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Monday, January 14, 2019

For Emery by J. Nathan






Title: For Emery

A For You Novel
Author: J. Nathan
Genre: New Adult Sports Romance

Cover Design: Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs

Photo: Fabrice Lerouge

Release Date: February 4, 2019





Blurb

Emery
I’ve loved
Jordan Grady since I was eight. 
Since he
became my protector.
Since he
became my safe haven each night. 
But I was
younger.
Off
limits...
Until high
school when he finally kissed me. 
And for a
few fleeting moments, everything was right in the

world. 
Then I was
forced to do the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do...
Disappear
from his life without a trace.

Grady
I’m
Alabama’s star right tackle—and a real prick. 
I live my
life by a few solid truths.
Life isn’t
fair.
Don’t let
anyone get too close.
And those
who claim to care about you can up and leave. 
But you
know what they say about things that disappear….
But Emery
Pruitt had never been mine.
Even if she
had returned after four years.
Older.
Confident.
And more
beautiful than the night she vanished.
But it
didn’t erase the fact that she’d left me.
So, why
find me now?




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Excerpt

“Have you kissed her yet?” 
“Emery,” I groaned. 
“Did you use tongue?” 
“That’s it.” I tightened my arms around her and rolled onto my back.
Her back stayed pressed to my chest while her bare legs flailed above her. 
“What are you doing?” she giggled. 
“Trying to get you to stop talking.” 
She burst into full-blown hysterics which caused me to laugh. We’d done
this long enough to know we needed to keep our voices low so my parents
couldn’t hear us. 
Eventually, our laughter subsided. But I had a good hundred pounds on
her, so I knew she couldn’t get loose unless I relented. I did just enough for
her to turn, twisting in my arms so she lay on top of me with her face mere
inches from mine. This closeness was clearly natural for us. We’d shared a bed
for six years. 
But gone were the big awed eyes when she looked at me—like I was her
very own knight in shining armor. Now her heavy-laden eyes showed want. Her
unsteady breaths held need. 
“If you don’t want to talk,” she said. “Is there something else you’d
rather do?” 
My dick sprang to attention, pressing itself between her thighs. 
Fuuuuuck
“Why haven’t you ever tried to kiss me?” she asked. 
Unable to look her in the eyes, my head dropped to the side. “Emery.” 
“I’m serious, Jordan. Aren’t you the least bit curious?” 
“About what?” 
“What it’d be like.” 
I huffed, knowing I was in a no-win situation. This was my best friend.
This was Emery. 
“Well, aren’t you?” she persisted. 
“I know what it’d be like,” I snapped. 
“And what’s that?” 
I looked back into her blue eyes, the ones I wished didn’t look so damn
pretty gazing back at me. “Amazing.”






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Author Bio



J. Nathan
is the author of new adult and sports romances with cocky heroes and sassy
heroines. When she's not writing, she's a total romance junkie! Add an alpha
male who's unlikable in the beginning...even better. She loves guys in backward
hats, country music, the summertime, and her amazing family and friends.


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You've Got Male by Lila Monroe




Title: You've Got Male

Series: Chick Flick Club #2
Author: Lila Monroe
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: January 14, 2019





Blurb


All’s fair in love, war, and breakfast waffles in this sizzling
standalone romantic comedy from USA Today bestselling author, Lila Monroe!

Zoey Rafferty dreams of becoming the food truck queen of San Francisco.
She’s building an empire whipping up delicious brunch treats - until the
(annoyingly handsome) Breakfast Bandit starts stealing all her customers with
his devious tactics and smoldering charm.

Cam Newsom never backs down from a fight. As far as he’s concerned, let
the best chef win. And so what if Zoey looks sexy as hell when she’s all riled
up? He wants a woman he can connect with - not have whipped cream spray fights
in the middle of the street. A woman like his mysterious online pen-pal,
WaffleGirl, who shares his ambition, and burns up his screen with her flirty
quips. 

Soon, their competition is heating up the kitchen - and the bedroom.
But when the famous foodie TV show Truck Stop rolls into town looking for a new
reality star, all bets are off, as Zoey and Cam compete for the prize. But will
their rivalry blow both their chances?

