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Sunday Snog

Welcome to Sunday Snog, this week a sexy moment from Scored, my erotic football (soccer to US folk!) novel…


The concierge was an elderly gentleman in a neat navy suit with gold trimmings, almost military style. I checked his name badge. Lewis had text me and said that I must only speak to Bohdan. Luckily this was what was engraved on the polished gold rectangle pinned to his jacket.“Hi,” I said. “I’m Nicky Thomas. You’re expecting me?”He hesitated for the briefest of moments then nodded. “Absolutely, Miss Thomas. If you would come this way.”He turned and I followed. We went through a doorway, around a desk littered with paperwork, then through another door, into a corridor. The walls were a dull gray, the floor green linoleum. There was nothing plush about it. I was no longer in a public part of the hotel.“We will use the service lift to get to the Presidential Suite.”Presidential Suite!“Okay,” I said, tugging my holdall and wondering what on earth Bohdan must think of me. I guessed it didn’t matter, or if it did I would worry about it later. Right now all I could think of was not running into Fellows or any of the other players or physios or coaches, or anyone at all, actually. An invisibility cloak would have come in mighty handy right now.The elevator whizzed upwards, condensing the nerves in my stomach into a tight ball. I studied the walls to distract myself. It was devoid of any of the finery the lift Lewis had kissed me in. No brass bar around the edge, no smoky-mirrored doors. Just plain dull metal and dusty corners.When we reached level seven Bohdan spoke again. “Wait here. I will check all is clear.”“Yes, okay.”He pointed to a button with opposing horizontal triangles and I pressed it to keep the elevator where it was. Bohdan disappeared through a fire door opposite and I was left looking at two maid trolleys stacked high with linen and towels.Oh God. What the hell was I doing? I was being smuggled in to Lewis Tate’s room by a bribed concierge. How had life got so crazy? I was supposed to hunt out sports stories, not become part of one myself. Which I would be if England’s winning streak came to an end and Fellows pointed the finger at me.I jumped when Bohdan appeared again.“It’s all clear, miss. Please, come quick.”“Yes, of course.” Hurriedly I followed.Instantly I was immersed in the decadent surroundings I’d come to associate with the Donbass. Thick carpets, elegant pictures in ornate frames and a fresh, flowery fragrance that lingered in the air wherever I went.Bohdan stopped at the second door on the right and pushed it open. “There are four suites on this lower level. To get to the Presidential Suite you must go through here and up the staircase to the very top of the hotel.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Please, go quick.”“Yes, yes of course. Thank you.”He ushered me through and I heard the door click shut.Before me was a wide carpeted stairway, royal blue, with a thick brass banister. Carrying my case, I turned two dog-legs before I reached a wide white door with Presidential Suite written on it in gold lettering.Suppressing a wave of nerves, I knocked.No answer.Shit. What if this wasn’t his room? What if Fellows was in there? Or maybe another player or a physic. What the hell would I do then?I shouldn’t be here.Nibbling my little fingernail, I glanced back down the staircase. Perhaps I should just go. Leave Lewis alone and let him get on with his job. My heart sank. Just the thought of not seeing him made me feel as though the blood in my veins had turned to lead.It was no good. I had to take the risk. There was no getting off this crazy ride I was on. Not now. I was too far gone.Suddenly the door pulled in on itself.Lewis stood before me, dressed in a red T-shirt and navy sweats. He wasn’t smiling. His gaze just drank me up the way a predator does its prey.“Hi,” I managed as that lead in my veins turned to neat lust. Damn, he was so good-looking he should be illegal.“Did anyone see you?”“No, well, just Bohdan.”“Good.” He took my case and set it inside the room, leaning it against the wall. “Come in.”I stepped into the suite, caught a general impression of grandeur before his arms were around me and there was a loud bang as the door slammed shut.“Fuck, I feel like I’ve been waiting forever to have you alone,” he said hoarsely then kissed me, hard and fast, and backed me against the wall.I grabbed his shoulders, hung on as air whooshed from my lungs.“I need you, Nicky,” he said, grabbing my wrists and tugging them over my head. “I need you like I’ve never wanted anyone before.” He stared down at me, at my face, my chest and where his groin was shoved into my belly.“Yes,” I gasped.His need was evident; his cock was rigid.“And I can’t take my time. Slow and indulgent will have to come later.”“Yes, oh, Lewis, please.” I was helpless. Pinned to the wall and at his mercy. I adored it as much as I wanted to free my hands and grab his clothes. Rip them off and ride him like a wild thing.He shifted and captured both of my wrists in just one of his big hands. Kissed me again, shoving at my dress and peeling down my panties as he did so. I managed to kick the knickers free, from one foot at least.“Are you wet for me?” he asked into my mouth.“So wet. So wet for you.”“Good, because I’m going to fuck you now, like you’ve never been fucked before.”

