Archive | March 2013

Book Spotlight ~ Thundering Silence

Thundering Silence Book 8 in the Family by Choice series


Nothing matters.
That’s what Stephanie thought.
Jack made her realize that she was worth it. That she was his life.
That she mattered.
Suddenly Jack is faced with a life alone.
It’s time to grow up.
It’s time to realize that maybe she was right.
Maybe nothing matters.

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Jack and Stephanie. When they found each other, their lives were empty and their hearts were as well. It took love and strength and passion for them to come together and create the bond that helped form their family of choice.
Now, in an instant, it all fell apart.
Jack and Stephanie were solid. They were the anchors. They were the couple who were strong and who everyone else leaned on.

They had a beautiful and spunky daughter and a son on the way. They had survived the trials and tribulations a new marriage can bring and they were the epitome of strength and love. Their future was shining the brightest.
When they went to the bank that morning to support their family, they could never have imagined the horror they would face.
The gunshot, the blood, and the moment everything changed.
Who is Jack without his heart and soul? How can Sabrina grow up without a mother? How will this family survive?
And just what was in the safe deposit box?
For Jack and Tommy and Bill, it’s about protecting those they love. It’s about ending the threats once and for all. It’s time to settle the score.



Robin Nadler
Author Bio:

Robin Nadler was born and raised in Michigan. She is currently a high school teacher who loves the classics and tries to make sure her students understand the value of Shakespeare and paying respect to those who came before. When she isn’t teaching or writing, she spends her days playing with her pets and laughing.

For more information on Robin or her series “Family by Choice” please check out her blog

Mesmerizing Mondays – Book Spotlight – Defending Devon – LL Brook and Shannon West


Devon’s father sends the college student on a European tour over the Christmas holidays. Instead of being elated, Devon feels abandoned and a little frightened. He has a secret no one knows—one that makes the others on the tour, and especially Drew, the handsome tour guide, think he’s a spoiled brat. When Devon is left behind on a trip to a Bavarian castle, Drew stays behind to escort him back to the hotel, though he’s fed up with his behavior. When Drew locates Devon, however, he not only discovers Devon’s secret, but he discovers someone is trying to kill the young man. Now Drew has to find a way to protect Devon, while he’s falling more and more in love with him.

Bio–New to the genre, L.L has started individually publishing while also co-writing with Shannon West to produce best selling m/m erotic stories. In a joint effort, as well as solo, she will take you on journeys from past to the future, our world and worlds far away all in the realm of gay romance. As a newbie, LL welcomes comments from fans

Excerpt– Adult excerpt with adult language and content.

Devon listened to the German words without the slightest comprehension and settled back in his seat, waiting for his movie to restart, assuming the stewardess was only repeating what she’d said in English. He was watching a movie on the little screen mounted in the back of the seat in front of him. They kept interrupting with announcements about turbulence. As if he wasn’t aware of the rough shaking they were getting and scared enough already. He hated to fly, and the idea of all that water beneath him was beyond frightening. For the last fifteen minutes or so, the flight had been extremely rough. His fingers gripped the armrests so hard, despite his sore wrist, they might have to be surgically removed when they landed. If they landed. The plane suddenly dropped and bounced, and he gasped, biting his bottom lip.

A deep voice from across the aisle caused him to jump and look around. “It’s okay, man. Don’t be scared. My father was a pilot, and he said to think of turbulence as just a bumpy dirt road you’re driving down. We’re fine.”

The owner of the voice was in the outside seat across the aisle from him, and he was tall, dark, and delicious, something Devon had noticed the instant the man sat down. What a hunk and only a couple of years older than him As reliable as old Faithful, as soon as he spoke to him, Devon’s dick rose to the occasion, throbbing painfully. “I-I’m not scared.”

The hunk gave him a dubious look, and Devon sighed. The type of biting remark he’d usually make caught in his throat. “Okay, I’m petrified. I really hate to fly. Is that true about the bumpy road?” The plane dropped a bit, and Devon shuddered, gripping the armrests again.

