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Cover Reveal: Junkie & Jagger (The Broken Doll Series) by Heather C. Leigh

by Heather C. Leigh
Genres: Dark Romance

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Junkie and Jagger are Heather C. Leigh’s latest creation.  The Broken Doll Series is a dark romance duet about a heroin addict who falls in love with the drug lord holding her captive and drops on September 13th!

Pre-order this highly anticipated release TODAY!

Junkie (Book One)

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Jagger (Book Two) Releases September 27th

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Blurb

I’m a heroin addict. A junkie. A whore. I’ll do anything to get my next fix.

Anything.

Including walking right onto the property of Austin’s most ruthless and feared drug lord to beg for some H. I don’t know his name, only that people call him Boss. Oh, and that he won’t think twice to put a bullet in my head.

But like I said, I’ll do anything to get my next fix. Even if it costs me my life.

Or changes it forever.

Release Date: September 13th

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Blurb

I sell drugs. Heroin to be specific. And I’m fucking good at my job. Enough to fight my way to the top position, controlling all of Austin’s supply.

So what if I had to kill the previous boss to do it. I do what has to be done. Never cared about consequences because I never had anything to lose.

Until I met Miri. My doll. She’s my weakness and somehow, my enemies found out about her.

If they hurt her, they will regret the day they ever heard my name. Boss. They call me Boss for a reason. What I say goes, including the price on the heads of anyone who dares to fuck with what belongs to me.

My Miri.

Release Date:  September 27th

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Meet Heather Leigh

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Heather C. Leigh is the author of the Amazon best selling Famous series. She likes to write about the ‘dark’ side of fame. The part that the public doesn’t get to see, how difficult it is to live in a fishbowl and how that affects relationships.

Heather was born and raised in New England and currently lives outside Atlanta, GA with her husband, 2 kids, and French Bulldog, Shelby.

She loves the Red Sox, the Patriots, and anything chocolate (but not white chocolate, everyone knows it’s not real chocolate so it doesn’t count) and has left explicit instructions in her will to have her ashes snuck into Fenway Park and sneakily sprinkled all over while her family enjoys beer, hot dogs, and a wicked good time.

My favorite authors are Dan Wells, Ken Follett, and Stephen King.

Happy reading!

 

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Blog Tour & Review: This Isn’t Over, Baby by K Webster

by K Webster
Genres: Romantic Suspense

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This Isn’t Over, Baby

by K. Webster
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Publication Date: August 30, 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Dark Romance

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They’d won the battle and I held up the white flag of defeat…
But the war wasn’t OVER.

I suffered the aching loss of what they had stolen from me.
OVER and OVER again, my heart broke.
The white Queen and the black King had taken OVER the game
and ruled for what seemed like eternity.

Until one day, eternity was finally OVER.

I was the dark knight who would rise again and conquer.
I was the man who would win OVER the most important piece on the board.

A slayer. A protector. A father.
A new king with the blackest of hearts.

And head OVER heels in love with…
The little princess who owned my twisted soul.

Sometimes the villains don’t just want their happy ending…
They demand it.

This isn’t OVER, baby.
This will never be OVER.

Warning:
This Isn’t Over, Baby is a dark romance. Strong sexual themes and violence which could trigger emotional distress are found in this story. This story is NOT for everyone.

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Review

4.5stars

WOW! What A Book. This Book Was Definitely An Awesome Read. It’s Very Dark, Intense and So Completely Crazy.

Where Do I Begin To Write This Review Without Ruining It For Everyone, Well You Just Don’t Say Anything. I Know, I Know But I Just Can’t.

Go Buy This Awesome Book, Have The Same Experience As Me And Enjoy It. K Webster Can For Sure Write A Book That  Can Break And Mend You Amongst It’s Pages.

Reviewed by Donna

 

About K. Webster

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K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.

Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.

You can easily find K Webster on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, and Goodreads!

Website: www.authorkwebster.com
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New Release & Review: The Debt by Karina Hale

by Karina Hale
Genres: Military Romance

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Her life changed in an instant.

And he’s the only one who could have prevented it.

From the New York Times bestselling author of The Pact and The Lie comes a new standalone contemporary romance about those McGregor men.

Jessica Charles shouldn’t have even been in London when the unthinkable happened.

She should have been back at home in Edinburgh, perhaps hanging with her boyfriend, having drinks with her sister or doing yoga with her group of friends. She should have been going on in her normal, dependable life as always.

But on that fateful day in August, when a mentally-ill ex-soldier opened fire in public, Jessica’s world changed forever.

Now single and crippled from the gunshot wounds, Jessica finds herself scared and alone, losing faith in herself and humanity with each agonizing moment that passes.

That is until a stranger enters her life. A stranger who makes her live again.

Keir McGregor has always been the strong, silent type. Throw in tall, dark, and handsome and you’ve got pretty much the perfect Scotsman.

Except Keir is anything but perfect. He’s got a past he’s running away from and a guilty conscience he can’t seem to shed. But the more time he spends with Jessica, the more he falls in love with her.

And the more his secret threatens to tear them apart.

He may have been a stranger to her.

But she’s never been a stranger to him.

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“You’re not going anywhere,” he says. “Sit. I’ll get you another drink.”

“It’s getting late,” I say feebly but I sit down anyway, my leg giving a protest of pain.

“You need something for that?” he says, noticing my wince.

“The scotch will do fine,” I tell him quickly, not wanting him to make a fuss. “But really, I should go.”

“Why?” he asks from the kitchen. I hear the top pop off the bottle, the slosh of liquid in the glass. “Where do you have to be?”

I have to think about that for a moment. He comes over and holds out the glass. “I won’t keep you here if you don’t want to be here. But if you do want to be here, you don’t need to make any excuses.”

