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Ties That Bind by Poppy Flynn (@PoppyFlynn1)

Ties that BindBlurb

Luanna Morgan has worked hard to brush off the stigma and scandal of being a single teenage mother. These days, she is better known for her calm composure and serene disposition, but despite that, things start to sizzle between Luanna and her company’s legal director, Logan Thornton.

Logan might seem like a mild-mannered corporate lawyer, but in BDSM circles, he is better known as Master Baku, the Shibari expert. His dream is to publish a series of artistic poses which incorporate his three loves—Shibari, suspension, and photography, and he has his sights set on Luanna as the model.

But Luanna has led a deliberately quiet and modest life. She knows nothing about bondage or the intricacies of D/s relationships. She’s always had to rely on herself, and her current reputation has been hard won. Even if she decides to throw caution to the wind and finally live a little, is there really any room left in Logan’s life for yet another love, especially if she can’t find it in herself to share the ones he already has?

Logan has Luanna tied up in knots, both literally and figuratively. Is it possible to find a compromise or will circumstances conspire to pull them apart?

Publisher’s Note: This steamy romance contains graphic scenes and themes of power exchange. If this is offensive to you, please do not read it.

Available from: Amazon UK | Amazon US 

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Excerpt

Logan kissed the tip of her nose. “My other hobby is photography. I like to capture the beauty of Shibari on film, for the world to see. I was hoping, one day, that you would let me photograph you.”

“Tied up?”

“Tied, suspended, decorated with my ropes,” he breathed reverently. “I’ve never met anyone I want to immortalise more. You would be so perfect.”

Luanna’s eyes were wide with surprise. She wasn’t sure if she was flattered or not. No-one had ever said anything like that to her before, although she knew Logan certainly meant it as a compliment. She rubbed her forehead. Lord she had a lot to think about!

“We could start with some of the decorative stuff,” Logan tentatively suggested. “Just something simple so you could get used to the weight and the feel of the ropes. The time it takes to construct a piece.”

He stroked a thumb across her cheekbone. “And maybe we could try some of the kinbaku, with the erotic knots placed in strategic areas designed to stimulate and arouse. “I can’t lie,” he murmured, feathering a light kiss over her lips and across to her ear. “I want to see you like that.”

Luanna closed her eyes, he was seducing her with his words and his tone and the images he was painting in her mind. His mouth continued to rove down her neck to her shoulder where he bit tenderly, then laved with his tongue.

The images Luanna had seen on the web the night before swirled in her head and collided with the sensual glide of Logan’s hands and mouth.

“Now!” she whispered boldly. “I want to try it now!”

Logan reared back at her words, then plundered her mouth with an intense and passionate kiss. She could feel the barely restrained hunger her words had unleashed and was swept along with it.

Logan scooped her up in his strong arms and strode towards the bedroom without another ounce more encouragement and before she knew it, she was laid out on the bed, stripped of every bit of clothing and he was there, standing over her, still fully dressed, with a duffle bag in his hand which he lovingly referred to as his ‘toy bag’, where he kept all the tools of his kink.

From it he removed several lengths of rope.

Holding it up for her to see, he explained, “This is silk rope. It’s soft and doesn’t chaff. Sometimes other ropes are used specifically for their different textures and how they feel against your skin. Hemp or jute for example, but for now, we’ll stick to this and start with something simple.”

He looked down at her, an animated gleam in his eyes. “What do you want to try first? He gave her the option. “Something decorative or something erotic?”

Luanna gave the decision due consideration. What did she want from this, to see how it looked or to feel what it might do for her? In the end she decided it was like trying on new shoes. They might look great when you put them on your feet, but it was impossible to tell how comfortable they were until you had walked in them for a while. But if they made you look and feel sexy and confident, then that went a long way to making up for any other shortcomings. She decided to apply the same logic here. Shibari might look pretty or it might restrain, but from what she understood, the subtle nuance between that and kinbaku was in the eroticism. Right now, that seemed like the better option. If she was ever going to embrace this fetish that meant so much to Logan, then it needed to do something for her too.

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Author Bio

Poppy Flynn was born in Buckinghamshire, UK and moved to Wales at eight years old with parents who wanted to live the ‘self-sufficiency’ lifestyle.

Today she still lives in rural Wales and is married with six children.

Poppy’s love of reading and writing stemmed from her parents’ encouragement and the fact that they didn’t have a television in the house.

“When you’re surrounded by fields, cows and sheep, no neighbours, no TV and the closest tiny village is four miles away, there’s a certain limit to your options, but with books your adventures and your horizons are endless.”