Back Cover Information for Scored
Okay, so I eat, sleep and breathe football and reporting the beautiful game is my dream career. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have time for a major crush on the England captain, Lewis Tate. The bloke is sex on legs, hot with a capital H. Add in his awe-inspiring talent, his brooding good looks and what’s not to lust after? 
So my excitement is sky-high as I set off with the official press team to cover England’s battle for the European Cup. But when a series of unfortunate, or as it turns out fortunate events, attracts Tate’s attention my way, who am I to say no? 
Add in a misogynistic manager, an over-zealous colleague, two blue silk ties and some incredible ball-handling skills and it becomes clear the road to victory, for me, will be an intensely erotic journey. Determined to savor every moment, I hang onto my sanity as best I can while living the fantasy and wondering if it can ever become reality. Because once Lewis Tate has taken me to heaven and back, its clear no one else will ever compare. 
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Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks

Hello Spankers! Welcome to another week of happy slappy!  Today I'm sharing a few from Pain and Pleasure which is the second book in the Bit of Strange Trilogy - all three novellas are now available from all good ebook retailers - details on the Totally Bound store or check out Harlem Dae on Amazon/ Amazon UK




“Oh, yeah,” he breathed into my ear. “Perfect, just as I’d dreamed of seeing you. Fuck, that’s what almost made me come at work, thinking of you like this. Caged, owned by my chain, at my mercy. Fucking hell, Isabella, you’re so damn good at this, why do you deny it?”“Deny what?” I panted.“That you are a sub. Jesus, look at you. Could you be any more controlled, subservient, compliant to my demands?”“I just want you to fuck me,” I said, a sob bubbling up as I let my head hang low. “Please, fuck me, hard, while my tits are like this, please.”“Please what?” He ran his hands down my back, drifted them over my arse then up my front, my stomach, my ribs, around to my shoulders. “Please, what?” He gave my right buttock a stinging slap.

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The Glass Knot - new 5* Reviews

I'm thrilled that The Glass Knot has an overwhelming majority of 5* reviews. Two more were added to the collection this week which is indeed cause for celebration.


Review by G
This story contains the best of both worlds emotional/romantic, and sexy as hell. The journey of Josh, Nick, and Laura is told beautifully, and organically. The writing is superbly enthralling, and the story flow was just perfect. The sex scenes were so hot and yet filled with so much care and love. This is going to be on my re-read list definitely!
Review by Just Me
The story of Josh, Nick and Laura tugged at my heart. This isn't some trashy menage novel, it tells the story of three people trying to build a life. The love scenes are steaming hot, but the emotional connection makes everything so much stronger.
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Spreading my Wings

Yes, that's right, some of my novels which have previously only been available on Amazon are now available for purchase on Barnes and Noble, Kobo, iBooks and All Romance eBooks. Here are the details.


What’s a girl to do when the guy she falls for is married to another man?
This is exactly what happened to me. Seeing Josh Kendal stroll out of the Mediterranean Sea wearing tight navy swim trunks and looking like a hot new James Bond was a truly delicious moment. Catching sight of his wedding ring was like a kick in the shin and meeting his gorgeous husband, phew, that was enough to make any girl groan at the cruel joke God was playing on her.
But all was not as it seemed, and when Josh needed a woman to sort out a ‘delicate predicament’ I was the one for the job – heck, what did I have to lose? Certainly not as much as him, literally.
Trouble is, emotions always get tangled, loyalties can’t help but be divided and with a night of memories so hot they'd have the devil sweating, there was only one thing for it—it was time to get honest, fight for what I wanted despite society’s constraints and open my heart to the people it needed most.

