way, but she had access to his thoughts and now he wasn’t trying to hide them. “You can’t do that without an invitation.”“So invite me.”“Shouldn’t you be going to sleep? The sun is up.”“Sun’s got nothing to do with me.” He moved closer, planting his hands on either side of her legs and leaning into her. “Invite me.”Jeliyah scooted back off the bed and away from him. Once on her feet, she said, “Don’t get all cocky just because I took some of your blood, vampire. I told you that was a one-time thing and not to get ideas.”“Yeah, I heard you but,” he hopped the bed and crowded her against the wall, “here’s the thing. You could have gotten the same results by asking me to open a vein. A simple prick to the finger for a few drops of blood would have sufficed. You kissed me, necromancer.”“It was a split-second decision. Back off.” She clutched the necrome at her throat and said, “Shield.”Teaghan laughed as the shield expanded to include him. “Forget something important, did you? Your necromes recognize me now. I’m not a threat.”Shit. She’d forgotten one of the major side effects of Recognize. Her necromes—and any others made from her blood—no longer worked against Teaghan. There was no way to deactivate Recognize either, just like an invitation once given.She shoved at his chest but he kept leaning forward until his lips were close to hers.He said, “Let’s talk about that kiss.”“It was spur of the moment. It meant nothing.”“Care to test that theory?”“You can’t. I haven’t invited you.”“Kissing is the one thing I don’t need an invitation to do.” He pushed his lips against hers as he forced her hands over her head and pressed his body closer.Jeliyah couldn’t turn from the kiss, though she tried. This wasn’t fair. Vampires needed permission to enter a person’s body. Why didn’t that extend to kissing? And why was she giving in to his kiss?
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AUTHOR
Bio and Links:
Zenobia
Renquist lives in her imagination. When not traveling through her
fantasy worlds, she can be found in Hawaii living with her husband
and two cats.
She is
an Air Force brat turned Air Force wife, which means she’s
accustomed to travel and does it whenever possible (so long as she
doesn’t have to fly). Her favorite pastime is torturing her
characters on their way to happily-ever-after for the enjoyment of
her readers.
On the
few occasions her muse flees the scene of the crime, Zenobia likes to
read (comics, manga, and romance), go to the movies, play a few
levels of whichever puzzle game has hijacked her interest or
experiment with a new chain maille weave.
website
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Zenobia
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Sunday, May 12, 2013
'Dark Chatter' by Andrew Branch
Quicklime Petterson is still kicking around campus two years after
commencement. But as the post-college daze is petering out, an offer
comes in: pen a porn script for the policeman who just busted him, get
his charges dropped. With no time to workshop, the erstwhile English
major pounds out an introspective, Oedipal flesh-flick entitled
"Conceptual Tart." The project attracts a tween star in search of an
edgy role, and media frenzy ensues. As the would-be one-off deal
threatens to become a vocation, Quicklime attempts to find the honest
career he meant to start after college, amidst growing renown as a
pornographer.
Check out an excerpt as you watch this trailer:
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Thursday, May 9, 2013
'Midnight Special' by Tawny Weber Super Book Blast!
MIDNIGHT
SPECIAL
by
Tawny Weber
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
BLURB:
Somewhere on the
train is a key witness for a crime involving arson, murder and a
high-profile businessman. And reporter Marni Clare will do whatever
it takes to get the story—even if it means crashing in a sleeper
car that’s she’s not sure she’s reserved. But when she wakes,
she finds herself curled up with the man she’s seeking…and he’s
hot enough to derail all her plans!
FBI
special agent Hunter won’t complain about the wickedly hot blonde
in his arms. And maybe it’s the medication he’s on, but he’s
even agreed to share his room for the entire journey….
It’s
a long trip in close quarters, and within days their berth becomes
the scene of some steamy railway romps. But is Marni just having
fun…or is she taking Hunter for a ride?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Excerpt
WELL THIS WAS ONE HELL of a way to wake up.
All traces of sleep, painkillers and whiskey cleared from his head with a blink. Hunter was left with surprise and an overwhelming degree of passion.
Waking up horny was one of the perks of being a guy, like peeing standing up. But in all his years of appreciating his masculine advantages, Hunter couldn’t recall waking up quite this horny.
Then again, this was the first time he’d ever had a fantasy come to life.
As still as a cat gauging its prey, Hunter inspected the woman next to him. She looked like a cross between a porcelain doll and a sex kitten.