Poppy x

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Testing Tom is Now Available in Audiobook Format! #bdsm #femdom #audio #audiobook #audible

Testing TomHi folks,

I’m delighted to announce that my femdom erotic romance novella, Testing Tom, is now available in audiobook format! Thanks to my amazing narrator, you can now listen to Tom and Katrina’s story.

Here’s what it’s all about:

When Katrina’s ex, Tom, turns up on her doorstep, he’s literally the last person she was expecting to see. After dumping her and running off with a vanilla chick, Tom broke the Domme’s heart and left her seriously hurting. So when he returns, begging for another chance, Katrina is understandably very confused and protective of her bruised feelings. She finds it very difficult to believe that he’s turned his back on a vanilla lifestyle for good and wants to be with her, a professional dominatrix. Rather than letting her head or her heart figure out what to do, whether to forgive him, she decides to put Tom through a series of challenges that will prove his devotion to her—or not. Testing Tom is not something she’d ever expected she’d have to do, but to her, it’s the only way she can be sure whether he’s back for good.

Here are the links so far – I’m still waiting for the iTunes links:
Amazon UK
Amazon US
Audible UK
Audible US

Happy Listening!

Lucy x

New Release: The Next Big Thing #erotica #femdom

Hi folks,

I’m delighted to announce the release of my steamy short story, The Next Big Thing. It was previously released in the Sexy Just Got Rich anthology, so if you read it there, no need to re-read – it’s just now been made available as a standalone, since the anthology is no longer available.

Here’s what it’s all about:

Catriona’s life is spiralling out of control. One minute she’s a successful investment banker with a flat by the Thames and a healthy bank balance; the next she’s a famous author. Well, sort of famous. She’s written a femdom novel under a pen name, so nobody actually knows it was her. Her publisher has gone marketing crazy, lauding her book “The Next Big Thing”—much to her bewilderment. Especially since she hasn’t done any of the things she wrote about.

On launch day, curiosity gets the better of her and she goes into a busy London bookstore to queue up for her copy—despite the box of author copies stuffed into the bottom of her wardrobe. There she meets Elijah. When idle chit chat leads to him admitting he’s interested in female domination, everything changes, and their chance meeting leads to a whole lot more, giving Catriona the opportunity to experience the things she’s previously only fantasised about—not to mention the inspiration she needs to write the sequel her publisher is clamouring for.

Grab your copy here:
Amazon UK
Amazon US
Amazon AU
Amazon CA
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Google Books
iBooks UK
iBooks US
Kobo
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Happy Reading!

Lucy x

Passion, Pleasure, Pain – An Anthology for Doris O’Connor #WeLoveDoris #fuckcancer

Hi all,

I’m both saddened and delighted to be spotlighting this newly-released anthology. It was put together to benefit a friend of mine who was, at the time, battling cancer – Doris O’Connor. Sadly, while the behind the scenes work was being done, Doris passed away – taken far, far too soon. However, the project continued and now all proceeds will go directly to her lovely family. So, if you enjoy sexy tales of BDSM, you should definitely grab this collection as you’ll be getting an amazing read as well as benefiting Doris’s husband and children. What could be better than that?

Blurb:

In each other they found the piece of themselves they hadn’t even realized was missing.

This D/s anthology was put together by writers who hold author, Doris O’Connor, near and dear to their hearts because the genre is one that was near and dear to Doris as an author. We’ve all been touched by Doris as writers and as friends, and wanted to do something to honor her in the only way we can – with our words.

All proceeds from the sale of this anthology will go to Doris’ family because as Doris, herself, always said: #F*CKCANCER

#WeLoveDoris

Buy links:
Amazon UK
Amazon US
Amazon AU
Amazon CA
Barnes & Noble
Google Play
iBooks UK
iBooks US
Kobo
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Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Welcome to The New Room by Kay Jaybee (@kay_jaybee)

The New RoomThe Perfect Submissive Trilogy took Miss Jess Sanders on a journey being an ordinary hotel booking clerk within the Fables Hotel, to becoming its resident submissive in The Fifth Floor; before embarking on a kinky fairytale adventure in Scotland, during The Retreat, and detailing Jess’ quest from Scotland back to the Fables Hotel, in Knowing Her Place.

With the completion of Knowing Her Place, I thought Mss Jess Sanders’ story was over- and yet there was one loose end left hanging. It nagged at me, until I decided that I’d write one more story for Jess- a novella length finale as an added extra to follow on from the trilogy.