“That’s what my dad said, and he always told me the truth.”

“Lucky you.”

The man looked at him oddly for a moment and then stuck out his hand. “My name is Andrew Stevens. You on holiday?”

Devon accepted his hand, regretting when, after a couple of strong shakes, Andrew pulled his away. “I’m Devon Henley. My father gave me the trip as a Christmas present.”

“Great present, man.”

“Yeah,” he grumbled, like he really wanted it. Great idea, wasn’t it? Get rid of the stupid loser kid for the holidays. He pushed the idea away and concentrated on Andrew. He was a walking wet dream. His cock up Andrew’s ass would definitely get his mind off the turbulence.

“You’ll get to see a lot of beautiful country and meet a lot of great people.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not exactly a people person.”

Andrew gave him another interested look. “A hot guy like you? I’d think the girls would be all over you.”

A blush started at his neck and went all the way up his face. His dick was so hard he was surprised the blanket over his lap wasn’t tenting so the world could see. “I-uh-I’m not interested in girls, really.” God, had he said that out loud when he’d never said it before to anyone? Why the hell was he saying it to a complete stranger? He squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the put down or the disgusted tone to hit him between the eyes.

Instead, incredibly, Andrew chuckled and said softly, “Neither am I, particularly.”

Devon jerked around to stare. Before he could respond, another massive drop caused his balls to go up somewhere in the general vicinity of his throat. Images of imminent death put him off his game—like he had game.

“Oh, God, this is killing me,” he said miserably.

Andrew unsnapped his seat belt and moved over to sit in the unoccupied seat next to him. “Do you mind?” he asked quietly.

“N-no, not at all,” he said, once he could speak again. Between the rough ride and the attention of the hot stud sitting next to him, he had a hard time taking in air.

“Good. I was getting a little bored over there all by myself. The planes are mostly empty this time of year.” He tipped his head toward Devon’s bandaged wrist. “Did you fall?”

“No, car wreck. Some asshole sideswiped me into a lamp pole.” He managed to uncurl his fingers enough to raise his hand. “Compliments of the airbag.”

“Statistically you’re a lot less likely to be in a plane wreck than a car wreck.”

A little bell went off and the stewardess spoke again. Devon couldn’t pay attention. He was overcome by the manly scent coming off the gorgeous man next to him. Sort of a mixture of cologne and his own unique smell. Totally delicious. He wanted to bury his face in his neck and smell him all night long.

“Are you ready?”


“To turn off the light? The stewardess asked people to turn off their lights so people can get a little nap. They usually let us try to sleep for a couple of hours before they serve breakfast.”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” Devon turned off his light and let his seat go back a few millimeters. “They don’t exactly make these seats comfortable, do they?”

“No, not really. Here, let’s put up this armrest so it won’t dig in our sides.” Andrew pushed up the arm rest between them and reached over to Devon’s lap.

Devon jumped a foot. “W-What are you doing?”

“Just adjusting your seat belt. You have it buckled so tight it’s cutting off your circulation.” He laughed. “Let me loosen it for you.”

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New Release – Review – Darkness Arisen – Stephanie Rowe


Tamara’s Review:
You may have noticed that up until now we have not done any reviews on this site. I was formerly reviewing for another site and conflict of interest prevented me from posting reviews here. We WILL NOT be accepting review requests, we just don’t have the time. But from time to time, when a book is so wonderful that we just have to share the LOVE (you know we are all about the love) We will give you our (my) humble opinion.

I am lucky enough to call Stephanie Rowe my friend. So you can take my opinion as biased if you want to, but she would be the first to tell you I can be a harsh critic. I beta read for Stephanie, so I get to read her stories before they are published, even before the finished version is in place. Stephanie writes several series and I like them all. But I have to say the Order of the Blade series is my absolute favorite.