Flaxen blond curls waved around her face, floating to pale white shoulders. Her eyes were huge, the color of a cloudless sky and surrounded by a lush fringe of dark lashes. Heavy with passion, clouded with dazed shock, they had an intelligence in their depths that warned Hunter not to underestimate her. The rounded cheeks, flushed pink, and cupid’s bow mouth completed the picture of adorable confusion.
Figuring it was only fair since she’d taken her own visual tour, he shifted back a little to take in the rest of the view.
Damn.
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AUTHOR
Bio and Links:
Tawny
Weber has been writing sassy, sexy romances since her first Harlequin
Blaze hit the shelves in 2007. A fan of Johnny Depp, cupcakes and
color coordination, she spends a lot of her time shopping for cute
shoes, scrapbooking and hanging out on Facebook.
Readers
can check out Tawny’s books at her website
or join her Red
Hot Readers Club
for goodies like free reads, complete first chapter excerpts,
recipes, insider story info and much more. And for a limited time,
she has a few open spots on her Street
Team!
Social
Links:
Tawny will be
awarding a bookmark goodie package to one commenter at each stop (bookmark,
signed cover flat, post it pad, magnet) and a grand prize of a $25 Amazon / BN
(or other bookstore of the winner's choice) GC to one randomly drawn commenter
during this tour and her other Book Blast on May 14th. Follow the tour for more chances to win!
Saturday, April 27, 2013
'Hot Pursuit' by Cat Pazionata
Maxine, a part-time model risks her career be more true to herself. She crops her hair and turns eyes at the gym. She is shocked to discover she’s very desirable as a soft butch, and sets out in hot pursuit of a highly desirable Brazilian hotzie. What happens changes her life and her career in very dramatic ways. An 18-page exciting story with great characters and action.
'Hot Pursuit' is free on Amazon for a limited time. Otherwise it's a bargain for a mere 99 cents!
~~Get it on Amazon~~
About the author:
The author of "Hot Pursuit," Cat Pazionata, lives in British Columbia,
Canada. She hunts, fishes and built her own log cabin on a small lake
where she now lives with her sweetie, their first child, and numerous
cats, dogs and 4-legged critters. Her message to other writers is to
write and post books on Kindle -- an immediate and very friendly way to
become a published author.
Friday, April 26, 2013
'Her Errant Earl' by Scarlett Scott Blurb Blitz Tour!
Her
Errant Earl
by
Scarlett Scott
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
BLURB:
Victoria,
Countess of Pembroke, knew her marriage wasn’t a love match, but
she certainly hadn’t expected to be wedded, bedded and abandoned in
the countryside. When her husband suddenly returns bent on seduction,
she’s suspicious of his motives even though she finds it difficult
indeed to resist his knowing hands and hot kisses.
Pembroke
can’t afford to allow Victoria to discover the real reason for his
reappearance in her life. To get what he wants, he’ll do anything,
even if it means bedding the wife he never wanted.
But
what begins as a tedious task turns into a raging passion neither of
them can deny. As the truth unravels at last, they must choose
between forgetting the past and allowing it to consume them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Excerpt:
I’ve told you before that I never wanted to hurt you, Victoria.” He put down his spoon. “My battle is with my father, not you, and I will forever regret that you were caught up in the crossfire.”
The acknowledgment seemed genuine. But she didn’t know if it was enough. “Thank you,” she offered simply. “I am gratified you have realized that much, at least.”
“You are most welcome.” He studied her intently. “Now, I find I’ve tired of the soup course. Have you?”
Her turtle soup had long gone cold. She nodded, watching warily as he rose from the table and stalked toward her. He stopped when he was at her side, leaning his hip negligently against the table. He reached out, framing her face with his large hands.
“We both know I never wanted to be a husband when I married you,” he said at last, his tone grave.
His acknowledgment had an air of deep candor to it, far more than his effortless flirtation and charming grins did. She searched his bright gaze, wondering if she could trust him. Wondering if she should. It occurred to her that what had happened in the past did not hold as much power over her life as what could happen in the future.
“And what of now?” she asked. “What do you want now?” It was the question that seemed to matter the most.
His gaze grew shuttered. “I have a duty to do by you.”
She frowned, trying to understand him. His hands were still a warm, tempting touch on her face. “Duty is not a want.”
“Sometimes it becomes a want,” he murmured, lowering his mouth to crush hers.
~~Buy links: Ellora's Cave \ Amazon~~
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AUTHOR
Bio and Links:
Scarlett
Scott has loved romance novels ever since she was eleven and swiped
her older sister’s books to read by flashlight in her closet. Her
mother caught her, but she remained undeterred in her pursuit of
happily ever afters. An award-winning author, she writes steamy
historical and sexy contemporary romance. She lives in PA with her
hero and their adorable dog who thinks he is a person in training.