I take the glass from him, holding it delicately in my fingers. He stands over me, a massive wall, waiting for some kind of response.

“I just…” I begin. “I…” I take a sip for bravery. Swallow. “I’m not very good at this.”

“Good at what?”

“At…this. Being with a man.”

When he doesn’t say anything to that, I look up at him. He’s got a peculiar smile on his face, his brows raised. “You call this being with a man?”

I clear my throat, feeling my cheeks grow hot. “I mean. I’ve told you before –”

“Yes, how you don’t do relationships, how you don’t do sex.”

“I never said I don’t do sex,” I remind him quickly.

His eyes never stop searching my face. “Then what is it? What are you afraid to say?”

I have the sudden urge to flee and I know it must show because he suddenly points at me and says, “Don’t you dare say you have to go again. I want you to go back to what you said, that you’re not good at this. What is this? Us? You and me? There’s nothing mystifying about you and me, Jessica. You know quite well how I feel.”

I stare at him in shock. I do? “How?”

He looks off with an air of impatience. “I invited you to dinner, you turned me down.”

“But then you said just as friends.”

“And I meant it. But there are different types of friends. It’s up to you to decide what kind we are.”

I put my drink down with a clunk. “Holy pressure.” And now it’s not just my face going hot but my entire body, flushed from head to toe.

“You’re on fire, little red,” he says, his gaze skirting over my limbs in such a hungry way I can almost feel them on my skin. “I have to say, I like this look on you. Hot and bothered.”

“Back with the innuendos again,” I comment but my voice is weak.

“No, no innuendos this time. You came looking for me tonight not because you wanted to confess but because you want something from me. What is it? What do you want from me? What do you think I can give you?”

Jesus. This is so utterly unnerving. His words slice right through me, his eyes still peeling under the layers, trying to get at something I’m not even sure of myself.

If I lie, he’ll know. I can only be honest with him.

“I want…” I take in a deep breath, my eyes breaking away. “I want…company.”

“Company?” He sounds surprised.

I nod. “That’s the truth. I’m lonely. And I’m afraid. And I’m tired of being both those things. I want to be with someone who makes me forget who I am. You make me feel fearless in a way I didn’t think possible.”

There. That’s the truth. Most of it. It hangs in the air, thickening the tension like flour to stock.

He sits down next to me, has a mouthful of Scotch. “Wow,” he says, running his hand over the beard on his jaw. “And here I was thinking you wanted my cock.”

I burst out laughing. So does he, a big wonderful bellow. The tension in the room eases up a notch.

“Sorry,” I tell him when I catch my breath. “I guess they can both mean the same thing.”

He sucks in his lip briefly, his eyes taking a lustful turn. “If you want it to.” We stare at each other for a few heavy beats. Then his focus trails back to my gaze and he says, “Why don’t you stay over?”

And there I have it. The chance to know what those full lips would feel like on mine, what his skin would taste like. I swallow hard.

 

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Halle HeadshotKarina Halle is a former travel writer and music journalist and The New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling author of The Pact, Racing the Sun, Sins & Needles and over 25 other wild and romantic reads. She lives on an island off the coast of British Columbia with her husband and her rescue pup, where she drinks a lot of wine, hikes a lot of trails and devours a lot of books.

Halle is represented by the Waxman Leavell Agency and is both self-published and published by Simon & Schuster and Hachette in North America and in the UK.

Hit her up on Instagram at @authorHalle, on Twitter at @MetalBlonde and on Facebook. You can also visit www.authorkarinahalle.com and sign up for the newsletter for news, excerpts, previews, private book signing sales and more.

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Pre-Order Blitz: Biker Chicks 2 Anthology

by A.J. Downey, Bibi Rizer, Bink Cummings, Emma Lee, Eric Plume, Geri Glenn, K. Renee, Liberty Parker, MariaLisa deMora, Rachel Barnard, Sapphire Knight, Winter Travers
Genres: MC Romance

 

We’re just one week away from the release of the second instalment of this charity anthology series.
 
Pre order NOW to get your copy of Biker Chicks 2
AN ANTHOLOGY OF HOT MC ROMANCE
on September 6th.
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Blurb
Bikers, the ultimate alpha males. But what of women who
ride? These sexy independent road warriors shirk the conventions of lady-like
behavior and live life by their own terms – wild and free.
BIKER CHICKS is full of sexy stories about women who ride,
whether they be lone wolves or part of a gang. Some of the best authors in MC
romance along with some new names and faces to the genre tell us how these
strong women find the sexual satisfaction and romance we all long for, for one
of the best causes.
All proceeds of this anthology go to Bikers Against Child
Abuse*, so come take a ride with us.
Authors in this Anthology include…
Rachel Barnard

Bink Cummings

MariaLisa deMora

A.J. Downey

Geri Glenn

Sapphire Knight

Emma Lee

Liberty Parker

Eric Plume

K. Renee

Bibi Rizer

and Winter Travers
Text copyright © 2016 multiple authors
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses,
places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s
imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons,
living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
 All rights reserved.
*Bikers Against Child Abuse International (B.A.C.A.) is not
directly affiliated with this charity-driven anthology and use of their name to
indicate funds distribution does not constitute endorsement, recommendation, or
guarantee on their behalf for the efforts of these individual authors. No
liability of any kind, implied or expressed, is given with respect to B.A.C.A.
or their activities.
Stories include…
 
A New Night by: Rachel
Barnard
Nanette; a biker known for
her height, her lonely heart, and her trusty knife. A chance encounter by
moonlight will change everything for Nanette.
Rachel Barnard’s greatest accomplishments have been eating
an entire half gallon of ice cream in one sitting, winning a boot toss, and
writing a novel about herself (see the For the Love of Donuts Books). Rachel
wishes she were taller, that chocolate had no calories, and that books could be
eaten after they were read. Rachel resides in the Pacific Northwest and loves
to dress up, talk about writing and books, and dance. Rachel began her writing
with young adult novels, but has since branched out into romance, of which this
is her first published piece!
 