Those of you who know me, know that I love a tortured hero and the warriors of the Order of the Blade are tortured in spades. Calydon’s face a horrible destiny. When they meet their sheva, their soul mate, and complete the stages of bonding, destiny decrees that they will go “rogue” and kill everything that is important to them. Because of this destiny the Order of the Blade was formed. Elite warriors who seek out and kill rogue Calydons. Because these warriors are so important to the world, they are the one exception to the rule, when an Order member meets his sheva, it is she who is killed.

So these men go through their very long lives with the fate of humanity on their shoulders. Dealing with the grief of killing their brethren, and the fear of meeting their sheva and causing the death of an innocent.

But times are changing. Five warriors have overcome their destiny and bonded without going rogue. Ian Fitzgerald has met his sheva… and watched her die, twice now. Can he survive loosing her again and keep his sanity? Can he beat destiny and find everlasting love?

As if fate hasn’t heaped enough on Ian’s shoulders, his mate is an angel. Forbidden to love, bound by archaic rules and in a desperate battle to save her own soul and find her missing sister before it is too late.

Dark magic, fallen angels,(who turn into evil mermaids),a family curse, an angel of life and an angel of death…

Every time I read one of the Order of the Blade series I am stricken with horrible envy. How Stephanie manages to weave all the complex plot lines together I will never understand. This world is original, interesting and always keeps you guessing. Just when you think there is no way out, the characters find one, and just when you sigh in relief, another shoe falls and you scream!

Pulse pounding suspense, hot eroticism, destiny, magic and … Love. This series is a Must Read for all lovers of Paranormal romance.

Darkness Hunts Him.
Calydon warrior Ian Fitzgerald refuses to die. Cursed by black magic, he has stayed alive through sheer force of will and unyielding commitment to a mission he is sworn to complete. There is only one thing that can defeat him…and she has just found him.

Desire Torments Her.
Ravaged by her own passions, tarnished angel Alice Shaw is fighting desperately for salvation before all she cares about is lost forever. Her sensual allure, and the forbidden power buried inside her, are outshone only by the burning need she awakens in Ian.

Fierce Passion Ignites.
Raging desire explodes between Ian and Alice, pushing them to the brink of destruction. They cannot afford to succumb, but the cord that binds them will never let them go…not until their most dreaded nightmares come true. Together, they are destined to fail. Together, they will fight to survive the impossible.

Sensational Sundays – Book Spotlight – Cross of Death – Larriane Wills

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Garran of Lockmer, a soldier for hire, knew an ancient prophecy had marked him as Atat Comm and turned him into the hunted by those who carried the Cross of Death. Still he sought a normal life. Able to leave battle, he became the Governor of Sheritan.

Princess Fayahstella, future Queen of Ives, fled from Caslock, the conqueror of her nation, seeking sanctuary in Sheritan. She can be no more than a helpless pawn to Garran to use the time of negotiations with Caslock surrender her to safely evacuate the people he governed. He cannot consider her freedom more important.

Still, when the sun dawns, the princess has disappeared, Garran is a prisoner on his way to Caslock’s torture chambers, refusing to say where she has gone, and fractions of an ancient religion struggled to fulfill the prophecy, one to save him and another to kill. 51eWmdQs0lL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA278_PIkin4,BottomRight,-64,22_AA300_SH20_OU01_

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Larriane Wills, also known as Larion Wills, escaped the big city life to retreat to rural high desert living. The desert she lives in as become the setting for many of her novels under both pen names. She began her publishing career in 2006 following her first published fantasy with science fiction. As Larion she’s moved into western historicals, suspense, and paranormal.

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Out of This World Saturdays ~ Interview B.L. Bates

Beverly and Tamara: Welcome to SSLY. Thanks so much for joining us today Barbara. So first why don’t you tell us a little about yourself.

Barbara: I’m a mother, step-mother, and grandmother. In the late 70s I received a BS in electrical engineering and worked for a while in the semi-conductor industry. In the mid 80’s I received a head injury which left me totally blind. Since then I’ve had two children, worked at some part-time jobs, and done a lot of reading and writing. At first, I wrote to vent. (You try bringing up two active children without using your eyes and tell me you don’t need to vent… often.) I sold some short stories in the past five years, then last year Eternal Press told me they were interested in publishing my novel AsterIce.

