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June 26, 2013
Wicked Wednesday
It is a wicked wednesday today, isn't it?
Get your entry in for my yay doma and prop8 are no more contest here.
I've got a contest on Charlie Cochet's Purple Rose Tea House, too. It's on until Friday.
And SWAK: Pushy Bottom is now out!
Darren Black has been watching beautiful, aloof sub Nikolai for some time. Nic is the pushiest bottom he’s ever seen. Doms don’t stick with him for long, but Darren plans on being the one who does.
After spending a night together in one intense scene after another, Darren introduces Nic to the pleasures of waking up with a lover.
Could Darren be the one to claim Nic?
buy it here!
There's an excerpt on the publisher's page here.
It’s quiet back here, the low rumble from the main room muffled. I’m always pleased with the cleanliness of the private rooms, the simplicity. White sheets on a simple queen sized mattress. A spanking bench, a table and chairs. The cabinet holds the barest supplies—a paddle, some cuffs, some lube, a simple black blindfold. Nothing too personal.
I take out the blindfold. It’s soft, but not shiny the way satin would be. I hand it over so Nic can touch it, examine it. Anticipate it. Nic takes it, but looks at me, stares at me. He is letting me lead, and I know this is another gift. I might pay for it later, but for now he is being generous with himself.
“I’m going to blindfold you then undress you,” I tell him, wanting him to know what’s going to happen.
“Works for me. I’m okay with naked.”
That doesn’t surprise me at all. He’s a beautiful boy.
I take the blindfold back and move behind him. I can see the tension across his shoulders, in his back. He’s not nearly as cavalier as he likes to pretend. But that’s okay because I’m not casual about this at all.
I draw the blindfold across his eyes. Once I have it tied, I run my fingers through his hair, enjoying the silky feel. It’s heavier than I’d thought it would be, honestly, and very thick.
“You like guys with long hair?” he asks.
“I like it on you.” I don’t have a type so much when it comes to physical attributes. I like a man that needs what I can give, who craves it. I think Nikolai can be that guy.
I lean in and breathe, pulling his scent into my lungs.
Nic steps away, obviously surprised.
“Where are you going, boy?” It feels right, to call him that.
“Nowhere. Sorry, man.”
I’d like more respect than his off-handed “man” offers, but I need to address his apology first. “You don’t have to apologize for your reactions, especially if I haven’t given you any orders yet.”
“Are you going to touch me?”
“I am.” I speak quietly, keeping the mood between us intimate.
God, he’s lovely, standing there, shivering for me. I reach around him and begin to undo his buttons. His belly goes tight, hard, like he’s pulling into himself. There’s nowhere for him to hide, though. And I’m going to strip him bare. Completely. Totally bare.
I slide my hand along his belly, from his chest bone all the way down to his waistband. His abs roll, the beauty of his pale skin compared to my tanned hand is breathtaking. Groaning, I start opening his pants. He reaches for his fly, unzipping it for me.
I nuzzle his neck then pull his shirt off his body, trapping his hands. “I’ll do it.”
“But.”
I swat his ass, hard. “I said I’ll do it.” I growl a little. “I don’t like repeating myself, boy.”
“Okay! You don’t have to hit!”
“You don’t like spankings, Nic? Most subs get off on them big time.”
Nic shrugs. That’s not an answer.
“I asked you a question, boy.” I spank him again.
He moans and I see his prick fill. No matter what he says now, there’s my answer.
“You didn’t say you’d be spanking!”
“You didn’t say you’d be ducking my questions and making me repeat myself, either,” I point out.
“I’m not. Jesus.”
“Then answer my question, Nic. Do you like spankings or not?”
“I like good ones from talented Tops.”
I’ve shaken him a little bit, I can tell. I think it’s a good thing—he needs to be shaken up and to push back, and he needs me to push right back instead of giving way like everyone before me has.
“You don’t like admitting your needs, do you?”
He sniffs and shakes his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you do.” Does he not even want to admit it to himself?
“Don’t speak for me, man. I know my own brain.”
“Do you?” I open his pants and pull them down along his hips.
“I do.” His muscles ripple, his long, thin cock continuing to fill for me.
He’s shaved bare and it makes me draw in a breath, my own cock twitching hard. “Who shaved you, boy?”
“I did it. It made my prick look bigger.”
I manage not to burst out laughing. “There’s nothing wrong with your prick, boy.”
His pale skin goes rosy, not hiding anything. Damn, I am going to remember this.
I slide my hand down along his belly, fingers sliding across his dick. His breath stops, and he waits, so tense. I run my fingers right to the tip, sweep my index finger across it, then slide them back up over his sweet belly.
He’s focused on me, on my touch.
I flick his right nipple. “You’d look great with a pair of rings.” His long, lean body is almost calling for them.
“I almost did, once, but I chickened out.”
“That’s the kind of thing that’s better with your master there to hold your hand, anyway.” When he’s my boy, I’m going to decorate him. Piercings and ink, both. He’ll fuss and protest, but unless he safewords, my will is law.
Get your entry in for my yay doma and prop8 are no more contest here.
I've got a contest on Charlie Cochet's Purple Rose Tea House, too. It's on until Friday.
And SWAK: Pushy Bottom is now out!
Darren Black has been watching beautiful, aloof sub Nikolai for some time. Nic is the pushiest bottom he’s ever seen. Doms don’t stick with him for long, but Darren plans on being the one who does.
After spending a night together in one intense scene after another, Darren introduces Nic to the pleasures of waking up with a lover.
Could Darren be the one to claim Nic?
buy it here!
There's an excerpt on the publisher's page here.
It’s quiet back here, the low rumble from the main room muffled. I’m always pleased with the cleanliness of the private rooms, the simplicity. White sheets on a simple queen sized mattress. A spanking bench, a table and chairs. The cabinet holds the barest supplies—a paddle, some cuffs, some lube, a simple black blindfold. Nothing too personal.
I take out the blindfold. It’s soft, but not shiny the way satin would be. I hand it over so Nic can touch it, examine it. Anticipate it. Nic takes it, but looks at me, stares at me. He is letting me lead, and I know this is another gift. I might pay for it later, but for now he is being generous with himself.