Rachel loves to hear from her readers!
 
A Road to Nowhere by: Bink
Cummings
This hunger, these needs,
this desire–Part of me knows it’s bad, that I shouldn’t crave what I do. But
the other half doesn’t give a fuck…Join Gwen on her journey to self
discovery…. where pleasure is just the beginning.
Author Bink Cummings was born and raised part of a
biker family. Upon the incessant coercion from her sacred sisters, she has
begun her newest journey in life–writing. When she’s not shacked up in her
home writing at all hours of the night, Bink enjoys riding motorcycles, taking
care of her family, reading, and cooking huge meals–Especially her infamous
chocolate chip cookies.
 
Gun Totin’ Annie by: MariaLisa
deMora
Annie has to scramble for
answers when a club sister is brutally murdered while they were negotiating
with the local dominant MC. Domino is the handsome biker attached to that club
who seems determined to help her, but can she trust him with her grief and
fear?

 


 


Raised in the south, MariaLisa learned about the magic
of books at an early age. Every summer, with the help of a gracious librarian
who did not believe in age-restricted stacks, she would spend hours in the
local library, devouring books of every genre. Self-described as a
book-a-holic, she says “I always loved to read, then I discovered writing, and
I adored that, too. For reading … if nothing else is available, I’ve been known
to read the back of the cereal box.”
She still reads voraciously, and always has a few
books going in paperback, hardback, or on devices.
 
 
The Wild Hunt by: A.J. Downey
Nothing is what it seems.
Join The Queen of Air & Darkness on a modern take of the wild hunt of
faerie lore.
A.J. Downey is a born and raised Seattle, WA native,
and the author of the bestselling Sacred Hearts Motorcycle Club series. She
finds inspiration from her surroundings, through the people she meets and
likely as a byproduct of way too much caffeine. She has lived many places and
done many things, though mostly through her own imagination. An avid reader all
of her life, it’s now her turn to try and give back, entertaining as she has
been entertained.
You can find her:
If you want the easy button digest, as well as a bunch
of exclusive content you can’t get anywhere else, sign up for her mailing list
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Reinventing Holly by: Geri
Glenn
Holly’s monotonous life and
loveless marriage are slowly breaking her down. When her father dies, leaving
her a message of hope for her future, and more money than she knows what to do
with, Holly decides that it’s time to take her life back.
Geri Glenn is the best-selling author of Kings Of
Korruption MC Series.
Geri lives in beautiful New Brunswick, Canada. She is
a military wife, the mother of two gorgeous, but slightly crazy little girls,
and just recently was fortunate enough to quit her day job to stay home and do
what she loves most – write!




 


 


Sweet Surrender by: Sapphire
Knight
Snake’s a broken man.
Peppermint’s a strong woman. She’s just the right mix, to make his surrender
oh-so-sweet.
Sapphire’s a Texas girl who’s crazy about football.
She’s always had a love for writing, whether it’s poems or stories. She
originally studied psychology and believes that it’s added to her passion for
spinning tales.
Sapphire is the proud mom of two boys and has been
married for twelve years. When she’s not busy in her writing cave, she’s
playing with her three Doberman Pinschers. She loves to help animals and watch
a good action movie.
Connect with Sapphire:
Mail: P.O. Box 2937, Harker Heights, TX. 76548
 
Bad Boy by: Emma Lee
Angelfish has the best new
toy ever, but a possessive bitch has him wrapped around her psycho finger.
Pushing her hunky geek hard enough to let out his inner bad boy might break
him. Or it might make her fall hard.
Emma Lee is a native Californian wanderer currently
experiencing the wonder of rain in the Pacific Northwest. She loves to garden
even though she’s lousy at it, and often finds herself staring blankly while
her son discusses Minecraft. An avid reader and prolific writer all her life,
she’s recently turned to sharing the kinky, crazy stories in her head instead
of hiding them in the closet.
Taken by Vegas by: Liberty
Parker
Twenty years of longing for
your true love is a long time to wait. Wasp and Ashton reunited embark to
recreate their first wedding. Only this time around they add a little flare to
their romance. With help from their daughters, Ashton’s wedding day is special
and Wasp pulls out all the bells and whistles to make up for their lost time
together.

 

I have been an avid reader for most of my life. When I
was younger I use to sit and fill spiral notebooks full of stories for my
grandmother. As I got older I took the jobs needed for raising my boys as a
single mom until I met my now amazing husband. I have stopped working in the
last three years and started promoting authors, then I blogged and reviewed for
authors, which lead me down the path to writing and creating characters and
stories. I love creating behind the scenes with my writing getting to use my
imagination and write the story as it comes to me. My youngest is now a senior
in High School leaving me with some spare time on my hands to be filled. I am
loving the people I am meeting and the support system I have found.

 

You can find me at my home Facebook
or you can like my Author page or join my LadyOutlaws fan group.