Website:
http://www.scarsco.com
Twitter:
@scarscoromance
Pinterest:
http://pinterest.com/scarlettscott/
Scarlett
will be awarding a Kindle copy of her historical romance A Mad Passion and a
$10 Amazon gift card to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. Follow the tour for more chances to win!
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Get to know Liz Crowe, author of 'Mutual Release'
What was the inspiration for 'Mutual Release'?
Originally, it was “just” Evan & Julie’s story. They are a couple of secondary character in the best selling Stewart Realty series. However, I quickly realized that it needed to be something more once Hans, my well-known, 6’5” blond haired, blue eyed hot German Muse got hold of it. So I crafted it as a stand alone, which, if you have ever tried to write a stand alone smack in the middle of a series without including too much of the previous characters’ stories is pretty darn difficult.Which scene is your favorite?
Given all the hullabaloo about Dom/subs and BDSM clubs, lifestyles and Super Master Alphas Who Are Perfect, I wanted to inject a little realism into it. While Evan does require a certain level of kink to truly satisfy him sexually, ultimately it is the emotional connection he’s missing. And when he finally encounters a woman who has had her own hellish journey to emerge in a position of power over him professionally, it is immediate electricity.
But it is not all love, roses and happiness. The two main characters have been through too much to just have a few playtimes, drop a little wax, smack a little ass and live happily every after. I want to see them earn it. Which they do, by the end.
I have several. One of them would be the first meeting between them, which is one of those “mistaken identity” scenes. I would also throw these phrases out at readers to ponder as they read:Which character spoke to you the most during the writing process?
“New York City, Thanksgiving”
“Miami Beach, New Year’s Eve”
Julie without a doubt. And I am already getting some readers and reviewers who claim they cannot “connect” with her. But I will tell you now that by the time she meets Evan she is NOT finished maturing. She has been through way too much to just “get over it” and let Evan be her “hero.” Part of her requires his help to get to an emotional maturity point where she can trust and love. But the flip side of that is Evan, who very nearly ruins everything with his own moment of non-trust, keeping something from her that is important to him.What are some of your upcoming projects?
Julie Dawson is a tough cookie. But she did not get there by accident. She continues to learn about herself via Evan’s influence, but ultimately he learns from her as well. Their “Dom/sub” relationship is more about “give and take” not just “take” which I think sets this book apart from the crowd in a way. It is less about him teaching her and more about them learning together.
I have several. The final Stewart Realty series wraps up with a book called Good Faith in November. There is a bit of “Jack Gordon con” planned for Ann Arbor the weekend after its release and I have lots of people already making travel plans for that.How is being stuck in a man's world, between your job in the brewery and following your ex-pat husband, so helpful in writing erotica?
I also will release a new side series, an off shoot of the Stewart Realty series, called the Black Jack Gentlemen. It begins with a trilogy of books introducing the fictional expansion pro soccer league and team based in Detroit. It will include several familiar faces from the original series but focuses entirely on a new set of characters and situations, based in the pro soccer world. It incorporates several challenging storylines including the very current topic of gay pro sports stars. The three books in this series each tackle a different difficult topic, with a core “love story” at their center.
I was lucky enough to visit and live in so many varying cultures, taking them in on a daily basis, just to get through my day. We lived in Japan, Turkey and England and made a point to see as much of Asia and Europe as we could while there. It was a mind-expanding, eye-opening, and made me a better world citizen (and my 3 children too I hope). I am very glad I got to do all of it. Anyone who fancies themselves an author of any genre truly benefits from living an interesting life. Not everyone has had the same opportunities I did. And while a lot of it was hell on wheels (if you have literally packed up and moved your entire household 10 times in 7 years you know what I mean and I won’t even get into my arrest by the Turkish Gendarme), looking back it did nothing BUT make me more creative.How do you define "Romance for Real Life"? How does it stand out from other romance genres?
However, in the beer world I am without a doubt surrounded by men. And I love it, for many reasons. Not only is it inspiring sort of “scenery wise,” it has taught me how to be succinct, make my points and shut the hell for effect (the less you say, they more they listen—try it), and to use the word “fuck” in ways that are very creative and fun in mixed company.
It has familiar elements and storylines that start out in ways that traditional romance readers will recognize, but will veer off the rails at some point and go in a new direction—one I like to think more closely mirrors how REAL people act, or how REAL life would interject into the fantasy romance.What is your favorite kind of beer?