And what happens when they find it’s not just their food on the line -
but their hearts, too?

Find out in this sexy new twist on ‘You’ve Got Mail’, from USA Today
bestselling author, Lila Monroe! 

The Chick Flick Club series:
1. How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
2. You’ve Got Male
3. Frisky Business












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Author Bio

Combining
her love of writing, sex and well-fitted suits, Lila Monroe wrote her first
serial, The Billionaire Bargain, in 2015. She weaves sex, humor and romance
into tales about hard-headed men and the strong and sassy women who try to
tame... love... tame them. 


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Love Me Like This by Lola StVil




Title: Love Me Like This
Author: Lola StVil
Genre: Single Dad/Small Town Romance

Release Date: November 20, 2018





Blurb


We just added
something to your "To do list", you're welcome.




He’s an Alpha’s Alpha. And he will do
whatever it takes to keep his family safe.

My son is my world. I am raising him to be on
high alert about his surroundings at all times. I’m a former SEAL; it's in my
blood. I maintain suspicion about change. Yet the new girl in town, Ryan Shaw,
caught me off guard.

Ryan is witty, with soft curves and a big
heart. The moment our eyes meet, she wakes something in me I thought had
died—hope. And when she volunteers to tutor my son, I marvel at how much my
little guy loves her. It turns out he’s not the only one whose taken by her. In
fact, the more I get to know her, the more I want her; not just in bed, but in
our lives. I never thought a guy with a past like mine, would ever find love.
But now that I have, there’s no way I’m gonna let anyone take it from me.

Enemies from my past are out to destroy
everything I've built, but they have no idea how far I will go to protect the
ones I love…

This steamy romance is a roller coaster ride that
will make you laugh, make you hot, and even make you shed a few tears. It's a
full-length standalone novel. You do not have to read the book that came before
this one. NO cheating, NO cliffhangers, and a guaranteed Happily-ever-after!
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Excerpt

I stand by
the hood of her car. She’s so close to me I can smell her—an intoxicating mix
of sweet vanilla, strawberries, and a musky smell that makes me want to reach
out, bend her over, and fuck her right here in the street. Fuck, I can almost
taste her.
I can’t
help but wonder if I’m having the same effect on her. The way she’s frowning up
at me like she’s ready to get the mace back out tells me I’m not.
“Well?” she
demands. “Are you going to fix it or not?”
“Look, I’m
good, but I’m not a miracle worker,” I say.
Her frown
deepens, but now it’s focused on the car instead of me.
“It’s that
bad?” she asks.
“I wouldn’t
know. I can’t see through the hood,” I smirk.
“I … Oh.
Yes. Of course,” she stutters.
She runs a
hand through her hair, and I feel my insides knot even tighter. What I wouldn’t
give for that to be my hand in her hair instead of hers. And it wouldn’t stay
there long. I would move it down, trailing my fingers over her neck and …
Fuck, get a
grip, man. I clear my throat.
 “Hi,” she says.
I look up
to see who she’s talking to and I’m surprised to see Max standing beside us,
grinning up at Ryan.
Dammit. I
told him to stay inside. I feel a surge of anger. Not at him; he’s seven and
curious. The anger is at myself. I was so caught up in Ryan I didn’t realize he
had joined us. I allowed myself to lose my concentration and the consequences
of that could be…I don’t even want to think about what they could be.
“I told you
to stay inside,” I snap.
Max’s grin
slips a little, and I hate myself for taking my anger out on him. My tone
softens.
“Why don’t
you go back inside? I won’t be long here.”
“I want to
talk to your friend,” Max says.
I swear he
puts a weird emphasis on friend like
he somehow knows I want to be much more than friends with Ryan. Before I can
say anything, Ryan smiles and extends her hand to Max.
“I’m Ryan,”
she announces.
Max shakes
her hand formally.
“Max,” he
replies. “I really like your name.”
He handled
that better than I did. Maybe I should be getting lessons from him.
“Do you go
to St Theresa’s?” Ryan asks him.
I feel my
heart skip a beat. How does she know that? Is she a part of the Company? Is
this the day I’ve been dreading?
Max is
nodding his head before I can stop him.
“Yes. I’m
in Mrs. Berry’s class,” he announces.
It seems
that all the training in the world goes out the window for both of us just
because a pretty girl smiles at us.
“I start
working there on Monday,” she tells Max.
I feel
relief flood me. She didn’t know Max went there. She doesn’t know who I am or
who he is. She was just assuming because of his age.
“You’re a
teacher?” I ask.
“Teacher’s
assistant. I’ll be helping some of the younger kids with their English,” she
tells me.
“Well damn,
teachers have changed since I was at school,” I blurt out.
Ryan and
Max both look at me, stunned at my words. They continue their conversation as I
go back to the car.
If my
teacher had looked like Ryan, I don’t think I would have gotten much of
anything done. Pretty much like now. The more I try to focus on the engine, the
less I seem to be able to focus on anything but Ryan’s collarbone, and how she
would writhe beneath me as I ran my tongue over it, moving down lower until she
was screaming for more.
I realize
my gaze has definitely left her face and I jerk my eyes back up to meet hers,
expecting a lecture. Instead, she gives me an amused smile.
“Seen
something interesting?” she asks.
“He will
have. Every time he gets under the hood of a car he finds something to distract
him,” Max replies, digging me out of the hole I’m in.
“What he
said,” I add with what I hope is a charming smile because we both know we’re
not really talking about the car engine when I go on. “There’s definitely
something here that I’d like to get my hands on.”