 

 
Sign of the Gypsy Queen by:
Eric Plume
Kestrel Callahan is a
wandering gambler, a hard-bitten soul who’s always lived by the sword. Fate
deals her a wild card – a man who knows how to speak to her troubled heart, yet
has problems of his own in the form of a bitter ex who can’t let go.
Born and raised in the San Juan Islands, Eric Plume is
a lifelong resident of Washington State. He has worked in a variety of fields
ranging from construction to casino security. As the author of Margin Play, he
currently divides his time between his job as a timber framer and writing Amber
Eckart’s next adventure. He lives near Bellingham, Washington with his
girlfriend Jacquelyn in a house full of cats and computers. This is his first
foray into romance.
The Innocent Truth by: K.
Renee
I had a choice to make,
either I was going to lie down and let him win or I was going to fight back.
Nash took away everything in the blink of an eye and now he’s going to pay.
K. Renee started writing in 2015, but has loved
writing since she was young. She started writing because she couldn’t get the
stories out of her head, no matter what she did. She’s twenty-seven years old
and typically writes in her free time or on her lunch break. K. Renee works
full-time and tries to go to the gym every day. She reads constantly and has
hundreds of books she can’t wait to start.
Boy Blue by: Bibi Rizer 
Desi, a librarian with a
chequered past and a loving but sexless marriage, meets Jesse, a dreamy eyed
rent boy. With his irresistible charm, Jesse awakens the lost intimacy between
Desi and her husband.
Bibi Rizer (http://www.bibirizer.com)
is a mom, blogger, teacher and writer living in the Pacific Northwest. While
she’s been writing professionally for many years, romance and erotica are
relatively new pursuits.
Bibi likes writing about strong kinky women and brave
willing men living in realistic and imperfect worlds.
In her spare time Bibi sings Karaoke and hangs around on
film sets with child actors. Having the the firm belief that no one can be too
weird or too funny, she happily admits that most of her favorite people and
characters are both.
 
Wanting More by: Winter Travers
Ricki doesn’t want anything
to do with Brick.
The only problem is, Brick isn’t taking no for an answer.
Winter Travers is the best-selling author of the
Devil’s Knights Series and the Skid Row Kings Series. Hailing from the land of
cheese, Wisconsin, Winter is a wife, mother to one Karate kicking boy and in
between all of the madness, pursuing her dream of writing. Stay connected with
her!
 
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Blog Tour & Review: Bad Judgment by Meghan March

by Meghan March
Genres: Contemporary Romance

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Bad JUD Cover FrontHe’s so arrogant.

She’s so self-righteous.

I can’t stand him.

I want her.

He’s a distraction I don’t need.

She’ll say yes eventually because I’m not giving up.

 

Justine Porter is stuck between a rock and a stripper pole. She lost her law school scholarship, which means she has two choices to keep her life on track: strip for her tuition or tutor the most distractingly sexy guy in her class—the one she’s been turning down for two years straight. It should be an easy choice, but tutoring Ryker Grant could derail her plans to graduate with honors faster than two-for-one night at the Déjà Vu. Then again, topless has never really been her color.

She could take the easy road, just this once . . . but the deal has enough loopholes to trip anyone up.

Who knew they taught bad judgment in law school?

 

 

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“I’ve got some things I need to say to you, and you’re going to let me.”

Her brown eyes snap up to mine, surprise clear in them. “Why should I?”

“Because you’re nothing if not curious, and you want to know what I have to say.”

She steps backward, and I let my fingertips trail across her skin before they drop away. Justine adjusts the straps of her backpack on her shoulders and tucks Chewbacca into a side pocket.

“You know you want to hear the rare sound of me apologizing, don’t you?”

Justine purses her lips, and all I can think about is the dreams I had all weekend of her staring down at me from a stage while she danced and stripped. My own private show. I’m not going to admit how many times I jacked off to the mental picture. I need the real thing, and I won’t have another shot if she won’t even give me a chance to talk to her.

I don’t know what changes her mind, but she relaxes her posture and relents. “Fine. You’ve got five minutes. This better be good.”

It’s not much, but I’ll take it. I lead the way out of the classroom, slipping out the side door I used to make my unobtrusive entrance. Or at least, it was unobtrusive until I decided to share my strike-out history with the entire class at Professor Turner’s invitation.

Glancing behind me, I’m marginally surprised to see Justine actually following. I head for the third-floor doors to the library, where the private rooms are. This conversation isn’t for public consumption.

The first private room on the right is empty, so I push the door open. Justine trails me inside, and I shrug off my backpack and drop it on one of the four chairs.

She closes the door behind her and leans against it, her arms crossed over her chest. I’m guessing she wouldn’t stand that way if she realized how it draws attention to her chest. I force my eyes back to her face. I’m not about to fuck this up.

“Wow, you must really plan on groveling if you need privacy,” she says, an eyebrow raised in challenge.

“Maybe I just wanted to get you alone.”

She rolls her eyes. “And I’m already getting bored.”

“You love to bust my balls, don’t you?”

“I don’t really like to think about your balls, if you want to know the truth.”

I try on my charming smile, the one that has dropped panties for years. “I’m calling bullshit on that. You’ve thought about me at least once.”

She pushes off the door and turns halfway to reach for the handle. “And if that’s all you wanted to say, then I think we’re done here.”

“Wait.”

I’m shocked when she listens.

Justine rubs her hands over her face, her every move revealing her frustration. “You ask me out for two years, practically blackmail me into a kiss, then you blow me off completely, and now you’re all up in my business again. What the hell do you want from me?”

Her confusion punches me in the gut, making me wish I could tell her why I wasn’t there the morning I promised to help her move. It wasn’t for any reason she thinks.

I stride toward her, pressing one palm against the door beside her head. “I’m not blowing you off, and I haven’t stopped thinking about that night.”

“Then why—”

I can’t give her the explanation she wants, so I try something different.

Lowering my head, I catch the next words out of her mouth on my lips. They’re just as soft as I remember, and I drop my other hand to her hip, drawing her against me. Her fingers curl into the fabric of my T-shirt, almost reluctantly, but she’s not pushing me away.