“I’m going to blindfold you then undress you,” I tell him, wanting him to know what’s going to happen.
“Works for me. I’m okay with naked.”
That doesn’t surprise me at all. He’s a beautiful boy.
I take the blindfold back and move behind him. I can see the tension across his shoulders, in his back. He’s not nearly as cavalier as he likes to pretend. But that’s okay because I’m not casual about this at all.
I draw the blindfold across his eyes. Once I have it tied, I run my fingers through his hair, enjoying the silky feel. It’s heavier than I’d thought it would be, honestly, and very thick.
“You like guys with long hair?” he asks.
“I like it on you.” I don’t have a type so much when it comes to physical attributes. I like a man that needs what I can give, who craves it. I think Nikolai can be that guy.
I lean in and breathe, pulling his scent into my lungs.
Nic steps away, obviously surprised.
“Where are you going, boy?” It feels right, to call him that.
“Nowhere. Sorry, man.”
I’d like more respect than his off-handed “man” offers, but I need to address his apology first. “You don’t have to apologize for your reactions, especially if I haven’t given you any orders yet.”
“Are you going to touch me?”
“I am.” I speak quietly, keeping the mood between us intimate.
God, he’s lovely, standing there, shivering for me. I reach around him and begin to undo his buttons. His belly goes tight, hard, like he’s pulling into himself. There’s nowhere for him to hide, though. And I’m going to strip him bare. Completely. Totally bare.
I slide my hand along his belly, from his chest bone all the way down to his waistband. His abs roll, the beauty of his pale skin compared to my tanned hand is breathtaking. Groaning, I start opening his pants. He reaches for his fly, unzipping it for me.
I nuzzle his neck then pull his shirt off his body, trapping his hands. “I’ll do it.”
“But.”
I swat his ass, hard. “I said I’ll do it.” I growl a little. “I don’t like repeating myself, boy.”
“Okay! You don’t have to hit!”
“You don’t like spankings, Nic? Most subs get off on them big time.”
Nic shrugs. That’s not an answer.
“I asked you a question, boy.” I spank him again.
He moans and I see his prick fill. No matter what he says now, there’s my answer.
“You didn’t say you’d be spanking!”
“You didn’t say you’d be ducking my questions and making me repeat myself, either,” I point out.
“I’m not. Jesus.”
“Then answer my question, Nic. Do you like spankings or not?”
“I like good ones from talented Tops.”
I’ve shaken him a little bit, I can tell. I think it’s a good thing—he needs to be shaken up and to push back, and he needs me to push right back instead of giving way like everyone before me has.
“You don’t like admitting your needs, do you?”
He sniffs and shakes his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you do.” Does he not even want to admit it to himself?
“Don’t speak for me, man. I know my own brain.”
“Do you?” I open his pants and pull them down along his hips.
“I do.” His muscles ripple, his long, thin cock continuing to fill for me.
He’s shaved bare and it makes me draw in a breath, my own cock twitching hard. “Who shaved you, boy?”
“I did it. It made my prick look bigger.”
I manage not to burst out laughing. “There’s nothing wrong with your prick, boy.”
His pale skin goes rosy, not hiding anything. Damn, I am going to remember this.
I slide my hand down along his belly, fingers sliding across his dick. His breath stops, and he waits, so tense. I run my fingers right to the tip, sweep my index finger across it, then slide them back up over his sweet belly.
He’s focused on me, on my touch.
I flick his right nipple. “You’d look great with a pair of rings.” His long, lean body is almost calling for them.
“I almost did, once, but I chickened out.”
“That’s the kind of thing that’s better with your master there to hold your hand, anyway.” When he’s my boy, I’m going to decorate him. Piercings and ink, both. He’ll fuss and protest, but unless he safewords, my will is law.
Today is a good day!
DOMA and Prop 8 are both gone -- it's about time!
Let's have a contest to celebrate -- send me an email to seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (without the spaces) and tomorrow morning I'll randomly draw a winner. Prize is the ebook of the winner's choice from my catalog.
Throws rainbow coloured confetti!
Let's have a contest to celebrate -- send me an email to seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (without the spaces) and tomorrow morning I'll randomly draw a winner. Prize is the ebook of the winner's choice from my catalog.
Throws rainbow coloured confetti!
Obedience Classes released as a Stand Alone
Last year I had a story in the Like it or Not anthology. This week it was released as a stand alone story. So if you weren't sure if you wanted to invest in the whole anthology, now's your chance to pick up the story on its own!
When his pack alpha becomes fed up with his rebellion, werewolf Trevor is overdue for an attitude adjustment. Lone wolf Dirk is charged with this task, as a favor to the pack. Dirk, though, seems more interested in claiming Trevor for himself, by any means necessary. And regardless of Trevor's feelings on the matter.
You can buy it here.
When his pack alpha becomes fed up with his rebellion, werewolf Trevor is overdue for an attitude adjustment. Lone wolf Dirk is charged with this task, as a favor to the pack. Dirk, though, seems more interested in claiming Trevor for himself, by any means necessary. And regardless of Trevor's feelings on the matter.
You can buy it here.
June 25, 2013
Author Spotlight Tuesday -- Amanda Bretz
Boxers or briefs?
Boxer-briefs, they’re form-fitting and hug all the right parts.
Favorite position to write?
I’m pretty much equal opportunity, but if I have to choose just one, I’d say woman on top ;-).
Favorite kink to write?
I haven’t written kink…yet. So far I have only published one erotic romance, but I am working on a second.
Tattoos or piercings?
On the right man, there’s nothing hotter. As for myself, I am ink free. I’ve wanted to get a tattoo for years, and one of these days I’ll get the nerve to just do it already.
Cut, uncut or I love them all?
I love them all. The male form is sexy, period.
What's your favorite thing about Tropical Heat?
The location, it’s set in Ocho Rios, Jamaica. I visited Ocho Rios many years ago on my honeymoon and it was by far the most beautiful place I have ever traveled to.