Author Bio


Lola StVil
is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who writes Fantasy in
addition to Contemporary romance. She has written over a dozen books and loves
taking her readers on an emotional roller coaster ride. She is currently living
in California and enjoys staying in touch with her readers.


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Taking Back His Bride by Madison Faye



Title: Taking Back His Bride

Author: Madison Faye
Genre: Standalone Second Chance Romance Novella
Release Date: January 14, 2019





Blurb

We vowed forever. What we got was two years.
But now I’m back to take back what was stolen from me.
She’s mine to have, and mine to hold.
Again.

A filthy oil-rig
roughneck like me had no business with a wife like her. She was the pretty
little flower I never should have put my dirty hands on. But Leanna was my
everything. My heart. My obsession. And one year ago, they told me
another man took her away from me.

…I just found out
that was bullshit. And now, there’s going to be hell to pay.

Her family never
thought I was good enough for her. The wrong side of the tracks, and too rough
and savage for their sweet, innocence Leanna. They lied to keep me from her,
and her from me. But now that I know the truth?

Well, now I’m coming
back for what’s mine.

I’m twice the man I
was before—harder, fiercer, and even more obsessed. For richer or for poorer?
Well, she had me poor and loved every second of my rough hands pinning her to
our marriage bed. I’ve made my fortune since, but I’m ready to throw it all
away to get her back in my arms where she belongs.

The bastards that
took her from me think they can keep us apart.

…They’re dead
fucking wrong.

A year ago, I
thought I lost her. Two days ago, I learned the truth. And tonight, I’m taking
back my bride.

And I’ll burn the
whole world down to get her if I have to.


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USA Today and #1 bestselling contemporary romance author
Madison Faye is the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban
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Sunday, January 13, 2019

Hollywood via Orchard Street by Wayne Clark


Hollywood
via Orchard Street
by
Wayne Clark
Genre:
Historical Fiction

Deciding
that the hopelessness he sees around him on New York’s squalid
Lower East Side during the Great Depression isn’t for him, a young
man invents an alter ego with the chutzpah he hopes will make a name
for himself. In the process he accidentally ignites a war between the
Irish mob and a Chinese tong, learns to drink and finds love for the
first time. Will he and his alter ego ever reunite? They will have to
if he doesn’t want to lose the love of a beautiful Broadway
actress.