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Soul-aching desire was just the beginning!
If the road to Heaven starts in Hell then I was ready to start climbing my way out and Ruben Strong was the man to accompany me. With his devastating good looks, seductively sexy charm and lust for adrenaline he was sure to make it a sensual and erotic experience as well as one to re-awake the passionate, throw-caution-to-the-wind woman I’d once been.
I’d given Ruben something, though, without him realizing, and that gift had come from the man I’d loved before. But I couldn’t tell Ruben. I had to keep that a tight secret even as our naked bodies wound together, sought out pleasure and hit the dizzy heights of ecstasy as one. Because Ruben had my husband’s heart, literally, and that heart was still in love with me, so it seemed, and now I was in love with Ruben.
Emotions tangled with bliss, and fears were locked away as I surrendered to the touch of Ruben’s hands, the taste of his skin and the sounds of his pleasure. I couldn’t deny that Ruben had brought me back to life the same way I had him and there was no way I was giving up that feeling, not for anyone.

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Okay, so I eat, sleep and breathe football and reporting the beautiful game is my dream career. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have time for a major crush on the England captain, Lewis Tate. The bloke is sex on legs, hot with a capital H. Add in his awe-inspiring talent, his brooding good looks and what’s not to lust after?
So my excitement is sky-high as I set off with the official press team to cover England’s battle for the European Cup. But when a series of unfortunate, or as it turns out fortunate events, attracts Tate’s attention my way, who am I to say no?
Add in a misogynistic manager, an over-zealous colleague, two blue silk ties and some incredible ball-handling skills and it becomes clear the road to victory, for me, will be an intensely erotic journey. Determined to savor every moment, I hang onto my sanity as best I can while living the fantasy and wondering if it can ever become reality. Because once Lewis Tate has taken me to heaven and back, its clear no one else will ever compare.
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Stories for When the Sun Goes Down is a compilation of 10 erotic and romantic stories by multi-published, award-winning author Lily Harlem. They're perfect for snuggling up in bed with on a cold winter night, sizzling from your ereader on the beach, or even better, reading aloud to a lover to get the sultry mood just right for an evening of fun.
ContentsMadam PresidentThe Champagne WhoreShy BirdThe ActressMaking ShapesI Promise to PleaseI Promise to SurrenderI Promise to PerformA Classic Wedding NightStable Manners
Please note most stories have been previously published in a variety of US and UK anthologies. 
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Because these four books are recently uploaded to these vendors they have few or no reviews. So if you have enjoyed any of these stories and feel like doing a little writing yourself, a rating or review would be hugely appreciated so other readers have an idea of what they are purchasing. Many thanks.
Lily x

Dungeon Crawl Blog Hop - May 21st

Welcome to the dungeon! I'm here with a short excerpt from book #1 in the newly released A Bit of Strange Trilogy - Beauty and Pain/Pain and Pleasure/Pleasure and Danger written by myself and Natalie Dae (Harlem Dae)




Blurb

Strangers who share the touch of heated skin, the gasps of delight joined bodies create and the bliss a moment of ecstasy generates, are bound by an invisible thread that is as strong as it is vulnerable.

But can that thread turn to more, become a force to be reckoned with, the foundation of a beautiful experience and a future where dominance and submission become a part of life?

That’s something Isabelle wants to know, wants to experience, but is her new man up for the job? She has very definite fantasies, a particular flavour of strange that hits her spot. Only time will tell if their next daring interlude will pave the way for so much more than a brief encounter.