I take her mouth, my tongue diving between her lips to taste her again—finally, but the pulsing of my dick against the zipper of my jeans forces me to back off. If I don’t, I’ll be laying her out on the table behind us, and that’s not what this is about. At least, not all of what this is about.

With her face flushed and her hair messy from my fingers, Justine shutters her expression. She’s rebuilding her walls brick by brick.

That’s not going to work for me.

“What’s it going to take, Justine?” I remember asking her the same question at the bar.

Her dark eyes fill with confusion. “What’s what going to take?” The words come out defensively.

“With you. To get a second chance. I fucked up once, but doesn’t everyone deserve another shot?”

 

 

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Review

4-star

If you are a fan of Meghan’s work you will absolutely love this new style she has written for this book.  More YA, a college romance, but still has those hot panty melting moments we are use to.

Nerdy college students keeps getting hit on by college heartthrob, will she breaks her good girl bonds and give him a chance?

The characters of Ryker and Justine are well developed and the book has you wanting to keep turning the pages to find out what will happen.  Can’t really ask for more than that.

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meghanmarchpicMeghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She’s also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she’s ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at meghanmarchbooks@gmail.com.

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Review Tour: Perv (Filth Book 1) by Dakota Gray

by Dakota Gray
Genres: Erotic Romance
Title: PERV
Series: Filth Book 1
Author: Dakota Gray
Genre: Erotica Romance (18+)
Release Date: August 23, 2016
I’m honest about what I am. You want to screw until you can’t see straight? I’m your guy. You want to experience the best oral orgasm of your life, don’t pass go and collect two-hundred dollars. Eating you for dessert is my specialty. I live for that. Skinny, average or meat on your bones, I don’t care. Blonde, brunette…white, Asian, black…

Are you pink where it counts? Then you’re my type.

I’m your guy.

For the duration of our affair, I will call you Sugar because I can’t bother to retain your name.

That’s the kind of man I am, and you will know that going in. I make sure of it.

So it’s not my fault her friend loved me, but She is going to make me pay for that.

And I’m too addicted to her taste to walk away.

**Fans of Emma Chase’s hot and humorous romance novels and Skye Warren’s dark, twisted fantasies will love Dakota Gray’s PERV.**
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I Really Enjoyed This Book, It Was Everything The Blurb Said And Then Some. This Book Is  Hot As Hell, Filthy As Sin And A Complete Joy To Read.

I So Want To Go Into More Detail But I Just Can’t. I Want You To Experience What I Did. All I Will Say Is Nate Was Just Amazing. Robyn Was Just Perfect And The Sex Was Exactly As The Title Describes. (Fans herself to cool down).

Go Buy This Fantastic Debut Novel Because My God You Won’t Be Disappointed. A Huge Thumbs Up From Me.

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“Dakota Gray’s impressive debut has it all. Obsession, revenge, sizzling chemistry, and a bad boy hero you can’t help but love. But read with caution: some scenes were so hot they damn near burned my e-reader to a crisp.” ~Lily Danes, author of SINS OF HER PAST

“Perv is sultry, seductive, and the kind of bedmate that you love to hate. You know it’s gonna rip your heart out along the way, but you just can’t help following that road anyways. And it does not disappoint. From the steaming-hot prose, to the moments of tenderness beneath the leads’ asshole facades, Perv is an addictive read hot enough to combust your kindle.” ~Katie De Long, New York Times bestselling author


 

“Since you seem to know everything about me, tell me something.”

“Tell me my name.” She raises a brow.

Fuck.

I pull a hand through my hair and figure shit is going south anyway. I lean down so my mouth is right on her earlobe. “Stealth.”

She puts a hand to my chest and laughs. “What?”

“You put your tits on the counter to get the bartender’s attention. That’s stealthy so…Stealth and Heels.”

“And or in?” There’s amusement in her tone and she hasn’t pushed me away.

“And.”

“So you’re admitting you have no idea what my name is?”

“Yup.”

To my surprise she leans into me, leaving no room between us. My cock perks to attention. Her dress is a second skin. I can pretend for a moment she’s bare against me, and though I’m not a tits man, hers are full and soft—I want to lick, bite and suck them until her eyes roll back.

She tilts her head and we’re cheek to cheek. “I know what you are, Nathan. I know what you need.”

She’s speaking words, but all I can hear in her low, sultry tone is fuck me hard. And I’m an accommodating man. “Are you going to give it to me?”

What? I’m not going to say no. Or talk her out of whatever she’s planning to do.

“You torture women, you know that, right?” The huskiness in her voice is the best friction.

“Torture?” I ask.

“Mind blowing head. And then they have to somehow live the rest of their lives cold turkey or with second best. That makes you an asshole.”

“Not my fault I’m good at what I do.”

She shifts and her skin brushes my cheek again. “It is when you know damn well the woman is looking to settle down.”

“I never lie.”

“You never turn a woman away either.”

“They’re all adults.” I don’t fuck women who need help. Genuine help. Telling her that feels too much like defending my life choices. I don’t make a woman believe I can love her. That’s cruel.

She huffs. “You have every intention of destroying her world.”

Red flashes over my vision at the accusation. “And what are you going to do about it, Sugar?”
She laughs—I’m not sure if it’s at me—and I fucking feel the sound in my every bone. “You want a taste of me, Nathan?”
Dakota Gray is the author of the Filth series. She’s a longtime romance reader and she’s not ashamed to fangirl over heroes with dirty mouths, dirtier minds and a soft heart.

Gray writes the heroes you shouldn’t take home to mom, sassy heroines and sigh-worthy happily ever afters.

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Ryan Michele’s Exclusive Scene (Ravage MC)

by Ryan Michele
Genres: MC Romance

We are so thrilled to bring you an exclusive scene from Ryan Michele, set in the world of her Ravage MC series! If you’ve ever been curious about the inner workings of a motorcycle club, and the bond between them, you do not want to miss this. Plus, the first book in the series, RAVAGE ME, is available now for free for a limited time!