Tamara: What do you HAVE to have when you are writing?

Barbara: A computer, since I can’t read print, a computer is a must. My computer talks to me — through a screen reader called Jaws. And headphones; they allow me to keep the annoying stuff out. You know, like when the smoke alarm goes off and you’re in the middle of an action scene. And something tall and cool to drink. Usually flavored water, or iced tea.

Beverly: When did you start to write?

Barbara: I’ve always written. All through school, I loved to write stories. In college, it changed to mostly technical papers and reports, but I continued to read fiction.

Tamara: What do you think are the qualities that make up a “hero”?

Barbara: There are several that come to mind. First, the ability to see the good in people. Second, the follow through to see the result of your or other’s actions. Third, being able to pick the best option from what’s available.

Beverly: Can you describe your favorite character? And which of your books is he/she in? How do you come up with your characters?

Barbara: Since I was 27 when I went blind, I relate to characters with some sort of disability. Since that includes most of my characters, I have to choose Marlene Gardner, the female protagonist in a finished, but unpublished book called ‘Interwoven Deceptions’. This was the first novel I finished after deciding to try to get published and I put a lot of myself into her.

Tamara: What are the hardest scenes for you to write? Suspense? Sex? Dialogue? And why?

Barbara: I still have trouble with the sex scenes. For me sex is very private. But, I’m getting over it, a bit.

Beverly: What writer, if any, influenced how you write?

Barbara: I don’t think it was a single writer. My parents read a lot and we had lots of paperback books around the house when I was growing up. But all I was allowed to read were the science fiction and fantasy ones. So I read anything I could find in those genres. It was one of the reasons I ended up taking engineering in college. So, the classic sci-fi writers: Bradbury, Asimov, Clark, and fantasy writers like Tolkien.

Tamara: Who would you choose as your “book boyfriend”? From what book? Author?

Barbara: Ranger, from Janet’s Evanovitch’s Stephanie Plum series.

Beverly: What is the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done? Or would like to? What? We are all about the love!

Barbara: Bringing a tent with us on hikes and setting it up and doing “things” inside.

Tamara: What are your favorite types of heroines? Do you like the damsel in distress who needs saving or the kick-ass variety? Why?

Barbara: The kick-ass kind. I grew up working on cars, fixing appliances, and doing things traditionally considered ‘male’. Then I went to college and got a degree in electrical engineering. I like heroines who know what they can do and aren’t afraid to do it.

Beverly: What was your worst date ever?

While I was in college, I went out on a date with someone I met in one of my non-engineering classes. We had a picnic (it went okay), at the Quabbin Reservoir. It was made by flooding three or four towns in a valley and there are several roads that run into the reservoir. We went for a walk down to the water. My “date” grabbed and put me between him and the water. He’d seen a snake and said he was afraid of snakes. It was our first and last date.

Tamara: If you were stranded on a desert island, what three things would you want to have with you? (You have food, water, shelter, all the necessities, so nothing mundane)

Barbara: 1. Solar Rechargeable batteries and the recharger. 2. My digital recorder. 3. Taped books and some blank tapes. That way I can read and write (or record anyway).

Beverly: What is your “guilty pleasure”?

Barbara: Chocolate. (Or dribbling chocolate syrup on my husband’s naked body and licking it off.)

Beverly: I bet it’s his pleasure then too!

Tamara: What dream or goal have you yet to realize?

Barbara: To see one of my books made into a movie.

Beverly: What was your most embarrassing moment?

Barbara: Shortly after I went blind, I was at a function sitting in a small group. The woman sitting next to me asked a question. I answered her. She put her hand on my arm, and said, “That’t nice, hon. But I was asking the woman next to you.” (It can be a bitch being blind.)

Tamara: If you were a color what would you be and why?

Barbara: Blue. It’s the color of the sky and water. The color of healing and peace.

Beverly: Who has influenced how you perceive love? Why?