They have one night together to explore their passion, fulfill their needs and quench their desires, but will one night be enough?
Rayne Willows is an artist from the Pacific Northwest looking to shake up her boring life. A trip to Jamaica sounds like the perfect way to let loose and rekindle her passion for photography. When she meets local man Marcus Greene on the beach in Ocho Rios, sparks immediately fly. Marcus offers to show Rayne around his beautiful hometown, but during the sightseeing tour, the two quickly realize the passion they have for each other can’t be held back. They decide to make their one night together a sexy experience neither of them is likely to forget.
Excerpt:
Surrounded by the cobalt ocean and the lush green hills, I couldn’t help but feel inspired. Jamaica was all that I’d thought it would be—and more. I closed my eyes and reveled in the sensations. The catamaran I was on swung and swayed to a rhythm that only it knew.
The sun burned on the breathtaking horizon. Thanks to the powerful early-morning light, the sea glittered clear to the bottom of the cerulean depths. I turned my head when briefly the calypso music stopped and the captain announced in his lilting island accent that we’d almost reached our destination.
Ocho Rios. We were almost there. As an artist I had spent the last ten years dreaming about visiting here, all of Jamaica, actually. Seeing the popular tourist destination of Ocho Rios had always been one of my deepest desires. The town was home to so much beauty.
The boat was en route to Dunn’s River Falls, and I couldn’t wait to experience the rush of the water, the absolute freedom of being one with the land as I explored the natural wonder. When I stepped off the boat dock and touched down in the soft sand, a hundred possible paintings flashed in my mind. The landscape that was set before me became my canvas. The beach at sunset with hues of tangerine, scarlet, turquoise and lavender. The beach at dawn when the sun kissed the shore good morning. The beach on a rainy day, with the turbulent churning of a navy blue sea against an angry, dark sky.
When I stepped a little closer to the falls, my heart pounded. The rushing water was so loud, I could barely hear my own thoughts. I stopped to stare at the unique rock formation. Nestled in the cliff just off the beach were the falls. The water cascaded down through large boulders, which resembled a jagged staircase.
Taking a step forward reverently, somewhat timidly, I dipped my head under the spray that emptied out into the sea and pulled back instantly. Despite the tropical weather, the spring-fed water coming from the falls was frigid. I paused to look around, wondering if everyone else on the beach was as shocked by the chilly waters as I was. Groups of American tourists shrieked and splashed around on the beach, while running back and forth between the waters of the deep blue Caribbean Sea and the crisp clear water from the falls.
The scene made me smile. I brought my camera’s viewfinder to my eye and began to snap pictures of the idyllic landscape.
I nearly gasped in surprise when I saw a shirtless bronzed Adonis jogging towards me. Even though it was an invasion of his privacy, I used the powerful zoom feature on my camera to get a better shot. I zoomed in further, closing in on his washboard abs. I swallowed hard. I’d heard of a six-pack, but the sexy hunk was sporting an eight-pack.
When he got closer, I twisted the lens and readjusted the zoom to focus in on his face. I clicked off a half-dozen shots in rapid succession as he ran towards me. His features were so stunning I knew he had to be some type of celebrity in Jamaica on vacation. Those eyes—they were the colour of warm caramel, and as he approached me, I could have sworn he was looking deeply into my own. God, he was gorgeous. I snapped one more picture of him as he jogged past me and it was all I could do not to follow him with my camera.
Want to know what happens next? Here’s where to buy Tropical Heat.
Amanda Bretz is the contemporary romance author of Finding Justus, Love in Greener Pastures, Love, Simplified and Tropical Heat. She holds a degree in communication from Florida Gulf Coast University in Fort Myers, Florida and has written for both print and online media. When not writing, Amanda can be found whipping up something delectable in her kitchen, spending time in nature or getting lost in a good book. Amanda works as a freelance journalist and is writing her fourth novel, set in historic Saint Charles, Missouri, which is where she resides with her husband, Brandon.
How to reach Amanda online
Website
Blog
Facebook
Twitter:@realamandabretz
Boxer-briefs, they’re form-fitting and hug all the right parts.
Favorite position to write?
I’m pretty much equal opportunity, but if I have to choose just one, I’d say woman on top ;-).
Favorite kink to write?
I haven’t written kink…yet. So far I have only published one erotic romance, but I am working on a second.
Tattoos or piercings?
On the right man, there’s nothing hotter. As for myself, I am ink free. I’ve wanted to get a tattoo for years, and one of these days I’ll get the nerve to just do it already.
Cut, uncut or I love them all?
I love them all. The male form is sexy, period.
What's your favorite thing about Tropical Heat?
The location, it’s set in Ocho Rios, Jamaica. I visited Ocho Rios many years ago on my honeymoon and it was by far the most beautiful place I have ever traveled to.
They have one night together to explore their passion, fulfill their needs and quench their desires, but will one night be enough?
Rayne Willows is an artist from the Pacific Northwest looking to shake up her boring life. A trip to Jamaica sounds like the perfect way to let loose and rekindle her passion for photography. When she meets local man Marcus Greene on the beach in Ocho Rios, sparks immediately fly. Marcus offers to show Rayne around his beautiful hometown, but during the sightseeing tour, the two quickly realize the passion they have for each other can’t be held back. They decide to make their one night together a sexy experience neither of them is likely to forget.
Excerpt:
Surrounded by the cobalt ocean and the lush green hills, I couldn’t help but feel inspired. Jamaica was all that I’d thought it would be—and more. I closed my eyes and reveled in the sensations. The catamaran I was on swung and swayed to a rhythm that only it knew.
The sun burned on the breathtaking horizon. Thanks to the powerful early-morning light, the sea glittered clear to the bottom of the cerulean depths. I turned my head when briefly the calypso music stopped and the captain announced in his lilting island accent that we’d almost reached our destination.
Ocho Rios. We were almost there. As an artist I had spent the last ten years dreaming about visiting here, all of Jamaica, actually. Seeing the popular tourist destination of Ocho Rios had always been one of my deepest desires. The town was home to so much beauty.