 

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About RAVAGE ME

After spending the last two years stuck behind bars for a crime she didn’t commit, Harlow ‘Princess’ Gavelson’s time inside has finally come to an end, and she’s ready for revenge. Unfortunately, being the daughter to the Vice President of the Ravage Motorcycle Club cuts into her plans, as orders must be followed. Trying to settle back into this life is proving difficult when the tables are turned and the woman who framed her is out for blood. Lucky for Princess, growing up in a MC has taught her how to hold her own.

After spending years in hell overseas, Donavon ‘Cruz’ came home to lose the very thing he went into hell for, sending him to the darkest moments of his life. Joining Ravage two years ago was his safe haven, and he protects his family at all costs.

When a dark-haired bombshell struts into the club’s shop, he’s caught off guard but immediately knows she’s the one he’d do anything for. Tough as nails, and taking no crap from anyone, he’s captivated by a woman who could handle this life. Trying to meet the needs of the MC business and follow his heart proves to be difficult when the two collide, and lives are at stake.

Can these two find a way to be together, or will the needs of Ravage cost them everything, including their lives?

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“Hey, boys!” a male voice came from beside us as we filled our gas tanks.

Cruz, Tug, Rhys, Buzz, Breaker, and I got called on to this run. Pops, my father and our president, wanted extra hands on deck, so that was what he got.

We had been riding for two and a half hours, and luckily, the storms had stayed at bay. Pops almost cancelled the run when the weather guy talked about hail and damaging winds. Fortunately, shit calmed, so we took off.

“What?” Cruz snapped.

“Can I join?”

Cruz looked at me as I put the nozzle back in the holder and shook my head. The fucker was going to get his ass beat; that was what. He had on dark navy jeans, a black T-shirt, and fucking tennis shoes. The problem was that he had no dirt under his nails, and his clothes were so fucking clean there was no way he had ever even changed his own oil before. I would be surprised if the fucker even owned a bike.

“Join?” Rhys questioned, crossing his arms over his chest in that don’t-give-me-shit stance he always took.

“Yeah! Join your gang! I wanna be in.” The asshole sounded so excited you’d think he just won the fucking lottery. Sorry, out of luck.

“You high or just stupid?” Cruz asked as I looked the man up and down. He didn’t seem to get what my brother was asking. “You gotta be fucked in the head to think you have enough balls to even come over here and breathe the same air as me.”

Rhys took a step closer, and after twisting my gas cap on, I went to his back.

“First, motherfucker, we aren’t a fuckin’ gang. We’re a club, a fuckin’ family. Second, we don’t take bitches off the fuckin’ streets. Third, your punk-ass couldn’t hang with us if you tried,” Rhys sneered between clenched teeth. The fucker was going to blow if we didn’t step in.

I went shoulder to shoulder with Rhys, feeling the anger pumping off of him. I swore I saw the guy in front of us shake a bit, but he covered it quickly by straightening his back. Stupid, stupid man.

“I could, too,” he argued.

“You want us to beat you in? That’s what we do: beat the ever-loving shit out of you, and if you survive, you’re in. You die, you’re in a coffin,” I told him, which made him pale.

“Aw, GT, you scared the little man,” Cruz chastised.

Now, for sure, the guy shook.

“You be-beat people in?” he asked.

“Yep, now get the fuck out of here and don’t let us see your face again,” Tug threw in.

The guy turned and took off at a clipped pace, trying to hold on to some of his man card. Too late for that shit.

I listened for the sound of pipes and nothing. What I did see was a small Honda Civic with the asshole in it, driving away as fast as possible.

“What the fuck?” Rhys growled. “Like we’d ever have his ass as a hang-around. Fuck no.”

“That fucker wouldn’t last a day as a hang-around, let alone a fuckin’ prospect,” Buzz said with a tip of his lip.

“You’d know, fucker,” I responded, giving him a shoulder bump as I walked by.

“Some of that shit you had us do was whacked, but we fuckin’ did it with smiles on our goddamned faces,” Buzz fired back, looking at Tug who smirked.

“Fuck, yeah. Still, I say the worst was when Dagger and Rhys went back-to-back in the shitter and blew that fucker up.” Tug shook his head in disgust.

“Damn, we all had to pitch in on that shit,” the ever quiet Breaker said.

I chuckled. “Fuck, man, that’s nothin’.” My mind reeled back to my time as a prospect. “Party night at the clubhouse. Bitches drinking, partying—everything. Somehow, the gallon of dip we served was bad. You want to talk bad? Fuckin’ puke and shit everywhere, brother. I mean … everywhere. Not a single place in the clubhouse didn’t get covered. Took me fuckin’ weeks to get that shit cleaned up.” I shook my head. “And all I wanted that night was pussy.”

“Damn, I assumed they were easy on ya, being Pops’ son and all,” Tug said.

I wanted to fucking laugh.

“Brother, you got it fuckin’ easy compared to me. I had to prove so much. Just because I’m blood to Pops, it didn’t mean shit.”

“Damn.” Breaker shook his head.

“It’s not sacrifice, brother; it’s family. You do what you gotta do for family.” Cruz slapped me on the back then put his arm around me. “Even if that means cleanin’ up piss, shit, and puke.”

“Right. I’d do it again in a fuckin’ heartbeat, too,” I responded.

“Same,” several of the guys said in unison as we all walked back to our bikes.

No way would that fucker keep us from where we needed to be.

“I’m just happy Derek’s cleaning up the shit right now,” Buzz joked, talking about our new prospect.

“Fuck, yeah,” Tug agreed.