My brewer’s India Pale Lager: Gulo Gulo (I’m a hop head, through and through).If one was to come to your brewery, which varieties do you recommend?
Not my brewery: I will go with either a New Holland Brewing Full Circle Kolsch or Dogfish Head Brewing 90 Minute IPA.
I don’t recommend anything without asking a few key questions. What sort of beer do you usually drink? What kind of flavor do you prefer (malt, hops, sour, fruit)? Then I can make all sorts of recommendations. Walking up to a beer bar and expecting a bar tender to know what you like when you say “I like ale” is like walking into a 5-star restaurant and saying “I like French food.” Learning to be specific about your exact tastes is very important. I like to teach that and am happy to do beer tastings and beer school sessions (which I do. A lot.)Who is your favorite soccer team?
Depends.What is something readers may be surprised to learn about you?
MLS: I’m an LA Galaxy fan ‘cause I love Landon Donovan.
Euro leagues: Real Madrid (specifically Xabi Alonoso the best GD midfielder on the planet)
English Premiere League: Everton
Bundesleague (German league): Bayern Munich (specifically Mario Gomez)
Turkish League: Galatassaray
I am a huge fan of the US Women’s national team as I have a daughter who will likely play NCAA Division 1 soccer in college. But of course I support the US Men’s national Team (although my heart belongs to the Spanish National Team).
I am a preacher’s kid and can recite not only the books of the Bible in order, but many verses by rote. And I sing Soprano in my church choir. Plus I love Opera, especially the heavy Italian ones.Anything else you wish to add?
I hope you give my books a chance. They are a bit of a middle genre, not so much traditional romance, but with enough of those elements to appeal. Happy Reading!Thank you so much for your time!
Microbrewery owner, best-selling author, beer blogger and journalist, mom of three teenagers, and soccer fan, Liz lives in the great Midwest, in a major college town. Years of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as an ex-pat trailing spouse, plus making her way in a world of men (i.e. the beer industry), has prepped her for life as erotic romance author. When she isn't sweating inventory and sales figures for the brewery, she can be found writing, editing or sweating promotional efforts for her latest publications.
Her groundbreaking romance subgenre, “Romance for Real Life,” has gained thousands of fans and followers who are interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”) Her beer blog a2beerwench.com is nationally recognized for its insider yet outsider views on the craft beer industry. Her books are set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch and in high-powered real estate offices. Don’t ask her for anything “like” a Budweiser or risk painful injury.
www.lizcrowe.com
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Liz Crowe
Disclaimer: This is an 18+ book with erotic BDSM scenes and explicit language.
As president of her own distribution company, Julie Dawson has all she ever wanted -- money, power, and respect. But her carefully crafted façade conceals a torment of abuse and helplessness. After years remaining emotionally aloof, she is finally independent, but alone. Because she refuses to rely on anyone but herself ever again.
Evan Adams is no stranger to success, or personal demons. The horrific trauma that destroyed his twin sister, and tore his family apart, forced him to craft a new life from the ashes of the old. He's content enough, focusing ahead and not dwelling on his murky past. But something important is missing. He knows what that thing is but refuses to acknowledge it.
When a chance encounter brings these two strong-willed but damaged people together , what seems like a long, erotic journey through hell could lead them to a match made in heaven.
A coming of age novel about trust...on the long road to love.
Read an excerpt
A
leather chair appeared from the gloom. Evan looked around, then took
the seat, disappointed but intrigued. He could hear Jack’s voice,
his laughter low and inviting. What
the fuck? Was Gordon getting in on action while he had to watch?
Then he heard Jenna’s annoying giggle and realized the club must be
making her watch too, only she got to do it with her date. He sighed,
leaned back, and prepared himself to be underwhelmed.
“No,”
a sexy, rough female voice broke through the clamor in his head. It
must have surprised everyone because all the people on the couches
glanced up. “I want him. Out here.” Evan looked straight at her
and saw the hot-as-shit Domme point her bullwhip right at him. He
gulped, actually looked around like a dork, thinking there must be
someone behind him. He was no sub.
She
crooked her finger, her ruby-red moist lips drawing his gaze and
making him feel positively hypnotized. His cock kept up its painful
pressure along the inside of his zipper. A drop of sweat formed on
his temple but he couldn’t move his arms to brush it away. All he
knew… was her.
“Mr.
