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Happy Release Day to Samantha Towle and her new standalone REVVED! You will LOVE Carrick Ryan!!! #BreakTheRules #ToTheLimit 

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Race car mechanic Andressa “Andi” Amaro has one rule—no dating drivers. With a good reason behind the rule, she has no plans on breaking it.

Carrick Ryan is the bad boy of Formula One. With a face and body that melts panties on sight, and an Irish lilt that leaves women on their knees, begging for more. He races hard and parties harder. The youngest driver to ever sign with F1, he’s still at the top of his game five years later, breaking hearts on and off the tracks.

When Andi is offered her dream job working in the glamorous world of F1, she leaves her home in Brazil, positive she can handle working for Carrick. But she’s not prepared for the off-the-chart sparks that fly the moment they meet.

Now, Andi has a crush on the one man she can’t have, and her resolve is about to be put to the test, because Carrick has decided he wants Andi, and he plans on testing her to the very limit…

I run my fingertips over the blue-and-silver paintwork as I walk toward the back end. Bending over, I start poking around, taking a look at the engine.

“Please tell me that you’re my birthday present.”

The Irish drawl has the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end.

I turn my head to find Carrick Ryan standing behind me.

Oh. Wow.

He’s definitely better looking in the flesh than on television. I knew he was attractive. But blonds aren’t usually my thing. I’m more of a dark-hair-and-dark-eyes kind of girl.

But his dirty-blond hair, blue eyes laced with sin, and full lips—the kind of lips you spend hours sucking on—and that chiseled jaw decorated with stubble…yep, it all seems to be working for me. Well, my body anyway. Definitely not my head. Man-sluts are not my thing.

My eyes meet with his as he lifts them from blatantly staring at my arse. The look in them hits me straight in the gut, surprising the hell out of me. His eyes are profoundly blue and filled with heat. My skin starts to prickle as his intense stare burns me up.

I’ve never had such an instant visual reaction to a man before.

Fuck.

Take it easy, Andi. This isn’t a problem. You’ve met good-looking men before. You can turn this off. Drivers are a no-go area, especially ones you work for.

My job is too important to lose over a man.

Straightening, I turn to face him.

“Hello,” I say in my most confident and formal voice.

I get nothing back, and that’s because he hasn’t heard me. He’s too busy staring at my breasts.

Typical man.

I have the sudden urge to punch him in his handsome face.

But I won’t because I’m a professional. I’ll handle this in the best way I know when it comes to dealing with pervy dickheads like him.

“It’s your birthday?” I say sweetly, my smile a little on the flirtatious side.

He grins. “It sure is, and it’s definitely looking up now that you’re here. Are you going to make it extra special for me, sugar?”

He thinks he’s about to get lucky.

Far from it. Smarmy twat.

I tilt my head to the side, keeping the flirty smile on my face, as I walk up to him until there’s very little space between us. I press my fingers to his chest. God, that’s firm. I can feel the ridge of his muscles underneath my fingertips.

He’s tall, too, a good few inches higher than my five-nine. I’d say he’s six-one, which is tall for a driver, but he’s lean. He needs to be to fit into those cars. I bet, under those clothes of his, there’s nothing but toned muscle. Drivers have to be seriously fit, and Carrick Ryan certainly ticks that box on both counts.

Now, I’m imagining him naked. Great. Just fucking great.

I force my focus back to the now. “Well…” I lean in closer to him, hearing him suck in a sharp breath. I lower my voice as I whisper, “If you ever call me sugar again, you won’t see your next birthday. That’s for sure.”

He tilts his head back in amusement. “Feisty. I like it.”

I take a step back, dropping my hand from his chest. “There’s nothing here for you to like.”

His eyes run the length of me, lingering on my legs, the lusty look firing in them again. “I see plenty to like. Jesus…your legs go on forever.”

I wish I had something to hide my legs behind. Instead, I fold my arms to bring his focus up. “I’m not your type.”