Dungeon Excerpt

He whispered his fingers around my neck, sending a shower of delicious sensations scattering over my scalp and along my spine. He tugged at my coat, pulling it gently off my shoulders then down my arms.He hung it next to his.“Isabella,” he said against my ear, his hands once again on my shoulders and his fingers stroking the ends of my hair. “We need to establish one thing, right here, right now.”I nodded.We did.“Tell me,” he said, “are you a giver or receiver?” He pressed his lips harder over my ear, his warm breath soaking into my skin, seeping to my breasts and making my nipples tighten.Fuck, if just his breath can do that...“You have no idea,” he said softly, “how badly I want you to be the opposite to what I am. No fucking idea at all.” He sounded in pain, like his want was almost too much to bear.I pressed my arse backwards and the top rise brushed his groin. A seriously solid wedge of flesh drove into me.“Oh, I think I have a fair idea,” I said, thrilled at the thought of having given him an erection so soon into our encounter—and a damn fine hard-on at that.He let out a soft moan and seemed to push into me just a little. “Answer the question, Isabella. Now.”“I’m a...”“Spit it out.”“No, I’m a swallower.”He kind of growled, snapped his arms around my waist and chest, then dragged me into his body. My back hit his chest and my arse got full-on connection with his cock through his trousers.“You are only making it worse for yourself,” he snarled.“Or better,” I said.He stilled.So did I.Now we both knew my answer. I was a receiver. There were no two ways about it. I loved pain with my pleasure—the deep muscle sort of ache and the sharp sting. It all pressed my buttons. It all got me off.“Isabella,” he whispered, nuzzling into my neck. “I just knew we were compatible. That you were a masochist, a sub—”“I’m no one’s sub.” I curled my fingers over his forearms, wished we were naked and not in office clothes. “I just enjoy a good whipping—or a thrashing—as I come.”He chucked, his rising and falling chest shifting me in his arms. “Okay, if that’s how you want to play, that’s cool with me.”“Play? Like you said, no room for anything in here, and I don’t think banging a bar of Cadbury’s on my arse is going to cut it for me.”“I was a Boy Scout, you know.” Suddenly he turned me within his arms and stooped so our noses were touching.“Pardon?” I pressed my palms against his crisp white shirt. “A Boy Scout. Do you know what their motto is?”“Er, dib, dab, dob?” I gave a mock salute.He tutted. “No, it’s ‘Always be prepared’.”As he’d spoken the last word he’d caught my mouth with his and set up a delicious dance with his tongue as he searched for mine.I clung to him, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being desired, owned, swamped by a big, strong man.Gabriel knew how to fire up a woman’s engines and within minutes I was panting. He had inquisitive fingers, too, exploring beneath my thin blouse, up to my breasts then brushing my nipples through my bra.“Please,” I said, pulling back. “I want...”What did I want? A quick, no-strings vanilla fuck with a stranger? An arrangement to meet some other time with a bag of toys to play with? Or perhaps just this, a swift kiss and a grope, then return to our seats and hope no one noticed our flushed faces?“I know exactly what you want,” he said. “If you can bring yourself to trust me, just for a few minutes.”Suddenly the light went. His face disappeared even though he was inches from me. The clack-clack, clack-clack seemed to intensify.We were in a tunnel.As quickly as it had gone dark in our tiny world, the light shot back in.I was still gripping him.Yes, I did trust him. For some reason I did. Oh, I wasn’t about to let him tie me up and gag me, but in here, a bit of fun? Yes.“What do you have in mind?” I asked.He unwound himself from me then reached for his jacket. “This,” he said, “requires very little room and is the perfect portable plaything.”From the inside lining, by the breast pocket, he pulled out a long, thin piece of what appeared to be metal, just over ten inches I would guess. It had a neat black handle on one end and reminded me of a super-thin knitting needle.I folded my arms. It looked pretty innocent and my brief bubble of excitement at the mention of a plaything popped. How could that give any kind of deep stimulation?He held it up, and with a cocky twist of his mouth showed me just how bendy it was— it could almost flex to ninety degrees.“Unbreakable,” he said. “And easy to carry around in the lining of a jacket.”“What is it?” I asked, feeling considerably more intrigued now that I’d seen its supple qualities.“It’s a misery stick, although I think that gives the little blighter a bad reputation, because actually it can give immense pleasure.”Misery stick? Okay, add nervous onto intrigue. Toys in our world didn’t get names like that for nothing.