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author Wayne Clark was born in 1946 in Ottawa, Ont., but has called
Montreal home since 1968. Woven through that time frame in no
particular order have been interludes in Halifax, Toronto, Vancouver,
Germany, Holland and Mexico.


By
far the biggest slice in a pie chart of his career would be labelled
journalism, including newspapers and magazines, as a reporter, editor
and freelance writer. The other, smaller slices of the pie would also
represent words in one form or another, in advertising as a
copywriter and as a freelance translator. However, unquantifiable in
a pie chart would be the slivers and shreds of time stolen over the
years to write fiction.










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Killer Lies
Zia Westfield
(Deadly Encounters, #2)
Publication date: December 21st 2018
Genres: Adult, Suspense

Kelsey Tremayne’s life unraveled in the summer of her 16th year when she and a friend were abducted. She came out of the experience alive, but without memories of her abduction and her friend was never found. Rumors that she’d killed her friend in jealousy, and that she was mentally unstable, started and eventually her parents moved her away from Carville. Now, she’s back in Carville to settle her aunt’s estate. However, someone is watching her, playing with her mind. Could it even escalate to murder?

One man is willing to stand by her, protect her, and breach the barriers that have guarded her heart for so long.

Sam Carmichael stays focused on the job and keeps his personal interactions limited. The emotional instability of his wife and her subsequent suicide have made him leery of getting deeply involved with anyone. Even so, someone is targeting Kelsey Tremayne and the roots go back twelve years to an abduction that was never solved. As Sam is drawn deeper into the case, he can’t help admiring Kelsey’s strength and compassion and he vows to do everything he can to find the truth and bring her kidnapper to justice.

Can two people hurt by their pasts survive a criminal’s web to find a future together?

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CHAPTER 1:

Sam Carmichael switched his high beams on and eased off the pedal as he drove the narrow mountain road. Fat raindrops splattered the windshield of the SUV in a steady torrent that even the windshield wipers working double time couldn’t keep up with.

The Tremayne mansion drive should be another half a mile up the road. He’d be glad to get there. The mountainside wasn’t known for landslides, but the amount of rain that had been coming down steadily had been causing a number of accidents throughout Carville. Best-case scenario, he’d see the crazy cat lady and get back into town before anything bad happened.

Thunder cracked overhead, followed by a flash of light that lit up the road, revealing towering trees on both sides. He also caught sight of the gate that signaled the Tremayne estate.

He made the turn and pulled up beside the box attached to the wall. He lowered his window, pushed the button and waited for a response.

He’d been out here years ago when he’d been riding patrol. A woman dressed in shawls and surrounded by dozens of cats, or so it had seemed, had answered the door. She’d insisted that he find the person who was trying to steal her cats.

Setting aside his private thoughts, he’d checked the house and the grounds, but had found no signs of anyone having been there.

He’d chalked it up to experience and had forgotten about it until tonight, when the desk Sergeant had roped him into coming to check out a report of a possible burglary before going home.

“Lucky me,” he said into the darkness.

“Excuse me?” The voice crackled across the intercom.

Sam leaned out, ignoring the rain that pelted him, and spoke loudly.

“Detective Sam Carmichael, Carville PD. I’m here about the burglary.” He pulled his head back in and waited for the gate to open. Instead, the intercom crackled to life once more.

“Would you show me your badge, Detective?”

Sam reminded himself that he had become a detective to serve the public, even on foul nights when man and beast knew better than to be outside. He fished his badge out of his pocket and thrust it out towards the camera. How the hell the person on the other side expected to see anything with the rain coming down like it was, he didn’t know.

The gate suddenly creaked and slowly began opening.

“You’re welcome,” Sam muttered.

While he waited for the opening to be large enough for him to drive through, he gave himself a stern talking to. Crazy cat lady or not, he would do his job and be professional. Some days were the pits and today ranked as one of them, but he wouldn’t let it interfere with his job.

He drove up the long drive, noting the overgrown lawn and the creepy vibe given off by the ivy crawling up every inch of the turreted mansion, the branches overhanging the drive, and the coldness that seemed to emanate from the dark exterior. Before he left tonight he would make a point to the person who called the stationhouse to add lights to dispel the gloom.