Lifting his eyes back to mine, he gives me a confident smile. “Amazing arse. Great stems. Awesome rack. Beautiful face. Yep”—he nods—“you’re definitely my type.”

New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal and international bestselling author Samantha Towle began her first novel in 2008 while on maternity leave. She completed the manuscript five months later and hasn't stopped writing since.

She has written contemporary romances, THE MIGHTY STORM, WETHERING THE STORM, TAMING THE STORM and TROUBLE.

She has also written paranormal romances, THE BRINGER and the ALEXANDRA JONES SERIES, all penned to tunes of The Killers, Kings of Leon, Adele, The Doors, Oasis, Fleetwood Mac, and more of her favourite musicians.

A native of Hull and a graduate of Salford University, she lives with her husband, Craig, in East Yorkshire with their son and daughter.

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NAUGHTY KING BY MICHELLE A. VALETINE

We're excited to bring you the Release of Michelle A. Valentine's Naughty King! Naughty King is part one in her three part sexy, erotic, Manhattan Fairytale Serial! This is one King who ALWAYS gets his way and one you definitely need to meet! Be sure to scroll all the way to the bottom for a surprise; we have the cover for book two in this serial to show you, Feisty Princess!




About Naughty King

The King Always Gets His Way.
Women, business, pleasure: When I want it, I get it.
I’m never denied.
Including her.
I will break her.
I will show her who the king of this city really is.
The Feisty Princess of Manhattan will learn I am not a man that can be tempted.
No matter how fucking bad I want her in my bed.

**Book One in a Three Part Erotic Romance Series.**

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ASHLEY'S 5 STAR REVIEW:

Naughty King is very naughty....

Alexander King shows everyone who is boss from the beginning, including new secretary Margo Buchanan. 

Margo wants to save her fathers company but King is too smart and always a few steps ahead. What neither one expected was the electricity bouncing off each other whenever they were together. Both intrigued by one another, both standing up and refusing to back down. Until one business trip to Las Vegas, and everything changes. 

King and Margo have superb chemistry, from the minute she first walks into his office. Yes, this is a typical alpha male story, but one with a princess who refuses to back down. Of course, my favorite character has to be Yamada. King's business partner and long time friend, who encourage Margo to pursue King. He is the comic relief when tension runs high. 

And his ending line in the book will make readers frustrated, because it is an epic cliffhanger. I can't wait for Feisty Princess, Part Two of this sexy serial. 

About Michelle

New York Times Best Selling author Michelle A. Valentine is a Central Ohio nurse turned author of erotic and New Adult romance. Her love of hard-rock music, tattoos and sexy musicians inspires her naughty characters.
Book teasers and excepts can be found on her website: http://www.michelleavalentine.com

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New Release ~ La Cosa Nostra, This Thing of Ours by Amie Nichols

Happy Release Day to Amie Nichols!

La Cosa Nostra, This Thing of Ours (a contemporary romance standalone novel) is live!

Blurb:

Harper Troy, like most students, was working her way through college barely making it by. She hears about an opening at a well known gentlemen’s club, The Guardian, ran by a very well known Chicago Family, the Tarseta’s. Even though the uniform is very revealing and the other waitresses are catty bitches, the money is worth it.
Until she meets the youngest Tarseta, Liam. He’s Chicago’s most eligible bachelor and drop dead gorgeous. She feels an instant attraction. Being a known playboy, Harper fights the attraction and his advances.
Liam has his eyes on Harper the moment he sees her. Being different and not falling for his charms, he is determined to break her down. But Harper refuses to be another notch on his bed post.
Just when Liam is breaking down Harper’s barriers, he learns some shocking news that changes everything. Can he make her see they are meant to be together, or will he lose her forever?