It took several cups of coffee, a bar of chocolate, and a long conversation with my lovely friend, K D Grace, before the plot fully formed itself in my head. Having taken Jess Sanders on many travels throughout the original trilogy, I wanted her to stay at home this time.

However, if I was going to keep her within the Fables Hotel, I didn’t think it would be fair to my readers to reuse any of the five rooms that I’d previously explored- the medical bay, the dungeon, the school room, the Victorian study and the mysterious “White room”. There was only one solution- Mrs Laura Peters, Jess’s manageress, would have to get the builders in. It was time for the Fables Hotel to have a brand new room.

As you’ll know if you’ve read any of the Perfect Submissive books, just an ordinary room would never be enough of a challenge for Jess. I had to give any space she entered into an edge… in this case, a very chilly edge.

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BlurbThe New Room

Resident submissive of the Fables Hotels adult entertainment floor, Miss Jess Sanders, has been instructed to test out the new facility that her manageress, Mrs Peters, has designed for the sexual pleasure of her clients.

With a dungeon, Victorian study, medical bay, school room, and the daunting White Room already available for their guests, Jess can’t begin to imagine what lies behind the innocent looking door to the fifth floor’s new room.

Under the supervision of the dominatrix, Miss Sarah, as Jess steps into the new room, she quickly discovers she is about to experience far more than she bargained for…at freezing temperatures.

With the feeling that she’s acting in a play that everyone knows the script to but her, the Fables perfect submissive is challenged to the limit in Mrs Peters new room, and beyond…

(Although The New Room can be enjoyed as a standalone erotic romance, it is best enjoyed after reading all of Miss Jess Sander’s adventures within the BDSM submissive trilogy: The Perfect Submissive. (The Fifth Floor, The Retreat and Knowing Her Place.)

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Extract

Frost was already crusting over Jess’ shoulders, and the dampness of anticipation that gathered at her crotch prickled as it chilled against her surrounding’s winter-like caress. Her eyes stung with as she blinked into the stark brightness of the space, but as Jess’ hands had been secured behind her back, she couldn’t rub them better.

As the submissive looked about her, she saw that not only could the discerning paying guest at the hotel enjoy the delights of a pseudo-school room, a Victorian study, a dungeon, a medical bay, and the intimidating White Room; they could now experience icy arousal in a fairy-tale style snow grotto.

The ceiling and walls had been studded with crystals and draped with shimmering chiffon fabric that took away the room’s rectangular proportions, making the space feel cavernous. Tiny silver fairy-lights sparkled like glitter, while genuine ice granules clung to every surface, including the fake snow that made a distinct crunch beneath Jess’ strappy silver heels.

Having been stripped of all her clothes by a silent Mrs Peters, prior to being thrust across the new room’s threshold, Jess had been surprised that she’d been allowed her to keep her shoes on. Now she understood why. Only the heavy silver and green velvet robe that had been hung around her naked shoulders gave the submissive any level of protection against the all-invading cold. If she’d had to stand on bare feet in the room, even after all her endurance training, Jess wouldn’t have lasted for more than a few minutes before she had frost bitten soles and toes.

Surveying her surroundings more thoroughly, Jess was just contemplating how easy it would be to hide instruments of sexual play and deprivation between the fake cavern walls and the real walls, when she became aware of the sound of a faint hum.

The distinct brrring vibration of a refrigeration unit.

No wonder it felt so arctic; the room was literally a freezer.

A freezer that held nothing but two chairs, that sat in the very centre of the frost-crisped pseudo-cave.

One seat was more like a fairytale throne than a chair. Made of wrought iron and painted silver, its high back was decorated with intricate butterfly and flower shapes. Well padded with plush, silver satin cushions over the back and seat, Jess already knew it was far too comfortable to have been placed in the room for her use.

The chair to the throne’s right was stark by comparison. Wooden and straight backed; it had been painted plain white and held neither ornamentation nor cushions. That’s where I’ll have to sit, Jess thought, if I’m permitted to sit at all.

The crunch of snow being scraped behind her told Jess that someone had opened the door. She didn’t turn to see who it as. She knew better than that.

A pair of hands came to her shoulders, but the heavy fabric of her cloak prevented Jess from being able to tell whose grip it was. Mrs Peters had told her this was to be the first staff training session in this room; therefore the hands had to belong to a member of the Fables staff. The tone of the breathing behind her, combined with the size of the handhold, informed Jess the newcomer was male. That meant it had to be either Master Lee Philips, the barman and occasional helper on the fifth floor, or Mr Sam Wheeler, Mrs Peters’ personal slave, business partner, and professional artist.