He pulled the SUV as close to the front porch as he could, but he was still soaked by the time he reached the top step.

He pushed the bell next to the door and prepared to meet the crazy cat lady.

The door opened, and Sam stared dumbfounded. The woman before him was dressed in shawls and a long dark grey skirt, and had one cat in her arms while another curled up on a straight back chair that butted up against the wall.

But she was years younger—younger than him, he’d guess—and punch-in-the-gut beautiful.

None of it made sense and he said the first words that popped into his mind.

“What happened to the other crazy cat lady?”

***

Kelsey Tremayne winced at the question. When she’d opened the door, she hadn’t been sure what to expect. The security system needed a major upgrade. She had barely been able to hear the detective identify himself, and the rain and poor camera quality had made it impossible to see his badge clearly.

Though she’d debated the risk in letting him approach, she had decided to chance it. She gripped the pepper spray she held in her hand which was concealed by the shawls. It hadn’t been easy to call the police given her history with them, in fact, her stomach still felt queasy over the decision, but she needed the incidents on record.

Crazy cat lady, indeed.

“Please come in, Detective.” She stepped back and petted Sabina, the white Persian mix that had sought comfort in her arms when the thunder had started.

The detective entered, dripping water on the wood floor, and surveyed her from head to foot. He was tall, over six feet, if she had to guess, with a rangy build, brown close-cropped hair, and a stubborn jaw.

Kelsey could imagine what he saw. A not-very-tall, not-very-short, brown-haired, brown-eyed female with more cats than friends. Okay, he wouldn’t be able to guess the last, but it wouldn’t take long for him to stumble onto the truth.

Then again maybe he already knew it. After all, he’d asked about the other cat lady.

“If you’d follow me,” she said, and turned to head down the hall to the one habitable room.

For whatever reason, her aunt hadn’t put her mark on the library. Perhaps it had remained a tribute to her aunt’s father, Kelsey’s grandfather. Whatever the reason, Kelsey was grateful for the comfortable furniture and the working fireplace. The heater had shown itself to be temperamental and the fire burning in the fireplace was the only source of heat she had. In a few weeks, when winter dumped snow on the ground, she’d be in trouble if she didn’t get someone to fix it. Lately, she never seemed to warm up, as if the cold lived and breathed inside her, spreading its tentacles throughout her body.

She shivered, mentally relegated the broken heater to the long list of repairs she had written, and focused on the detective.

“Would you like to have a seat, Detective? Can I get you anything to drink?” She knew she’d said the wrong thing from the way his eyes widened.

“Ma’am—”

“Kelsey. Kelsey Tremayne. Ma’am makes me sound old.” She moved a little closer to the fire, wanting the heat to dispel the chill that had taken up permanent residence in her bones.

The detective splayed his hands on his hips and watched her.

“Ms. Tremayne, you called the station and reported a burglary.”

Kelsey wet her lips and wished he’d asked for a drink. Her mouth felt dry and her throat parched.

He wouldn’t believe her. She could tell from his stance and from the way his gaze swept over the room. He had made up his mind about her. Maybe he’d even heard the rumors about her.

He’d obviously heard the ones about her aunt or why would he have called her the “crazy cat lady”?

Suddenly the room seemed to shrink. Her pulse rate increased and sweat broke out on her brow. A panic attack was imminent if she didn’t do something to head it off.

That would be all he would need to see to confirm that she was as crazy as her aunt. She couldn’t let him.

“I’m sorry, detective, for wasting your time. You should go. I made a mistake. I’m sorry. Please chalk it up to the horrible weather.” She tried to smile, but her lips seemed to tremble instead. She couldn’t even look him in the eye; her gaze slid away. She marched purposely to the door, hoping he would follow.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

She tried to remember everything her therapist had told her. Her control, though, was slipping. Footsteps sounded behind her and she knew a moment of relief. He would go.

Once he was gone, she could fall apart.