I hope you enjoyed that excerpt - find out more about Harlem Dae's BDSM books on the Harlem Dae website, including the critically acclaimed Sexy as Hell Trilogy.
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My novel The Glass Knot starts out in Marbella, a beautiful old town in Southern Spain. I've travelled here many times with Mr H, it's one of our favourite sunshine trips. I love wandering around the narrow back streets, finding new tapas bars and lounging on the beach people watching. Here's a snippet from The Glass Knot - Laura is happily people watching but she just has no idea how far this moment will take her…
Daniel Craig in Casino Royale - a smidgen of inspiration for this scene!
I stretched back on my lounger and stared at the horizon. The sea was the color of a Ceylon sapphire, a pale crystal blue with just a few frothy waves breaking on the surface. The fine sand, a vivid gold, was interrupted only by bright bikinis, colorful swim trunks and the odd striped windbreak. It was a like a scene from a travel brochure, which was just as well since my latest photographic assignment was about the masses escaping the dismal British weather.I clicked away on my Nikon digital. Took a shot of two children building a sandcastle, then turned and zoomed in on a waiter delivering an umbrella-and-cherry- strewn cocktail to a woman in a white bikini on a white sun bed beneath a white parasol. I studied the image, slurped up the last of my own fruity, rum-laced cocktail, then turned my lens to sea. A beautiful yacht broke the surface and I snapped its graceful profile; it was almost silhouetted because of the dense sunshine. I reduced my zoom and scanned the ebbing waves. Several kids splashed noisily, an elderly couple walked past hand in hand, and then, then a buff beach God strolled out of the water.It was as if every cell in my body magnetically tuned in to him. A fizzing sensation of awareness buzzed over my skin. I caught my breath and skimmed my gaze over him. It was a Daniel Craig moment, but this was a million times better, because this perfect specimen of manhood was here, breathing the same air as me, walking on the same sand as my lounger rested on.I clicked away, keen to immortalize that broad, angular chest the color of a perfect apple-pie crust. I needed to record that slim waist, wall of bricked abs and tight navy swim trunks. His thighs were wide with muscles, tensing with each step he took out of the waves.My index finger went on overdrive as he scraped back his wet hair, the action causing his torso to stretch and amplify his sumptuous oblique muscles angling down to his shorts. I licked my lips, straightened my back and thought what perfect shots I’d have.He was getting closer. He’d left the gentle push-pull of the ebbing waves and was now on dry powdery sand. Kicking up little clouds behind himself with each step.Suddenly my mouth dried and I swallowed. He was staring straight at me. I took one last indulgent shot then lowered my lens. In an instant my heart rate shot to dangerous levels. By reducing my zoom the lens had fooled me into thinking he was farther away than he was. The glaring truth was his broad shadow was just about to engulf me. Swallow me whole.I stared up into the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. They were the exact shade of the cloudless sky above me. He pushed his hair back again; it was dark blond and several long tendrils flopped straight back over his forehead. His parted his lips, as if to speak, then closed it and tipped his mouth into a smile instead.If I’d been hot before, now I was on fire. His smile was enough to cause my bikini briefs to spontaneously combust. Wide sensuous lips, the lower one a little plump, screamed sin. Good, hot, dirty sin. Oh, it had been so long since I’d enjoyed the benefit of a sexy man’s mouth on my body.I matched his smile, lifted my shades to the top of my head and rested back on my lounger. Enjoyed his gaze roaming down my body and was glad I’d opted for my favorite red bikini that morning. It had tiny white polka dots and the halter-neck top was especially flattering on my small breasts.But despite his appreciative expression he didn’t slow down. He kept on walking, stepped right past me, so close that tiny grains of sand from his passing feet sprinkled onto my magazine and beach bag. I stared at his long limbs, wishing I wasn’t such a sucker for a handsome face and mouthwatering body.It was then I spotted his wedding ring.Damn.Just my bloody luck.I sighed and dropped my shades over my eyes. How typical was that? Though of course I should have known. The good ones were always taken. It seemed to be one of life’s irritating nuances, the older you got and the more keen you were to settle down, the less men there were to choose from.I shut my eyes and tried not to feel jealous of the lucky woman who would be getting a drippy, salt-laden kiss from that beautiful mouth right now. Running her hands over sun-warmed, smooth skin and giggling as he whispered what dirty things he would do to her later, in bed. I squeezed my legs together and my clit gave a little tug behind my bikini briefs. There would be no man in my bed tonight, just my trusty Rampant Rocker vibrator. Rocky, as I affectionately called him, had been my only release for nearly a year now. A string of disastrous relationships with men who said one thing but meant another had led to a decision to take a year off from dating. But that year was nearly up, and I wouldn’t say no to a man again. Even if it was just for one night.I drifted into an explicit daydream about what I’d do with a hot male body tied up before me. I’d start with long, slow kisses, move on to oral sex; perhaps I would sit on his face. Then I would ride him, hard and fast. Get myself off over and over, my pussy gorging on rock hard cock. Next I would let him strap me down, lay spread- eagled and surrendered, allow him to do what he wanted to my poor neglected body. In the end I would be crying for a rest he’d made me come so many times.“I brought you a fresh drink.”The deep voice at my side startled me from the erotic picture my mind had created. I opened my eyes, sat up and propped my glasses on my head. Hoped I hadn’t mumbled anything incriminating during my daydream.Sitting on the empty lounger next to mine was Beach God. The very man who’d been the star of my recently concocted fantasy. 