Barbara: First, my father. He stuck by my mother when she developed rheumatoid arthritis. She went through many treatments, many of which didn’t do a thing, and saw enough doctors to staff a hospital. Then my husband. When we married, I had normal vision. He stood by me through my rehab after my head injury and we’ve been married over thirty years.

Tamara and Beverly: Okay. We are SSLY so I have to ask. Who loves you?

Barbara: My husband and family, I hope. And I have some very dear friends.

Now for some quick fun questions:

Boxers or briefs? Bikinis
Coffee or Tea? One coffee in the morning, then tea for the rest of the day.
Tall, dark and handsome or Blond and buff? Tall, dark and handsome.
Hairy chest or smooth? Hairy, but not a gorilla.
Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate.
Kinky or Sweet? A bit kinky.
Fast or slow? Definitely slow.
Public or private? Private.
Top or bottom? Either way will do.

Drinking this ice from Heaven could open the gates to Hell.

Ice from an asteroid brought in from the belt contains vitamins and minerals invigorating the human metabolism and bringing improved health. It becomes the newest nutritional fad, selling world-wide.

The ice also contains an alien virus capable of altering human DNA, causing humans to lose their individuality, their will, and perhaps even their souls.

Can four infected individuals find a way to stop the process before humanity is lost?


“It’s worse than that.” Tanya rubbed her temples. The mother of all headaches waited in the wings, ready to pounce.

“How so?” Colonel Frade said.

“A computer simulation indicates AsterIce has spread to every known water source on the planet through drainage, evaporation and condensation. Using some process we don’t yet understand, the additions to AsterIce multiply when added to normal water, even sea water.”

“All of Earth’s waters are now…polluted by the virus?” Richard stared at Tanya.

She met his eyes, closed hers, and nodded.

“What percentage of the population will be affected by it?” Virginia asked.

Tina, seeing her mother’s agitation, brought her a glass of water.

“One hundred percent.”Tanya gulped the water Tina handed her.

“All this scientific jargon has me muddled. In English, please. What does this all mean?” Colonel Frade asked.

“In addition to the vitamins and minerals in AsterIce, there is what we originally thought to be inert organic matter. It turns out we were wrong.”

“How so?” Watts asked.

“The inert matter is actually a shell containing an alien virus.

“Tests show the AsterIce virus is originally passed to its subjects through the digestive system. The virus is then released in the stomach, where the outer shell is removed by our digestive acids. The virus spreads into every cell in the human body. This leads to a build-up in the lungs.”

“So, now the virus can become airborne.” Richard’s visage looked grim.

“Not quite. By the time symptoms begin to occur, the lungs are filled to capacity with the virus. The question is not when will it begin, but how long has it been going on? Also, how many of us are infected?”



Growing up reading speculative fiction, B. L. Bates received a BS in electrical engineering and worked for several years in the computer industry. When a head injury left her totally blind, she turned to writing speculative fiction to stay sane. With her youngest child in college, she lives with her husband in Massachusetts and plots ways to spend more time with her grandchildren.

She’s had short stories published online, and some like “GreenWorld” published in print. Now trying her hand at novels, she can be found online at or

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There’s Magic in the Air

Witches, and wizards and warlocks, from Davis Copperfield to the Witches of Eastwick I love the magical menagerie.
Here are a few Magic themed books you may not know.

Jean Johnson’s The Sons of Destiny 110051

Eight brothers, born in four sets of twins, two years apart to the day-they fulfill the Curse of Eight Prophecy. To avoid tempting their destiny, the brothers are exiled to Nightfall Island, a land where women are strictly forbidden. But, when the youngest of the mage-brothers rescues a woman from another universe, their world is altered forever.

Jean created an amazing world for these brothers. They are all witches, but all have different talents and strengths. There are shifters, a pyrokenetic, Time travel, mystery and deceit. I love this series. My daughter Cat has read it like three times.

Christine Feehan’s The Drake Sisters


Seven Magical sisters have a date with destiny.