We saddled up.

“And we’re not takin’ on any more guys at the moment,” Rhys added.

“Let’s ride, brothers,” Dagger said.

Ride hard and free.

 

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Ryan Michele found her passion in making fictional characters come to life. She loves being in an imaginative world where anything is possible and has a knack for special twists readers don’t see coming.

She writes MC, Contemporary, Erotic, Paranormal, New Adult, Inspirational, and many more romances. And whether it’s bikers, wolf shifters, mafia, or beyond, Ryan spends her time making sure her heroes are strong and her heroines match them at every turn.

When she isn’t writing, Ryan is a mom and wife living in rural Illinois and reading by her pond in the warm sun.

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New Release: Blind by Xavier Neal

by Xavier Neal
 
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Aside from being blind to the fact his best friend, Maxx Hughes, is madly in love with him, Logan ‘Unbreakable’ Kellar has it made. He’s the best amateur fighter at TKO, has a buffet line of women desperate to be taken by him, and three friends that are his family. However, when Maxx crosses over from Logan’s blind spot on the side lines to the dead center of his vision, he realizes that he can’t stay blind to the fact this girl, is the girl.
 
 




 
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I  Really Enjoyed This Short But Fast Paced, Hot, Funny and Witty Read, This Book Isn’t Full Of Sex, It’s About 2 People Whom Really Refuse To Tell Each Other About Their True Feelings.

I Enjoyed The Cat And Mouse Aspect Of This Book As Well, It’s A Quick Book And The Need To Find Out How It All Unfolds, Which Then I Found Myself Buying The Rest To Know What Happens.

I Refuse To Give Anything Else Away, All That’s Left To Say Is Go Buy This Great Book.

 
 
 

Blear (A Senses Series Companion Novel)Release Date: September 3rd, 2016

Aside from convincing his three year old daughter the importance of eating vegetables and his older son the necessity of space in relationships, retired MMA world champ, Logan “Unbreakable” Kellar, has one important goal in life right now, and that’s making sure his pregnant wife knows how much he loves her. However, when their family vacation takes several unexpected turns, unforeseen decisions will have to be made. Will Logan be able to take the sucker punches life throws or will everything he knows as family become just a blear?

 
 
 
 
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New Release: Stepdaddy Savage by Charleigh Rose

by Charleigh Rose

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Stepdaddy Savage is a smutty Taboo novella featuring an over-the-top alpha. Read at your own risk.


You do not say no to Graham Savage, because Graham Savage doesn’t ask. Just like his name suggests, he takes, and right now, he believes I’m his.
He is a cold, calculated, ruthless, formidable Irish mobster, and… my step-dad.

Regardless of the fact that it’s nothing more than a business transaction, he’s technically married to my mom. Even still, I find myself scared to be caught, yet even more terrified of being cut loose.

They say love is like a butterfly…well, we are about to prove to the world that it’s also like a punch in the face. Sometimes inevitable…and always painful.

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Care to explain what the fuck you’re doing in my club?” He leans on his desk, looking casual yet somehow frightening. His eyes, green like lime, shine with a hint of danger in them, and his lips purse.
“I wanted to…I dunno, to unwind. Have some fun.” I shrug, looking down.
“Be specific,” he orders.
“I wanted to drink and dance,” I admit through gritted teeth, feeling myself blushing again and hating myself for it. “And Jersey is small and I didn’t want to bump into my usual high school crowd. All the seniors are going to stupid house parties, which I don’t like. I knew I could probably sneak into this place because it’s so…” Full of underage bimbos, I’m tempted to add, but I don’t. “It’s New York,” I heave a sigh, shrugging with one shoulder.
“I knew we’d eventually get in somewhere.”
“Drink and dance?” he repeats coldly.
I doubt Graham has ever danced. I know he drinks but he seems to be too icy and calculated to do something as fun as dancing. I offer a little nod, feeling a tad less scared but a lot more intrigued. He turns to the wall behind his desk. There are long shelves full of expensive liquor behind his desk. They cover up the whole goddamn wall, to be exact. With his hands knotted behind his back, he examines the liquor like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world before plucking one full bottle of scotch. He takes out four shot glasses from the drawer in his desk and places them in a straight line. After which he unscrews the cap and pours the alcohol into all of them with the skill of a bartender.
I flinch. Is he going to get drunk in front of me just to show me that he can and I can’t? What a douche.
A hot douche, my brain corrects, quite unnecessarily.
He is my step-dad. I shouldn’t even think about it.
“What song did you say was playing? The one I should have my DJ fired for?”
Oh, shit. He is definitely smirking. And hot damn, he has a dimple. Just the one, on his left cheek. He is so perfectly imperfect. This is not looking good for me. I’ve lived with this man for three years and I’ve only just noticed that he has one dimple. I love dimples, goddammit.
“My Boo by Ghost Town.” I swallow. I actually really like that song, but it’s so nineties.
Graham plops down on his executive chair and rolls himself toward the giant Apple screen. He taps his keyboard a few times before the familiar song starts blasting through his speakers. Then, he leans back on his chair and stares at me closely.
“What?” I ask, knowing that my eyes are wide and that I look, in all probability, like a deer caught in headlights.
“Dance. Drink.” He moves one of the full shot glasses across the desk and in my direction, some of the liquid spilling over the expensive oak. “That’s what you’re here for, no?”

 

 

 

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A secret duo of romance authors who teamed up for the sake of fun, sexy smut. Our philosophy:

1. Our heroes should always be so alpha, you won’t be able to read them in public.

2. Heroines will always be sassy, strong and take zero sh*t from their men.

3. Taboo, dark, twisted, weird, bizarre and original. We won’t give you what you’ve already seen a million times before.

4. The sex will be explicit, hot, smutty completely insane. Make sure your door is closed and you have a toy around when you read us.