The boat was en route to Dunn’s River Falls, and I couldn’t wait to experience the rush of the water, the absolute freedom of being one with the land as I explored the natural wonder. When I stepped off the boat dock and touched down in the soft sand, a hundred possible paintings flashed in my mind. The landscape that was set before me became my canvas. The beach at sunset with hues of tangerine, scarlet, turquoise and lavender. The beach at dawn when the sun kissed the shore good morning. The beach on a rainy day, with the turbulent churning of a navy blue sea against an angry, dark sky.
When I stepped a little closer to the falls, my heart pounded. The rushing water was so loud, I could barely hear my own thoughts. I stopped to stare at the unique rock formation. Nestled in the cliff just off the beach were the falls. The water cascaded down through large boulders, which resembled a jagged staircase.
Taking a step forward reverently, somewhat timidly, I dipped my head under the spray that emptied out into the sea and pulled back instantly. Despite the tropical weather, the spring-fed water coming from the falls was frigid. I paused to look around, wondering if everyone else on the beach was as shocked by the chilly waters as I was. Groups of American tourists shrieked and splashed around on the beach, while running back and forth between the waters of the deep blue Caribbean Sea and the crisp clear water from the falls.
The scene made me smile. I brought my camera’s viewfinder to my eye and began to snap pictures of the idyllic landscape.
I nearly gasped in surprise when I saw a shirtless bronzed Adonis jogging towards me. Even though it was an invasion of his privacy, I used the powerful zoom feature on my camera to get a better shot. I zoomed in further, closing in on his washboard abs. I swallowed hard. I’d heard of a six-pack, but the sexy hunk was sporting an eight-pack.
When he got closer, I twisted the lens and readjusted the zoom to focus in on his face. I clicked off a half-dozen shots in rapid succession as he ran towards me. His features were so stunning I knew he had to be some type of celebrity in Jamaica on vacation. Those eyes—they were the colour of warm caramel, and as he approached me, I could have sworn he was looking deeply into my own. God, he was gorgeous. I snapped one more picture of him as he jogged past me and it was all I could do not to follow him with my camera.
Want to know what happens next? Here’s where to buy Tropical Heat.
Amanda Bretz is the contemporary romance author of Finding Justus, Love in Greener Pastures, Love, Simplified and Tropical Heat. She holds a degree in communication from Florida Gulf Coast University in Fort Myers, Florida and has written for both print and online media. When not writing, Amanda can be found whipping up something delectable in her kitchen, spending time in nature or getting lost in a good book. Amanda works as a freelance journalist and is writing her fourth novel, set in historic Saint Charles, Missouri, which is where she resides with her husband, Brandon.
How to reach Amanda online
Website
Blog
Twitter:@realamandabretz
June 24, 2013
My God it's Monday
Not feeling too shiny today but I'm chalking it up to it being a Monday!
I do however have shiny things to share!
There's a sale on at Torquere Press today and tomorrow. The code is summer2013 and it gives you 20% off your order(s). If you haven't picked up Renew yet, now's the time to do so!
Tomorrow I'm guest posting at Charlie Cochet's Purple Rose Teahouse.
Thursday I'll be at the TRS Release Party.
And on Wednesday SWAK: Pushy Bottom comes out from Resplendence Publishing! And talk about shiny -- I know I've mentioned it before but I am loving the cover for this one very much.
Darren Black has been watching beautiful, aloof sub Nikolai for some time. Nic is the pushiest bottom he’s ever seen. Doms don’t stick with him for long, but Darren plans on being the one who does.
After spending a night together in one intense scene after another, Darren introduces Nic to the pleasures of waking up with a lover.
Could Darren be the one to claim Nic?
Tomorrow Amanda Bretz is in the Tuesday Author Spotlight.
I do however have shiny things to share!
There's a sale on at Torquere Press today and tomorrow. The code is summer2013 and it gives you 20% off your order(s). If you haven't picked up Renew yet, now's the time to do so!
Tomorrow I'm guest posting at Charlie Cochet's Purple Rose Teahouse.
Thursday I'll be at the TRS Release Party.
And on Wednesday SWAK: Pushy Bottom comes out from Resplendence Publishing! And talk about shiny -- I know I've mentioned it before but I am loving the cover for this one very much.
Darren Black has been watching beautiful, aloof sub Nikolai for some time. Nic is the pushiest bottom he’s ever seen. Doms don’t stick with him for long, but Darren plans on being the one who does.
After spending a night together in one intense scene after another, Darren introduces Nic to the pleasures of waking up with a lover.
Could Darren be the one to claim Nic?
Tomorrow Amanda Bretz is in the Tuesday Author Spotlight.
June 19, 2013
Renew, a Hammer story is out!
Sharing your problems with your master always makes things better, but it's a lesson every sub needs to relearn now and then. Jim, Montana and Jeremy are no different and a get together at the Hammer has them reminiscing about how Marcus, Billy and Simon have helped to make everything better, once they were in the loop about their subs' problems.
Join these three popular Hammer couples as they celebrate their lives together.
You can buy it here.
There's an excerpt here.
They made it up to the door, then into the front room where Jeremy's wheelchair waited. His lover eased himself down, sighed softly. Kneeling at Jeremy's feet, he began the process of taking off Jeremy's prosthetics.
Jeremy looked away, not meeting his eyes. "Tell me they look okay."
"They look fine." He cupped Jeremy's stumps, rubbing them.
They were red, hot, and Simon would encourage his lover to let them rest tomorrow, but there weren't blisters or tears, even bruises.
"G...good. Good. Simon." Jeremy spread, pushed into his hands.
He leaned up, brought their mouths together. He had his lover. He had Jeremy.
Jeremy opened for him, and he pushed, hands cupping and tilting the man's face. He knew what Marcus was feeling, knew about the fear of losing. He was going to take Jeremy, push and make his gorgeous lover scream.
Their lips parted slowly and he rested their foreheads together, panting softly. "Okay, love. Upstairs. I have those plans, after all."
"Uh-huh."
He pushed Jeremy over to the stairs and they got the man into the chair that would carry him up the stairs.