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About Amie

I live in Iowa with my amazing, supportive husband. He is my rock and my king, and treats me like all woman should be treated. (Like a spoiled Queen.)
I have two miniature dachshund's that are my babies, and they love to keep me company when I am writing away on my next WIP.
I'm about to publish my 6th book, and can hardly believe how my life has changed. I'm called an author, and still can't believe it. I've have met some amazing woman on my journey so far, and have learned so much. (Sometimes the hard way.) I've been like a sponge soaking up all the information I can on how the publishing world works. It's been a rollercoaster ride so far with its ups and its downs.
No matter what, I will never regret anything I've done. You can't succeed if you don't try, and if you don't try you won't succeed. One of my favorite quotes "If the dream is big enough the facts don't matter".
Some other info about me, I love my family, friends, wine and anything caffeinated. I also love writing HEA. For the same reason I won't watch a movie that I know will make me cry, (with the exception of Steel Magnolias) I will never write a book without a HEA. There might be a few twists and turns, a cliffhanger or two. But ultimately my stories will leave you feeling warm and fuzzy inside. For me, reading is entertainment, a way to escape this crazy insane world. If a book leaves me feeling sad, mad or gut wrenched, it is not for me. There is enough gut-wrenching sadness in this world, I don't need to read about it too.
I started writing 3 years ago, and have no plans on stopping. So keep your eye on me because with the help of some amazing people and my wonderful fans, this girl is going to be on the New York Times best selling list someday.

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Model: Joey Skundrich

Photographer: Ray Feather Photography

Cover Designer: Book Cover By Design

Release Date: July 26, 2014

Synopsis

Change, simple for some, life altering for others.

Steve Zotto made a drastic decision in his life, one that was meant to create a fresh start. After years of addiction, he finally realized that the life he was living was either going to kill him or someone else. Too many painful memories cursed him, pulled him away from his family and destroyed everything he had....including the love of his life.

He was willing to become a new man, a good son and a faithful husband....but was it too late?

The day he chose to move on was the day fate took over. Dealing with the events that lead him to were he now was he found that there was only one person that could make him whole. During his struggles he found help in his art, the ink that burned an inspiring message into the flesh of his clients.

His life was changing, he was changing and the future he was longing for was now a vision worth reaching for.

No longer will the curse of his past haunt him, fate has played its hand and he's found himself all in.

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Model: Ben McKee

Photographer: Michael Meadows

Cover Designer: Book Cover By Design

Release Date: July 18, 2014

Synopsis 

Christian Jack has been tattered and abused his entire life. Being repeatedly placed in and ripped out of foster homes during his childhood, he’s never had a family to call his own. No one has ever shown him love, compassion, or the support he desperately needs. All he’s ever wanted was to be a part of something bigger, something better. 

Driving home from work one morning, he stops into a local diner for a quick bite to eat. Sitting alone, feeling deflated, a complete stranger walks in and changes his world in the blink of an eye. The instant connection he feels toward her is like nothing he's ever experienced. Wanting so much from this mysterious woman, he can’t help but to see her in his every thought and dream. 

When an unexpected tragedy reunites them, it would be unbearable to him to push away the connection he feels for her. She’s everything he’s ever wanted and needed, but is she enough to turn his Cursed Heart into the man he needs to be for her?

About the Author

t. h. snyder (1979) was born in Allentown, Pennsylvania. For six years she worked in the field of higher education while earning her Bachelor and Master Degrees in Management from University of Phoenix. She's a single mother to two children. She became an avid reader in spring of 2012 and since has read over 250 books. Her genre of interest ranges from Romance to thrilling Paranormal. This is more than just a hobby for her, it's a passion to read the words of great authors and bring life to their stories with her reviews and character castings. She started writing her first novel in June of 2013 and is anxious to see where this journey takes her!!

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Title: RYKER

Author: Joanne Schwehm

Release Date: July 8, 2014

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DUE TO SEXUAL CONTENT AND LANGUAGE 18+ RECOMMENDED.

Sex, drums, and denial; three things that Ryker Jeffries excels at.

Ryker buries himself in music and insignificant women, all part of his plan to keep the woman who owns his heart free from his tainted past and his darkest secret. But pretending not to want her has never been easy.

Loyalty, honesty, and desire for Ryker; three things that Faith Bishop excels at.