We’re dedicated to fulfilling your fantasies and to having fun with each other. We created this pen name so we can play around with our readers and each other (naughty naughty). Buckle up and join the ride!

 

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Excerpt Reveal: The Bachelor Auction by Rachel Van Dyken

by Rachel Van Dyken

We have your first look at THE BACHELOR AUCTION releasing on October 4 and we can guarantee, you do not want to miss the first book in this brand new series from Rachel Van Dyken!

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TheBachelorAuction11_RGB300 (1)Cinderella never had to deal with this crap.

 

Jane isn’t entirely sure that Cinderella got such a raw deal. Sure, she had a rough start but didn’t she eventually land a prince and a happily-ever-after? Meanwhile, Jane is busy waiting on her demanding, entitled sisters, running her cleaning business, and . . . yep, not a prince in sight. That is, until a party and a broken shoe incident leave Jane wondering if princes—or at least, a certain deliciously hunky billionaire—maybe do exist.

Except Brock Wellington isn’t anyone’s dream guy. A prince would never agree to be auctioned off in marriage to the highest bidder. Or act like an arrogant jerk—even if that is just a façade. Now, as Brock is waiting for the auction chopping block, he figures it’s karmic retribution that he’s tempted by a sexy, sassy woman he can’t have. But while he and Jane may not get a fairy tale ending, maybe they can indulge in a little bit of fantasy . . .

 

 

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Thick wavy auburn hair fell in disarray over his forehead. It was lush, shiny, perfect. Were guys born with hair like that? Or was his somehow chemically engineered? His full lips pressed together in a secret smile as the equally handsome man next to him said something, then erupted in laughter.

The first man stiffened, then shook his head. His broad shoulders seemed to grow tight as a drum. A slight tic in his jaw was the only clue that he was irritated or maybe outright angry.

And then his shoulders slumped as he was handed another drink and then another.

Nervous. He must be nervous. But what could a man like that possibly have to be nervous about?

He easily towered over most of the men in attendance. Suddenly his posture changed, then he smiled.

Jane felt her mouth drop open in shock.

Dazzling.

He was…like a duke or a lord or a prince from a storybook. Clearly, she read too many romance novels, but his entire presence demanded attention; screamed authority, importance, and sex. Lots and lots of sex.

Yes, his virility was a tangible thing, as if she could reach out and grasp it with her fingertips.

“What are you doing?” Esmeralda yelled in her right ear, interrupting her blatant sexual fantasy about a complete stranger. Great. That’s what her life had come to. And sadly? It was the most fun she’d had all night.

Jane turned to Esmeralda, prayed for patience, and answered. “Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“You’re so boring.” Esmeralda rolled her eyes. “No wonder you got dumped.”

Another fun fact? Esmeralda was mean when she was drunk.

The reminder of the breakup burned like acid.

It had been a year ago, not that it mattered. It still hurt that the last guy she’d dated had told her that although she was cute, she wasn’t really doing it for him anymore.

Right. Doing it.

Maybe that was because she hadn’t done anything for him or with him, and he found that lacking. But they’d only dated for a few weeks. Did normal girls do that? Put out after a few weeks? Apparently.

She wasn’t normal.

But if that was normal, maybe she was better off being strange.

“Jane, are you even listening to me?” Esmeralda whined. “Essence needs you to dance next to her for a bit. I’m tired and tipsy. I want to sit. Plus your dress blends in enough that it won’t take attention away from her.”

No way. What? What had she just said?

Jane wrapped her arms around her middle. “I’m sorry, what?”

Without warning, Esmeralda grabbed Jane’s hand and jerked her toward the dance floor, causing Jane to lose her footing and crash directly into Esmeralda’s back. Then, like a domino, she slammed back into Essence.

Jane opened her mouth to shout out an apology, but Esmeralda was already too drunk to listen to reason. With determination in her eyes, she reached for the pearls at Jane’s neck but grabbed the fabric of the dress instead.

Her poorly sewn dress ripped instantly, causing the fabric to slink past her strapless bra. A diagonal slit split up her thigh almost all the way to her hip. In an effort to cover herself, she took a step and tripped, thanks to her clunky shoes.

And then she fell to the floor.

Hard.

Her sisters watched in horror—but neither of them offered a hand. They were probably kicking themselves for forcing her to come. Esmeralda leaned over but missed Jane’s shoulder by a mile, grabbing her hair and giving it a tug, which only made Jane wince harder.

Both sisters were completely tanked.

And she was less than two minutes away from being trampled by the other sweaty bodies around her.

She glanced up.

And into the eyes of the man she’d just been lusting after.

Oh God, the humiliation was complete.

That one glance told her he’d seen it all. She swallowed back the thickness building in her throat. Of course the only time he’d notice her would be when she’d ripped her dress and nearly took out a few guests on her way down to the dance floor.

The crowd gathered around her.

And the sexy man disappeared—probably off in search of a girl with perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfect clothes.

She really should have stayed home.

Tears filled her eyes as a heel pressed into her right hand. With a jerk she tugged her hand free, struggling to get up to stand on her wobbly feet, when suddenly she was pulled to a standing position and then swept up in strong arms.

Jane’s eyes were still so blurry from unshed tears she couldn’t make out the man’s face as he carried her out of the crowd.

He smelled like heaven.

She fought the insane urge to press her face against his chest and just…close her eyes.

Because he felt safe.

Pathetic, when a stranger’s arms provided more safety than her own family. And yet he felt…right.

In a world where things for the past ten years had felt so wrong.

He felt right.

Maybe she’d had too much champagne.

 

 

 

 

rachelborderRachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she’s not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.

She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!

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