Adams,” the disembodied voice said. “Your presence has been
requested by our Mistress. Please. Do not make her wait.” The sheer
curtain separating him from the crowd parted as he stood. Shoving his
hands in his pockets and no longer aware of anything at all but what
he wanted right now, he took the few steps down to the main floor.
“Stop!”
She held up a hand. “Do not come any closer until I tell you.”
She snapped her fingers. A tall man dressed only in leather pants
emerged from somewhere to her left. A woman approached him, smiling
and holding out a tray filled with… He stared, then shook his head,
backing away, his brain on fire and his body in flight mode. “Where
are you going, slave?” The woman cracked her whip. Evan sensed its
bite near his cheek.
“I
am no one’s slave,” he croaked out, sounding like a whiney kid.
“Perhaps.
But I am not just anyone.” Before he could catch a breath, the
woman was in his space. He kept his hands at his sides, knowing if he
touched her he would be punished. Her full lips were inches from his.
She leaned in, placed a tender kiss on his cheek, then stepped back.
“The
Mistress has chosen!” the voice boomed and the room heaved a
collective sigh. Evan whipped his head around, suddenly terrified and
hornier than he had been in his entire existence. He closed his eyes
as a loud whooshing sound started echoing around in his head in
perfect time with his heartbeat. He held his ground, biting the
inside of his cheek raw to keep from falling to his knees and kissing
his way up her shiny patent leather shoe. The woman stood, the
cape-like cloak draped around her tall, perfect body. He couldn’t
move and had no idea what to do now anyway.
She
took two long steps and was back in his space, tugging his tie,
lifting it free of his collar and letting her lips linger over his,
tempting, teasing, and bringing his body to full attention from his
scalp to his toes. What in the
hell was going on here? He was a sub?
But the whooshing sound would not stop; it deafened him and he
started to shake. The woman put her hands on his shoulders and kept
kissing him just enough to make him insane. Disembodied hands removed
his suit coat. Then, with a powerful jerk, She ripped his dress shirt
into two scraps of expensive cotton that hung from his wrists.
His
nipples hardened, his skin broke out in goose bumps. More bodiless
hands unfastened his cuffs and took what remained of his shirt away.
The woman kept smiling, trailing her fingertip down his chest. Evan’s
lungs hurt he was breathing so hard.
“You
are very…” She leaned in and touched her tongue to a nipple,
making him gasp. “In need of…” She licked her way across his
chest to the other hardened nub of flesh and bit, hard, making him
yelp and grunt to distract himself from coming in his trousers. “A
lesson in what it means to wield control.”
She
unfurled the whip, keeping her lips on his skin, licking and nibbling
her way up his neck as he stood, fists clenched and teeth grinding.
Then she bit down on his lower lip, bringing tears to his eyes and
yet more urgency to fuck. What was happening to him?
“Sit.”
She shoved him down. Evan dropped, hoping someone had put a chair
there. His ass hit leather and wood. Watching mesmerized as she dug a
sharp heel into his still-covered thigh. The pulsing behind his
zipper had reached a level he’d never experienced. It was as if he
were already coming, in his head, trying to relieve the pressure
without actually ejaculating. This was a total goddamn trip. He
sighed, looked up at the ceiling.
“Don’t
look away from me, slave.” Her rough voice made the whooshing sound
return between his ears. She snapped her fingers. Two nearly naked
women scuttled to his side, undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and
pulled off his shoes while removing his trousers, leaving only his
tie and boxers.
“Holy
fucking mother of… ah!” he cried out, unable to stop when the
woman stood over him, her warm, inviting sex right at his eye level.
Other hands rubbed, teased him through his underwear. But he kept his
eyes trained up as he sucked in a lungful of her heady scent.
“You
think this is all there is, don’t you, boy?” The woman’s voice
filled his head. “Your giant cock and what you can do with it.”
She stepped away from him, flicking her whip at his inner thighs,
breaking up the pleasure with a bite of pain that made him curse and
lean forward. The lovely, soft hands that had been on his aching
shaft disappeared. “Oh no you don’t. You sit; you take, and you
do not
come. For any reason. If you do, I will make you very,” she slid
the handle of the whip along his reddened inner leg, “very sorry.
Are we clear? Dear?”
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Grand Prize: Paperwhite Kindle
1st Prize: Signed set of first 6 books (Includes all books in the series *except for* Mutual Release)
2nd Prize: boxed set of first 3 Stewart Realty ebooks (Floor Time, Sweat Equity, Closing Costs)
3rd Prize: Zazzle store Stewart swag pack (including canvas tote bag, mug, t-shirt, keychain)
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