Excited about her future, Faith looks forward to finally living life on her terms. Intelligent and realistic, she knows the women who steal Ryker’s attention are all of the things she will never be. But wanting him has never been a choice.

Will he be able to resist her, or will he finally cave to his desires? Will she be able to handle his past, or will it shatter her?

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The ache in my chest grew. Placing my hands on her face, I whispered, “I’m sorry.”

I brought my lips toward hers and looked in her eyes. She was right about everything. I saw the innocence in her eyes, and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t ruin her. Her warm breath caressed my mouth, and I inhaled her air so I could always have some of her with me. 

Family and friends are the most important things to Joanne. She enjoys meeting new people, traveling, reading, relaxing on a beach and shopping. She has an addiction to Coffee and Diet Coke; you may want to stand clear if she hasn't had her daily intake!

Writing has been something that has been private and not shared until the day she decided to publish Unexpected Chance. Waking up one morning to the voices of Alex Logan and Aubrey Ryan changed everything!!

She is an avid sports fan especially when it comes to the New York Yankees. She also enjoys playing and watching golf.

She firmly believes when that unexpected chance comes, take it. Don't let it pass you by. You never know what you could be missing.

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Title: Final Stand

Author: Rose Garcia

Series: The Transhuman Chronicles #2

Genre: Young Adult, Paranormal Romance

Published: March 24th, 2014

Dominique is still alive after killing Tavion, the Tainted who's hunted her for lifetimes. Yet her protectors still fear for her life. They force her to flee Houston and abandon the friends she loves. But they can't protect her from herself. When Dominique starts hearing Tavion's voice in her head, she realizes that her personal connection to the Tainted still exists. And when her car is ambushed, she discovers another frightening truth—someone close to her is a traitor.



Desperate for answers, Dominique seeks the aid of first lifers Trent and Infiniti. With their help, she hopes to find her new enemy. But things get complicated with Trent because of her emotional pull toward Farrell, and even more complicated when the whispers in her head threaten her loved ones. Determined to live, Dominique decides to make a final stand against the forces that want to end her. For good.

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Rose Garcia is a lawyer turned writer who's always been fascinated by science fiction and fantasy. From a very young age, she often had her nose buried in books about other-worlds, fantastical creatures, and life and death situations. More recently she's been intrigued by a blend of science fiction and reality, and the idea that some supernatural events are, indeed, very real. Fueled by her imagination, she created The Transhuman Chronicles--a series of books about people who have overcome human limitations.

Rose lives in Houston with her husband and two kids. You can visit Rose at www.rosegarciabooks.com

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New Release ~ Anchor Line by Dawne Walters

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Anchor Line: A stable line attached to the aircraft to which you attach your static line to, before jumping out of the aircraft.

SSG Conrad Renner was your typical single Soldier. He was in line for promotion; his professional life was in line. He was the Platoon Sergeant that all of the young Soldiers wanted to learn from, an Airborne Jump Master with a bronze star on his jump wings for his combat jump into Iraq, with additional deployments to Afghanistan too. His service record and reputation were impeccable.

His personal life was a mix of women, strip clubs, and the shooting range where he shot his own arsenal of weapons. Conrad was a Dominant at the local underground Club Messosotto. He'd fill in as Dungeon Master when the 'Messo' needed him on weekends. He was the number one Dominant to teach Submissives.

Addie Marshall was the daughter of one of the favorite Post Command Sergeant Majors. Although, not everyone knew she worked in Personnel on Fort Bragg, there were some who did. After losing her boyfriend Charles to a training accident during an airborne jump, she swore she'd never date an airborne Soldier again.

SSG Renner had come into her office a few times before to update his records. This last time, he was more candid than he'd ever been before. So Addie turns his appointment into a battle of wits and snarky comments. Conrad wants to teach Addie to be his submissive. Through a deployment to Afghanistan and his move to Vicenza, Italy, Conrad gives Addie homework: to learn what she can about a D/s relationship before she comes to visit.

When things get to the wire, Addie wants the exclusivity that Conrad said he wasn't sure he could give anyone, including her. He's ready to jump but not sure if he can. Will Addie become his Anchor Line?