The hands didn’t move from their position on Jess’s shoulders as the whirr of the generator was abruptly drowned out by the activation of some ethereal music from a speaker hidden between the folds of the fake ceiling. The haunting Celtic lyrics drifted into Jess’ ears, adding to the eerie atmosphere and making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as the unknown person stepped closer to her back.

With each fresh second that passed, Jess had the uneasy feeling that she’d walked into the throne room of the Snow Queen – a wicked Snow Queen.

The masculine hands moved slowly. The confidence of touch that Jess had come to recognise from the men on the Fables staff was missing. As the palms slid down her arms, ducking beneath her cloak, the visitor took each of the submissive’s tethered wrists in his hands, and briskly marched Jess forward.

The submissive’s mind raced. Who is this man?

Buy links

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Many thanks for hosting my blog today, Lucy

Kay xxx

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Bio-

Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO

Kay received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.

Kay Jaybee has over 180 erotica publications including, The Perfect Submissive Trilogy; The Fifth Floor, The Retreat and Knowing Her Place (KJBooks, 2018), Making Him Wait (Sinful Press, 2018), Wednesday on Thursday, (KDP, 2017), The Collector (KDP, 2016), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001 NightsPress, 2014), and Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress), 2013.

Details of all her short stories and other publications can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk

You can follow Kay on –

Twitter- https://twitter.com/kay_jaybee

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Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3541958-kay-jaybee

Amazon Author Page- https://www.amazon.co.uk/Kay-Jaybee/e/B004O0S9GO/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1534155776&sr=1-1

BookBub- https://www.bookbub.com/profile/kay-jaybee

Sin City Sweethearts (Vegas Babes #3) by Lisabet Sarai (@lisabetsarai) #lesbian #erotica #BDSM

Sin City SweetheartsBlurb

Like many newlyweds, Annie and Ted work hard, economize, live in a too-small apartment, and make passionate love whenever possible. They’re just a bit more open-minded and inclusive about sex than most couples—they met at The Fox’s Den strip club and bonded during an orgy. They’re delighted when fraternal twins Marcella and Madeleine McNabb move into the apartment downstairs. The innocent eighteen year old beauties have come to Las Vegas for university and to escape their overprotective family. Annie and Ted figure it’s practically their duty to educate the sisters about the real Sin City.

Marcie and Maddy prove to be apt pupils, with voracious carnal appetites. Before long they’re intimately involved not only with their upstairs neighbors, but also their hippie landlord and landlady, Maddy’s hunky coach, Marcie’s dominant department head, a handful of their classmates, a bevy of strippers from the Den and the infamous Foxy and Larry themselves. Then the four McNabb brothers come to town, threatening to drag the twins back to Ely, and things get truly wild.

Buy Links

Kinky Literature – https://kinkyliterature.com/book/5123-sin-city-sweethearts-vegas-babes-book-3/

Amazon  US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07MQVSWCH

Amazon UK –  https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07MQVSWCH

Smashwords –  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/917885

Barnes and Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sin-city-sweethearts-lisabet-sarai/1130204032?ean=2940155941880

Kobo –  Coming soon!

Add on Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43594528-sin-city-sweethearts

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X-rated Excerpt Romantic

Ted slipped his arms around her waist, pulled her ripe body to his, and buried his face in her hair.

“Mmm,” he murmured. “You smell amazing, baby.”

“Yuck. I feel like I need an hour-long shower. I’m soaked.”

“Just the way I like you, Annie-belle.” He rubbed his aching dick against her bare midriff, then squirmed his hand into her waistband to stroke her damp skin. The tight shorts made it difficult to maneuver, but he managed to worm his way down to the top edge of her bush.

She gasped when he brushed a finger tip over the springy curls. He took advantage of her open mouth to thrust his tongue inside. Far from resisting, Annie sealed her eager mouth to his, sucking hungrily as if his tongue were his cock.

The notion made him harder still. He had to get these damn shorts off her before he exploded. “Turn around, baby,” he urged, releasing her long enough for her to comply.

Supporting her weight on the couch back, she arched her back to present her glorious ass.  Ted almost lost it right there. Struggling for control, he peeled her sweaty shorts down to bare those magic globes. The garment got stuck halfway down her thighs.

“Damn!”

Annie tried to spread her legs, with little success. “Never mind—just fuck me!” She reached behind her, grabbed her rear cheeks and held them open, showing off her glistening, rose-colored cleft. Pussy juice dripped onto her fingers. “Come on!” she moaned. “I want your cock.”