"I'm going to go ahead and pick out the toys I want to use tonight."
Jeremy nodded as the chair began its slow ascent. "Sounds good to me."
"See you upstairs, love."
Simon climbed the stairs and went into the bedroom, pulling the covers back, setting out Jeremy's pillows. He wanted Jeremy spread and desperate, focused on nothing but his touch. He found a sound with a little rose on top and he set it out on the bedside table, along with the lube. A nice fat plug, ropes, a blindfold.
He hadn't undressed, and by the time Jeremy had wheeled into the room, his prick pushed hard against his slacks
"I made it." Jeremy wheeled over to the bed.
"Mmm. So you did." He reached out, fingers sliding through Jeremy's hair. "My stud."
Jeremy kissed his palm, licked his skin.
"On the bed, love."
Jeremy grabbed the hand-grips and moved himself, his entire body tensing as he did. Simon slid his hands over Jeremy's muscles, making a happy noise. His lover flexed, playing a little, pushing into his hands.
"Someone's trying to seduce me." It was working, too. He loved Jeremy's body.
"Always." Jeremy's hand slid down his body, cupped his cock.
"Mmm." He pushed into the touch.
"Dancing makes you need, beauty."
"You make me need."
"Just me?" Jeremy beamed at him.
"Just you, love. Always and only you."
Simon got a slow kiss, then Jeremy winked at him. "Now that we have the mushy stuff out of the way, wanna fuck?"
June 18, 2013
Author Spotlight Tuesday - A. Catherine Noon
Boxers or briefs?
Briefs, definitely.
Favorite position to write?
I’m in it now! LOL. I have two spots, but my favorite is on the couch, cornered with two pillows and my feather throw blanket. I love having my kitten on my leg and my hub on the other end of the couch where I can rest my feet on him.
Favorite kink to write?
Hmm. Tough question, since it depends on the character. But if I had to pick one, I think it’s restraining with the hands (as opposed to leather restraints or something like that).
Tattoos or piercings?
Again, it depends on the person or character. I think tattoos win by a small margin.
Cut, uncut or I love them all?
Love them all!
What's your favorite thing about TIGER TIGER?
There are a couple surprises for the reader and that’s what I love about this book. I hope the reader will enjoy them as much as we did, writing them.
Chicagoland Shifters, Book 2
Veterinary trauma surgeon and animal empath Sasha Soskoff has found everything he ever wanted with his new partners Neal, Steve and Carlos. Life feels as safe and secure as it can be among a group of ex-Marine tiger shifters. Until a homeless man is found, gruesomely mauled and murdered, near Neal’s BDSM club.
When it’s determined a rogue tiger did the deed, the jaguars’ accusing eyes turn toward Sasha’s lovers. The precarious balance of peace tips dangerously toward war.
Neal knows damned well none of his tigers committed the crime. Someone must be in Chicago without his knowledge or permission, and they’d better find him fast before uncertainty and conflict rip the tight-knit band apart from the inside.
As Sasha struggles to heal the stress fractures forming among his tiger family, he begins to wonder if his dreams of a home, and love, were too good to be true. And it’s precisely that moment the killer strikes at the heart of the tiger clan—Sasha himself.
Buy Tiger Tiger.
Excerpt:
After they ordered, Carlos sat back. “You’ve always wanted to be a vet?”
Sasha shook his head, sipping his milkshake. “No. I started out wanting to be a doctor.”
“A vet’s a doctor,” Carlos protested.
Sasha smiled, bitterness at many arguments over that same point flowing through his memory. “I mean a people doctor.”
“Well, why didn’t you?”
“I have a gift.” He shrugged, trying to keep his tone light. “It became obvious that I should use it. My favorite aunt helped me make the decision. She’s a doctor herself.”
“Isn’t it hard to work on animals? I mean, if you can feel their pain, and stuff?”
Sasha shook his head and sat back. “I can help them. Some of them, I can talk to. It means that I can help them in ways other vets can’t.”
“Why a trauma surgeon?”
“Because I’m good at it.”
Carlos rolled his eyes.
“No, I mean it. I’m good at it. It’s a difficult job. You never know what you’ll get, and what you do get is bad. But I can help the animals and do a lot of good that I wouldn’t do in a normal veterinary practice.”
“Do you miss it?”
“Miss what?”
“Your practice and stuff.”
Sasha shrugged. “I have the clinic here. And I don’t know, but Doctor Salisbury said he’d help as much as he could. I’ve already heard from the zoo. They want to meet with me and see about putting me on call.”
Carlos’s eyes widened. “Wow!”
“Say that at two in the morning when the phone rings.” He rolled his eyes but laughed. “I love it. Zoo animals don’t get the kind of care that pets do because they’re wild and because people don’t always know how to deal with them. I like being able to help.”
Their food came, and Sasha eyed his plate with a growling stomach. The grilled cheese smelled divine, even though he’d need to run a couple of extra miles to work off the calories. The French fries made it worth it. He nibbled one, trying not to burn his tongue, and watched as Carlos took an enormous bite of burger.
Sasha moaned around the mouthful of the cheese. They used basic stuff, but for some reason it tasted incredible. Better not wonder how much grease and fat accounted for the flavor… Both he and Carlos made a grab for the last quarter of the sandwich on the plate. Sasha won and chortled. He waved it in the air, teasing Carlos.
“Aw, Doc, I’m still a growing kitty.”
“Okay, I’ll split it with you.”
Carlos offered his knife. As Sasha cut, a shadow fell over their table. Sasha could tell from the energy radiating from the huge, muscled newcomer that he was a shifter.
Several more stood a few paces away, watching, all just as big.
Sasha looked up. “Can we help you?”
“You the tiger toy?”
Carlos growled low in his chest.
The new shifter turned to Carlos, a string of Spanish flowing from him. Carlos answered in the same language, his tone sharp and angry. Sasha only caught one thing from the exchange—Lucho worked for the Gatos.
Carlos pushed back his chair with a loud scrape and stood to face off against the jaguar shifter.
Gods, this didn’t look good.
Briefs, definitely.