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Author Bio:

Dawn was born into an Air Force family and lived in Europe for the majority of youth. In School, she excelled at Soccer the way the Europeans play. After graduation, she headed back to the US.

Her love of writing came about when she lived in Spain, where she started her first journal in the wonderful city of Grenada. Twenty journals and several countries later, Dawne still keeps a journal and jots down little things.

Her family retired in Albuquerque, NM, Dawne started college for journalism, and started writing for an internet based hockey magazine called "In the Crease" featuring the New Mexico Scorpions.

Still trying to find her nitch in life, Dawne joined the Army after much conversation with her brother who had signed up to go back in a few months before. With family supporting her decision to join the Army, Dawne went into the medical corps and has even deployed to Iraq.

Now medically retired, she works to assist the Soldiers at Fort Benning, Georgia and writes in her 'off' time.

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TEASER TUESDAY ~ EMILY SNOW "UNCOVERED" RELEASING AUGUST 8TH

“Are you sure you want to go through with this, Gemma?” my closest friend implored for the second time since stepping foot in my new apartment a couple minutes ago. Seated a few inches from me on the black leather ottoman with her elbows on her thighs, Pen sifted her fingers through her mess of thick brown hair before releasing it to fall around the brilliant peacock tattoos gracing her pale shoulders. “It’s not too late to back down.”
I shook my head. “This is something I have to do for myself.”
Besides, she was wrong—it was too late. It had been ever since I received the call six months ago. “Everything you know about your story, your father’s story, is a lie. It’s up to you to uncover it all.” That was the only thing the caller—a man—said to me. No name, no further explanation, nothing more before hanging up. At first I’d shrugged it off as a joke, one of my regulars that I’d provided with my personal number or a pissed-off former flame, but once the surprise dissipated enough for me to think clearly, I did a reverse lookup. The ominous caller had probably banked on me doing this; he wanted me to have the number, so I’d find out whom it belonged to.
That whom turned out to be Emerson & Taylor. The fashion company.
And once upon a time, before his death fourteen years ago, Emerson & Taylor belonged to my father.
My caller had gotten his wish because his words ignited something within me—that frenzied need for closure that I’d somehow shoved to the far corners of my mind. For days, weeks, the memory of his voice was a constant distraction, a weight on my body and mind. And although I’d promised myself long ago that I was over all things concerning my father, I soon found that nothing could stop me from digging around in my history … his history.
Not even Penelope Connelly.
Four months ago, when I finally broke down and told her about the call from Emerson & Taylor, I hadn’t planned to ask for her help or advice.
But then she pointed out what had happened the last time I attempted to contact my dad’s third, and final, wife Margaret. I was sixteen at the time, my father had been dead for close to nine years, and I’d just lost my mom. Maybe I’d hoped to have some semblance of normality with my stepmother—I was fragile and young and woefully ignorant—but I wasn’t given the opportunity to meet her. Instead, I faced a lawyer who told me three things that would stick with me for years and probably many more to come:
My name was nowhere in my father’s will, and I should’ve been well aware of the fact; I was more than welcome to contest that will, but I’d quickly feel the crushing reality of all the legal fees; and finally, Margaret wanted absolutely nothing to do with me.
Even seven years later, remembering those words had scorched a hole into my chest, but Pen had quickly pulled me from that dark place. “I think I have an idea,” she’d told me, her expression thoughtful as she leaned into me so nobody else in the crowded bar might hear. Her solution was simple—she would get me directly into Emerson & Taylor.
She would bypass their security system and add me as a new hire, taking care of everything from the background check to a squeaky-clean work history that didn’t include naked concierge. And she’d make me a temporary identity with a single purpose.
Uncover. Expose. And get the hell out of there.
Except now, I got the impression Pen was having second thoughts. Why else would she have made the three-hour trip from Sin City to LA first thing this morning?