He didn’t need a second invitation. He yanked the elastic on his shorts down below his balls to release his swollen dick and rammed it into her drenched pussy.

“Ahh!” His rough entrance forced a yelp from her throat. He pulled back, thinking to give her some relief, but she clenched her inner muscles around his shaft in an attempt to keep him inside her. He obliged, reversing his retreat, driving his rampant cock as deep as it would go.

“Oooh!” she wailed.

“You okay?” he asked, gritting his teeth against the sensations boiling in his balls. He wanted so much to come, to empty his jizz into the snatch that gripped him like a velvet glove. But his Annie deserved a climax, too.

She didn’t answer in words, but the way she writhed on his pole told him what he needed to know. Each time he thrust, she rolled her hips backward, trying for even deeper penetration. Her firm, full buttocks mashed against his groin. Wet heat engulfed him. Her musky scent rose around them, mingling with the tang of his own sweat. He hammered her cunt hard, again and again, giving his lover what he knew she wanted.

His hands were on her waist, holding her steady as he drilled into her. The half-discarded shorts turned her thighs into a delicious straitjacket, slick skin pressing against his shaft on each backward stroke. The tightness was sweet agony, almost too intense, but it also helped him to hold off coming. Still, he didn’t think he could last much longer.

Leaning forward, across Annie’s back, he licked at her earlobe. “Come for me, baby,” he murmured. “Come all over my fat cock.”

She moaned and bucked against him. Probably she needed his fingers on her clit, but with her thighs forced together, that was close to impossible.

Desperate, a breath away from shooting, he reached around to cup her breasts. He palmed the sweet mounds of flesh—the perfect size for his big hands—and squeezed both nipples, mimicking what he would have done with her clit.

“Fuck!” she yelled, clamping down on his dick like a vise. Her body shuddered as climax took her.

New wetness flooded her snatch. He let go, grinding his bursting cock against her cervix. Annie released a choked cry and shuddered again, a second orgasm sweeping through her. Cum erupted from his cock in huge spurts. He pulled out to paint white loops across her naked butt, the way she’d said she liked. His lusty bride moaned and jerked as the cum met her skin, tumbling into yet another climax.

Exhausted at last, Annie collapsed face down on the sofa. Ted crumpled to his knees, his body draped across her back. Gradually their breathing returned to normal.

Annie recovered first. “Wow!” she murmured, struggling against his weight to roll over. Ted moved quickly to give her the space she needed. She lay back on the sofa, arms spread wide, juice and jizz still dripping from her exposed pussy, and gave him a beatific smile. “Thank you! That was amazing.”

“Yeah,” Ted agreed. “Totally amazing.” He sprawled on the floor, propped up against the couch, his limp cock dangling outside his shorts. “I love being married to you.” She was so adorable. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to fuck her again. He glanced down at his belly, smeared with some of the cum he’d spurted onto her ass. “Maybe we do need a shower, though.”

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About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter.

Mid Week Tease: Why on earth did the man have such an effect on her? #bdsm #bbw #rubenesque #mfm #menage

mid-week-tease-buttonHi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! This week I’m sharing another snippet from my first-ever novel, Stately Pleasures. We’re on to chapter two now, and I’ll be switching to something else soon, so enjoy it while you can 😉

Stately PleasuresShe laughed, and Alice nodded because it was what was expected. But really, she didn’t know, and she now knew more about pregnancy and motherhood than she cared to. Ugh. She was a career girl through and through, and babies weren’t on her agenda for the foreseeable future, maybe never. If a maternal streak suddenly appeared, perhaps she’d reconsider. But at thirty, she doubted it would now. Not to mention the fact that she was missing a vital ingredient required for baby-making in the first place—a man.

As if by magic, a man appeared. Jeremy stepped from the gloomy hallway to their left and smiled at them. “Hello, ladies. Glad to see you here, Alice. I’m looking forward to working with you. I’m sure you’re going to be a valuable asset, more than capable of running the place when Erin here embraces motherhood.”

“Th-thank you, Mr Davenport. I can’t wait to get stuck in. I’m going to be like a sponge for the next couple of weeks, soaking up all the information Erin gives me.”

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Alice’s face grew hot. What a stupid thing to say; she sounded like a child! It was just as well she’d signed the contract they’d biked over to her the previous week—at least they couldn’t sack her for saying something daft. Why on earth did the man have such an effect on her? His proximity meant she could smell his no doubt very expensive aftershave, and fuck, was it intoxicating. It certainly didn’t help her state of mind.

Grab your copy now: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/stately-pleasures/

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