Lia Davis’ Divinity series 15749057

The Divinities aren’t just about the witches and magic. It’s about love, family, and protecting those around you. In the back story of the series there’s an old war between witches and demons that never really died. And with a new ruler in the Underworld it is reaching a new level. Each novel tells of the journey of the couple and their place in the war.

The Divinities are witches with special god-like powers. Each possess a Divine gift different from the others. Although two or more can have the same gift, it still is slightly different depending on the witch’s personality and ruling element. The gift can range from visions to shapeshifting. But there is also centuries of mixed bloodlines that split to the Elders’ theories between the Divinities being descendants of the gods and the different magical bloodlines causing the mutant gene that gives them supernatural powers.

The Mageverse, by Angela Knight

In the Mageverse King Arthur and his knights are actually vampires, who are alive and well as forces for good to this day. They live on a magical twin to our universe called the Mageverse, but they make frequent dimensional jumps to our world to help protect us from humanity’s suicidal impulses. Their Partners are the Magi, witches (but don’t call them that, they don’t like it!)

What or who are your “magical” must haves?

Thrill Me Thursday- Cheeky Blonde -Liz Crowe

Liz Crowe

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 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.

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Cheeky Blonde:

Violence, intrigue, and passion are brewing in the craft beer world. When bitter rivals Jennifer Baxter and Sean Garrison meet, the notorious and handsome owner of Garrison Brothers Brewing stays true to form, seducing his rival at a national brewer’s convention.
Sean arrived at the convention expecting to get down to business, including his stated goal of hiring Jen away from Brick Street Brewery. But the beautiful fellow craft beer expert provides more of a distraction than he expected.

When sabotage strikes their fellow breweries, they unite to solve the mysteries. But fate and rumors brew more than beer as love, lust, jealousy, and misunderstanding collide in a way neither could have expected or anticipated.

Can they overcome the malicious chatter long enough to explore the emotion bubbling beneath the surface? Or will lust fall flat and leave them nothing but memories of the moment that slipped away?


Jen spun around. Sean Garrison sat perched on a table, elbows on denim-clad knees. He leveled a stare at her. Air from the downstairs cold storage streamed across the floor between them, chilling her from the ankles up.
She stumbled back, sending a stack of empty stainless steel beer kegs clanging to the floor. Mortified, she jumped from the mess then shuddered when she sensed him close enough to touch her. Shoulders squared, she faced him and choked back the urge to reach out to the man standing within kissing distance, if only to run a fingertip along his just-rolled-out-of-bed stubbled jaw.
“Well, as I live and breathe, Sean Garrison knows who I am, and if I’m not mistaken, has stalked me down to the ladies’ room.” She pulled her hair out of its band and let it flow around her shoulders. “Should I sound an alarm?”
He chuckled, bringing chills to her entire body. She crossed her arms, trying not to clutch at her elbows and give away her anxiety. In one step, he was close enough to put his empty, still-cool glass against the skin of her arm. She flushed, irritated at her reaction to him. She was conscious of his body’s heat, the subtle hint of his cologne tinged with the familiar odors of beer. When she leaned back to look into his eyes, their bright blue depths startled her.
“Oh, um, well, I mean, thanks—you know for the earlier compliment.” She cursed herself.
His other hand traced a line down her arm. She gritted her teeth against the urge to sigh with satisfaction. Someone stomped on the floor above her head and laughter roared through the whole place, a not-so-subtle reminder that a party was going on upstairs. But at this moment, the universe had shrunk to the two of them.
“Sure,” he said, his lips once again too close for comfort. His fingers grazed her skin again, the touch zinging straight to her panties. She’d not had such a reaction to a man in years. She fought the urge to shove him away and run up the steps. Mainly because what she really wanted was for him to keep doing what he was doing.
“No need to be alarmed,” he said, suddenly backing away. “Wanted to make sure I paid my respects to the new queen of beer marketing before you left.”
“I suppose this is where I’m supposed to say something that sucks up to the emperor?”
It took her a minute to realize he was touching her. Again.
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