Favorite position to write?
I’m in it now! LOL. I have two spots, but my favorite is on the couch, cornered with two pillows and my feather throw blanket. I love having my kitten on my leg and my hub on the other end of the couch where I can rest my feet on him.
Favorite kink to write?
Hmm. Tough question, since it depends on the character. But if I had to pick one, I think it’s restraining with the hands (as opposed to leather restraints or something like that).
Tattoos or piercings?
Again, it depends on the person or character. I think tattoos win by a small margin.
Cut, uncut or I love them all?
Love them all!
What's your favorite thing about TIGER TIGER?
There are a couple surprises for the reader and that’s what I love about this book. I hope the reader will enjoy them as much as we did, writing them.
Chicagoland Shifters, Book 2
Veterinary trauma surgeon and animal empath Sasha Soskoff has found everything he ever wanted with his new partners Neal, Steve and Carlos. Life feels as safe and secure as it can be among a group of ex-Marine tiger shifters. Until a homeless man is found, gruesomely mauled and murdered, near Neal’s BDSM club.
When it’s determined a rogue tiger did the deed, the jaguars’ accusing eyes turn toward Sasha’s lovers. The precarious balance of peace tips dangerously toward war.
Neal knows damned well none of his tigers committed the crime. Someone must be in Chicago without his knowledge or permission, and they’d better find him fast before uncertainty and conflict rip the tight-knit band apart from the inside.
As Sasha struggles to heal the stress fractures forming among his tiger family, he begins to wonder if his dreams of a home, and love, were too good to be true. And it’s precisely that moment the killer strikes at the heart of the tiger clan—Sasha himself.
Buy Tiger Tiger.
Excerpt:
After they ordered, Carlos sat back. “You’ve always wanted to be a vet?”
Sasha shook his head, sipping his milkshake. “No. I started out wanting to be a doctor.”
“A vet’s a doctor,” Carlos protested.
Sasha smiled, bitterness at many arguments over that same point flowing through his memory. “I mean a people doctor.”
“Well, why didn’t you?”
“I have a gift.” He shrugged, trying to keep his tone light. “It became obvious that I should use it. My favorite aunt helped me make the decision. She’s a doctor herself.”
“Isn’t it hard to work on animals? I mean, if you can feel their pain, and stuff?”
Sasha shook his head and sat back. “I can help them. Some of them, I can talk to. It means that I can help them in ways other vets can’t.”
“Why a trauma surgeon?”
“Because I’m good at it.”
Carlos rolled his eyes.
“No, I mean it. I’m good at it. It’s a difficult job. You never know what you’ll get, and what you do get is bad. But I can help the animals and do a lot of good that I wouldn’t do in a normal veterinary practice.”
“Do you miss it?”
“Miss what?”
“Your practice and stuff.”
Sasha shrugged. “I have the clinic here. And I don’t know, but Doctor Salisbury said he’d help as much as he could. I’ve already heard from the zoo. They want to meet with me and see about putting me on call.”
Carlos’s eyes widened. “Wow!”
“Say that at two in the morning when the phone rings.” He rolled his eyes but laughed. “I love it. Zoo animals don’t get the kind of care that pets do because they’re wild and because people don’t always know how to deal with them. I like being able to help.”
Their food came, and Sasha eyed his plate with a growling stomach. The grilled cheese smelled divine, even though he’d need to run a couple of extra miles to work off the calories. The French fries made it worth it. He nibbled one, trying not to burn his tongue, and watched as Carlos took an enormous bite of burger.
Sasha moaned around the mouthful of the cheese. They used basic stuff, but for some reason it tasted incredible. Better not wonder how much grease and fat accounted for the flavor… Both he and Carlos made a grab for the last quarter of the sandwich on the plate. Sasha won and chortled. He waved it in the air, teasing Carlos.
“Aw, Doc, I’m still a growing kitty.”
“Okay, I’ll split it with you.”
Carlos offered his knife. As Sasha cut, a shadow fell over their table. Sasha could tell from the energy radiating from the huge, muscled newcomer that he was a shifter.
Several more stood a few paces away, watching, all just as big.
Sasha looked up. “Can we help you?”
“You the tiger toy?”
Carlos growled low in his chest.
The new shifter turned to Carlos, a string of Spanish flowing from him. Carlos answered in the same language, his tone sharp and angry. Sasha only caught one thing from the exchange—Lucho worked for the Gatos.
Carlos pushed back his chair with a loud scrape and stood to face off against the jaguar shifter.
Gods, this didn’t look good.
June 17, 2013
My God It's Monday
And I'm definitely having a Monday!
Let me post my so fun cover for Renew:
Renew comes out on Wednesday and features Marcus and Jim, Billy and Montana, and Simon and Jeremy.
Tuesday I'm at the Rainbow Studio Blog.
Wednesday I'm at the Romance for the Rest of Us blog.
Friday I'm at Dawn's Reading Nook.
Tomorrow's Author Spotlight Tuesday is A. Catherine Noon.
Let me post my so fun cover for Renew:
Renew comes out on Wednesday and features Marcus and Jim, Billy and Montana, and Simon and Jeremy.
Tuesday I'm at the Rainbow Studio Blog.
Wednesday I'm at the Romance for the Rest of Us blog.
Friday I'm at Dawn's Reading Nook.
Tomorrow's Author Spotlight Tuesday is A. Catherine Noon.
June 16, 2013
Father's Day books
Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there.
I have a few novels featuring dads and two of my publishers are currently running father's day sales.
Changeling is 15% off one order with the code FathersDay 2013 - today is the last day.
Torquere is 20% off any order with the code dad20123 - today is the last day.
My books featuring dads:
Abandoned by his partner in the wilds of Alaska, Peter is pretty much at the end of his rope. He has a cabin falling down around his ears, two young babies to care for, and too much alone time to think about his situation. It's enough to make a man rethink wanting to be a dad.
Park Ranger Chad thinks Peter could use some help, especially when fire and weather warnings make him wonder if Peter's little cabin is going to make it through the year. When he takes Peter and the babies in, he finds out that the attraction the two of them felt on their first meeting has the potential to be a lot more. Can he convince Peter that they can do more than keep each other warm?