She juggled Sabina in order to grab the doorknob and pull the heavy front door open. Thunder boomed overhead and lightning lit up the sky. Sabina yowled and leaped from Kelsey’s arms, scratching them in her descent. Kelsey tripped on her floor-length skirt and fell backward.

Arms caught her and pain exploded in her head. “Let go!” She kicked and scratched and fought, determined to fight her way free.

One minute she was trapped and the next she was thrust into a hard-backed chair. Detective Carmichael stood a few feet away, looking at her as if she were indeed crazy. She wanted to crawl into a hole and hide.

If only she were a cat-like Sabina, who’d scampered to the top of a stack of boxes further down the hallway and was observing them from her perch.

“Please go,” Kelsey whispered, her voice raw.

Silence pressed in on her, despite the sounds of the storm made louder by the open front door. She’d asked him to leave. Why didn’t he leave?

He walked over to the door and closed it. He blew out a breath and rubbed the top of his head.

“Look, you called about a burglary. Why don’t we focus on that?”

She shook her head. “I was mistaken.” She twisted her fingers in the shawl’s fringe. “You can go.” Maybe if she repeated it enough he’d get the hint.

He bent down and picked up the pepper spray that must have fallen out of her hand when she’d tripped. He put it on the table in the entry, next to her chair. He looked puzzled.

She waited for the barrage of questions. Memories of another interrogation intruded into her mind and once more her control began to crumble. She got to her feet, strode purposely to the front door and pulled it open.

“I’ve asked you to leave. I told you it was a mistake. Please go or I’ll have to call the station to register a complaint.” She wouldn’t, of course. Her days of dealing with the police were at an end. She’d thought she could handle talking to them, after all of her therapist’s encouragement to see beyond her own nightmarish experience. But, again, images and voices crowded into her mind, threatening to push out here and now if she didn’t hang on.

“All right. I’ll go,” he said.

He spoke evenly, and she focused on the words, not wanting to look into his eyes and see pity there.

She expected him to step past her and out onto the porch so she could shut the door. But he paused directly in front of her, facing her, though all she saw was his dark blue shirt tucked into a pair of jeans. She forced her head up to meet his gaze, her hands tightening the shawl’s material around her.

His eyes were gray, turbulent, like the storm outside. Something inside her wanted to shy away from the way he seemed to be stripping away the layers she’d successfully piled on to protect herself. But she made herself withstand the scrutiny.

He shook his head. “You know, none of this makes sense. This,” he waved his hand around to encompass the hallway, “doesn’t make sense. Mostly, though, you don’t make sense.” He reached into his shirt pocket, pulled out a business card and held it out to her.

She wet her lips, aware of his gaze suddenly focused on her mouth. She felt the heat rushing to her cheeks.

“If I take the card, will you leave?” Her voice sounded husky to her own ears and she wanted to kick herself. The last person she needed to be attracted to was a police detective.

“Just take the card,” he said.

She reached out to pluck it from his fingers, but he held on to it.

“First, get some light and better security. Second, I don’t know why you called the police, or what’s going on, but if you change your mind or need assistance, my cell phone is on here. I’ll pick up day or night.” With those final words, he released his grip on the card and walked out, closing the door behind him with a snap.

A cat meowed, and she felt the animal rub against her legs. Pulling her gaze away from the door, she reached down and picked Sabina up. She was still holding the card in her hand as she carried the cat to the library where warmth lay. She should throw it away, yet she couldn’t quite rid herself of the image of those gray eyes and that penetrating stare. He’d called her a crazy cat lady, but when he’d zoomed in on her lips, he’d seemed attracted.

Of course, it might all be in her imagination, but that didn’t matter. If she concentrated on how he’d been captivated by her lips, she wouldn’t have to think about who had been in the house and whether they would be back.



Author Bio:

Zia Westfield creates suspenseful, exciting stories with romance at the heart of them. There is nothing more thrilling than watching two people fall in love despite the odds and the danger surrounding their every move.

She makes her home in Tokyo with her husband and three sons. She holds a full-time job, volunteers too much because she doesn't know how to say "no," and generally finds peace between the pages of a book or when she's writing out the stories in her head.

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