If that snippet has whet your appetite The Glass Knot is available from Amazon/UK All Romance eBooks, Kobo, Barnes and Noble and iBooks - read the many 5* reviews on Amazon.

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Sexy Just Walked Into Town
by Lucy Felthouse

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Older Women and Younger Men

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Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks

Hello Spankers! Here's 8 from Sexy Just Walked Into Town - The Brit Babes' FREE Anthology. This particular story is called End Result and I co-wrote it with fellow Babe Lucy Felthouse. It's a spin off from our Raw Talent series which is all about sexy athletes and their talents in and out of the bedroom.

“I didn’t hear you complaining ten seconds ago,” I said, twitching my eyebrows in a way that I knew would make him strain to discipline me.Damn I’m pushing my luck today, what the hell is wrong with me?He caught my chin in his hand. “Complain? I couldn’t even form coherent thoughts, let alone speak.” He pulled back, set his lips in a straight line and a flash of excitement crossed over his face. “And for getting me into that state you’ll pay the price.”“Which is?” I slid my palms over his smooth shoulders and down the gutter of his spine before slipping over his hard buttocks and squeezing.“For me to know and you to find out.”He pressed his palms onto the bed, either side of my head and straightened his arms. He looked down at my small, pale body beneath his.“Now where did I put that belt?” he asked, licking his lips.

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Pleasure and Danger by Harlem Dae - Out Today!

Last year my co-author Natalie Dae and I were playing around with BDSM plot lines as we came up with the idea of sex with a stranger as a basis for a short story trilogy. We loved the thought of sideways glances, mutual attraction and then a secret liaison somewhere ordinary but super risqué. Add in the BDSM factor and our imaginations were running wild. A Bit of Strange is published by Totally Bound and the final book is out now - this serial is definitely best read in order. Totally Bound Totally Bound Totally BoundA BIT OF STRANGEStrangers who share the touch of heated skin, the gasps of delight joined bodies create and the bliss a moment of ecstasy generates, are bound by an invisible thread that is as strong as it is vulnerable.But can that thread turn to more, become a force to be reckoned with, the foundation of a beautiful experience and a future where dominance and submission become a part of life?That’s something Isabelle wants to know, wants to experience, but is her new man up for the job? She has very definite fantasies, a particular flavour of strange that hits her spot. Only time will tell if their next daring interlude will pave the way for so much more than a brief encounter.
Pleasure and Danger currently landing on the shelves all good ebook retailers.
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