First Steps is available here
Eric doesn’t know where else to turn when his daughter is kidnapped, so he calls on his powerful ex-lover, Brock. Brock never expected to hear from Eric again, but he never got over the man, either. When Eric comes to him to help find the three-year-old Josie, there's no way Brock can turn him down. He has the money and the contacts Eric needs, and he can't let Eric walk out of his life again. Not after all these years.
Brock has no idea what he's letting himself in for. Together, Eric and Josie turn Brock's world upside down while they work with police and private security to find the people who took Josie, and to keep Eric and Josie safe while they do. Even as they get to know each other again, Brock has to fight the feelings he still has for Eric, at least for time being, which just makes it all that much harder. Can Eric and Brock find out who wants to hurt them before it's too late, or will Brock fall off his pedestal as Eric's hero?
Unlikely Hero is available here.
When Jeff agreed to be the sperm donor to his best friend Beth, he never expected a tragedy to leave his newborn and three year old motherless. That's exactly what's happened, though, and it's totally thrown his life into chaos: his lover has left him, his house isn't anywhere near childproof and his boss feels the restaurant has been patient enough with the time off.
Donny has always known he wanted to be in childcare, and he just finished his degree in early childhood education. He didn't count on people being less than thrilled to hire him when they find out that not only is he a male nanny, but a gay one at that. Job hunting has been frustrating to say the least, so when he knocks on Jeff's door and is greeted by the sounds of things breaking and a pair of screaming children, he thinks, just maybe, he can begin this particular interview with a trial by fire.
Becoming the nanny to Jeff's children just might be a dream come true for Danny, and exactly what Jeff needs, but are either one of them ready to really be a family?
Daddy, Daddy and Me is available here.
Slayde's got the best job on earth: he's a nanny to Army nurse and widow Mindy's three kids. He's been with the family since the oldest was born and is Uncle Slayde to all three children. When Mindy's deployed, things aren't easy, but he manages just fine. At least he does until Mindy's big brother Drake shows up unexpectedly, announcing he's there to help while Mindy is gone.
Drake is almost a stranger to the kids, hot as hell, especially in his motorcycling leathers, and straighter than straight. On top of that, Drake's not used to dealing with kids, with things like gluten free, recycling and not eating fast food and soon has Slayde's tight routine in shambles.
Slayde thinks Drake is far more of a hindrance than a help, at least at the start, but he tries to get along for Mindy's sake and eventually, having Drake around is easier than not. But what's he supposed to do when the straight, sexy leather wearing ex-cop makes a pass at him one night? Maybe there's more to Drake than Slayde assumed.
Mannies Incorporated is available here.
And I am currently working on the second Mannies Incorporated novel -- featuring a band new dad and a brand new mannie.
I have a few novels featuring dads and two of my publishers are currently running father's day sales.
Changeling is 15% off one order with the code FathersDay 2013 - today is the last day.
Torquere is 20% off any order with the code dad20123 - today is the last day.
My books featuring dads:
Abandoned by his partner in the wilds of Alaska, Peter is pretty much at the end of his rope. He has a cabin falling down around his ears, two young babies to care for, and too much alone time to think about his situation. It's enough to make a man rethink wanting to be a dad.
Park Ranger Chad thinks Peter could use some help, especially when fire and weather warnings make him wonder if Peter's little cabin is going to make it through the year. When he takes Peter and the babies in, he finds out that the attraction the two of them felt on their first meeting has the potential to be a lot more. Can he convince Peter that they can do more than keep each other warm?
First Steps is available here
Eric doesn’t know where else to turn when his daughter is kidnapped, so he calls on his powerful ex-lover, Brock. Brock never expected to hear from Eric again, but he never got over the man, either. When Eric comes to him to help find the three-year-old Josie, there's no way Brock can turn him down. He has the money and the contacts Eric needs, and he can't let Eric walk out of his life again. Not after all these years.
Brock has no idea what he's letting himself in for. Together, Eric and Josie turn Brock's world upside down while they work with police and private security to find the people who took Josie, and to keep Eric and Josie safe while they do. Even as they get to know each other again, Brock has to fight the feelings he still has for Eric, at least for time being, which just makes it all that much harder. Can Eric and Brock find out who wants to hurt them before it's too late, or will Brock fall off his pedestal as Eric's hero?
Unlikely Hero is available here.
When Jeff agreed to be the sperm donor to his best friend Beth, he never expected a tragedy to leave his newborn and three year old motherless. That's exactly what's happened, though, and it's totally thrown his life into chaos: his lover has left him, his house isn't anywhere near childproof and his boss feels the restaurant has been patient enough with the time off.
Donny has always known he wanted to be in childcare, and he just finished his degree in early childhood education. He didn't count on people being less than thrilled to hire him when they find out that not only is he a male nanny, but a gay one at that. Job hunting has been frustrating to say the least, so when he knocks on Jeff's door and is greeted by the sounds of things breaking and a pair of screaming children, he thinks, just maybe, he can begin this particular interview with a trial by fire.
Becoming the nanny to Jeff's children just might be a dream come true for Danny, and exactly what Jeff needs, but are either one of them ready to really be a family?
Daddy, Daddy and Me is available here.
Slayde's got the best job on earth: he's a nanny to Army nurse and widow Mindy's three kids. He's been with the family since the oldest was born and is Uncle Slayde to all three children. When Mindy's deployed, things aren't easy, but he manages just fine. At least he does until Mindy's big brother Drake shows up unexpectedly, announcing he's there to help while Mindy is gone.
Drake is almost a stranger to the kids, hot as hell, especially in his motorcycling leathers, and straighter than straight. On top of that, Drake's not used to dealing with kids, with things like gluten free, recycling and not eating fast food and soon has Slayde's tight routine in shambles.
Slayde thinks Drake is far more of a hindrance than a help, at least at the start, but he tries to get along for Mindy's sake and eventually, having Drake around is easier than not. But what's he supposed to do when the straight, sexy leather wearing ex-cop makes a pass at him one night? Maybe there's more to Drake than Slayde assumed.