“I understand if you can’t help me,” I spoke up, my voice barely audible. She’d already done so much for me that I’d be fucked up to shove my hand out for more. Scooting forward on the couch, I covered her fingers with mine and gave them a squeeze. “I know how angry Linc will be if he finds out you’re hacking again.”
At the mention of her older brother, Pen jerked out of my grip and narrowed her slate blue eyes in warning. “Don’t even go there, Gem. The only way Linc will find out anything is if you tell him. Trust me, I’m like Lisbeth Salander and Neal Caffrey mixed up in one big-boobed package. I’m not worried at all—at least not about myself.”
My eyebrow jerked up. “Neal Caffrey and Lisbeth Salander?” I purposely ignored addressing her worries. Combined with my own, they were probably enough to do me in.
“They’re— You know what? They don’t matter right now.” Hooking her hand around my toned upper arm, Pen drew us both to our full heights—mine just a couple inches shy of her five-foot-six. Since we became friends, it had been a running joke between us that she’s always two ahead of me—two months older, two cup sizes bigger, and two inches taller.
“What matters is that you need to pick up your badge from E&T’s security desk, then you need to march your ass to HR and—.”
I froze. “You hacked my email,” I groaned, palming the bridge of my nose for a few seconds. “Dammit, Pen, really?”
She took a step backwards, lifting her hands defensively, her thin silver bangles clanging together. “Calm your tits, woman. I just logged into the Lizzie email—I mean, I set it up, remember?” At my slow nod, she continued, “Look, I’m just staying in the loop … if you still want to go through with it, of course.”
“I knew that was coming again.” Darting around her, I strode around the couch and across my living room toward the front door, my black Michael Kors pumps a heavy drum on the laminate planks. Time was not on my side this morning, and arguing with Pen about privacy wouldn’t do a thing to help that.
Pausing in front of the wrought iron and glass table in the foyer, I gripped the edges for support and glanced up at the mirror hanging slightly lopsided directly in front of me. I caught Pen’s reflection—her arms crossed tightly over her chest and her red lips worked together in a frown—and plastered on a confident smile.
“Whenever you ask me if I’m still going through with working at E&T to get closer to Margaret, you must already know I’m going to counter with this: I have to get into that company. I haven’t gotten shit done since I received that call, and I won’t accomplish anything else until I get this out of my system.”
“Just wanted to make sure.” Resigned, she threw herself on the couch and grabbed the remote from the edge of the ottoman. “You can do this.”
“I can. It will be simple,” I said under my breath while I examined my appearance one final time. Though I looked nothing like the child my father essentially abandoned when he tired of my mom, nor the girl who’d gone searching for answers seven years ago, I still felt that Margaret would be able to spot me from a mile away. As if she’d immediately see through the bull to find the word IMPOSTOR scribbled all over me—from the blond waves that I’d worked into a sleek ponytail, to my heart-shaped face with its small nose and full cheeks, and finally my eyes. Amber brown and surrounded by darkness—liner and mascara and the smudges beneath them from lack of sleep—they betrayed me. My eyes look … terrified.
For good reason.
If this ended badly, if I was found out, so much ugly would be unleashed I couldn’t even stand to think about it.
Smoothing back a nonexistent stray wisp of platinum hair, I spun away from the mirror to face Pen, fisting my hands by my side. She glanced up from the early morning talk show. “You have this. Get in there—”
“And take that bitch down,” I finished breathlessly.
“That’s my girl. I’ll stick around for the day just in case you need me.” Nodding at my appreciative look, she began to return her attention to the TV, but then she stopped me just before I left the apartment, her words temporarily rooting me to my spot. “You’re not Gemma here. Don’t forget that. You’re Lizzie.”
My name is Lizzie Connelly, not Gemma Emerson.
Gemma Emerson doesn’t exist—at least not where Lizzie is concerned.
Clearing the lump of hysteria from the back of my throat, I bobbed my head briskly. “It’ll be simple.”
As I left the seaside apartment to find my leased Mini Cooper, I continued to tell myself that. It’ll be simple. I just need answers. Simple.
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