Mannies Incorporated is available here.
And I am currently working on the second Mannies Incorporated novel -- featuring a band new dad and a brand new mannie.
June 11, 2013
Author Spotlight Tuesday - Pelaam
Boxers or briefs
Although it varies with my character, I'm partial to snug boxers.
Favourite position to write
In summer I like to write outdoors, such as on the beach. In the winter, I snuggle up indoors with a fire and a favourite DVD. In either instance a chilled glass of Chardonnay or Rose wine helps with the muse.
Favourite kink to write
That's difficult. Is rimming considered kinky? Otherwise I like securing one of my characters to the bed, while the other has their wicked way (consensual)
Tattoos or piercing
This question made me realise that although I like ink, I rarely write it into a story. However, I'm very partial to nipple piercings, and use that a lot.
Cut or uncut
Purely personal preference, cut. However they're all beautiful in their many sizes, shapes, and with or without piercings.
My favourite thing about the book "Like a Prayer"
This was in response to a call for a story based around a song from the 80s, and I used Like a Prayer. However, it was considered good enough to release as a standalone. This plus the fact that my editor, who didn't originally like the song, said they really liked my use of it, are my favourite things.
Blurb:
When bear meets fox, their world rocks.
Attracted by his beautiful singing voice, Detective Inspector Kieran Gallagher goes to see popular singer Lucas perform. Watching Lucas on stage, Kieran is rocked by the realisation the singer could be his mate. But before he can come to terms with that revelation, he finds Lucas, and the group he sings with, are suspects in a murder. He fears their bugeoning relationship is going to be de-railed when Lucas thinks Kiernan's only interest in him is as a suspect. When Lucas's life is threatened, the bear will do whatever it takes to protect its mate.
Buy link: http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=PmPRAYER
Excerpt:
The sound of his heels hitting the stone hallway rang out as Kieran stamped angrily towards his study. He clenched and unclenched his hands in counterpoint to his footfalls, and his deep sigh echoed in the emptiness. Tonight will be long and lonely.
The sigh was a mix of anger, sorrow, and frustration, Kieran turned and, with a change of mind, headed out to walk along the curtain wall. He trailed his fingers along the parapet. He stopped and stared out over the forest.
He'd had the small castle brought over from Ireland and rebuilt brick-by-brick. The nearby townsfolk were more than happy with him for having created a tourist attraction, even though that hadn't been his intention. But it paid to keep the locals happy. He even allowed visitors onto his grounds when he was absent from the castle. The beautiful forest nearby was the delight of the man he loved, and the reason Kieran had chosen the location.
The man who was absent on their anniversary.
He banged his hand down hard against the stone. The fault wasn't due to his beautiful Lucas. His beloved had been devastated to get the call from his father to attend a family party. But they both knew that relations between father and son would only deteriorate further if Lucas chose Kieran over him. When I get back, we'll go away together, somewhere you want, just the two of us. I love you, Kieran. Never doubt that.
Kieran turned his gaze upward. He didn't doubt it. Despite Mark's barbs and whispers behind his back of how his son had been in some way forced, tricked or coerced into their relationship, Kieran knew they had married because they both wanted to, and because Lucas was his true soul mate. However Mark hated that while Kieran was a shifter, he wasn't a fox, not even one of your graceful feline shifters either. No, I have to be a bear. Big, lumbering, and clumsy in my shifted form, but Lucas loves me just as I am.
He reached into the pocket of the shirt he wore and drew out a small box. Today was their fifth wedding anniversary, and he'd had something very special made. He opened the box and gazed at the charm inside. Made to his specifications lay a silver harp, with cornflower-blue tanzanite stones channel-set into the side. Perfect, just like Lucas. I give thanks every day for the blessing of his love and support.
He closed the box, and returned it to his pocket. He closed his eyes, picturing the way he would present Lucas with the token of his love. Cold-nosed nudges to his palms caused him to glance down. His two Irish wolfhounds wagged their tails and whined softly. Both dogs were silver-grey, and had been his anniversary present from Lucas for their third anniversary. He patted them, and they wagged harder.
Kieran shook his head. Five years already. I remember it as if it was yesterday.
Contest: Name two titles and main characters from any of my other paranormal books and I'll put the name of everyone who gets it right into a bowl and will draw a winner.
Although it varies with my character, I'm partial to snug boxers.
Favourite position to write
In summer I like to write outdoors, such as on the beach. In the winter, I snuggle up indoors with a fire and a favourite DVD. In either instance a chilled glass of Chardonnay or Rose wine helps with the muse.
Favourite kink to write
That's difficult. Is rimming considered kinky? Otherwise I like securing one of my characters to the bed, while the other has their wicked way (consensual)
Tattoos or piercing
This question made me realise that although I like ink, I rarely write it into a story. However, I'm very partial to nipple piercings, and use that a lot.
Cut or uncut
Purely personal preference, cut. However they're all beautiful in their many sizes, shapes, and with or without piercings.
My favourite thing about the book "Like a Prayer"
This was in response to a call for a story based around a song from the 80s, and I used Like a Prayer. However, it was considered good enough to release as a standalone. This plus the fact that my editor, who didn't originally like the song, said they really liked my use of it, are my favourite things.
Blurb:
When bear meets fox, their world rocks.
Attracted by his beautiful singing voice, Detective Inspector Kieran Gallagher goes to see popular singer Lucas perform. Watching Lucas on stage, Kieran is rocked by the realisation the singer could be his mate. But before he can come to terms with that revelation, he finds Lucas, and the group he sings with, are suspects in a murder. He fears their bugeoning relationship is going to be de-railed when Lucas thinks Kiernan's only interest in him is as a suspect. When Lucas's life is threatened, the bear will do whatever it takes to protect its mate.
Buy link: http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=PmPRAYER
Excerpt:
The sound of his heels hitting the stone hallway rang out as Kieran stamped angrily towards his study. He clenched and unclenched his hands in counterpoint to his footfalls, and his deep sigh echoed in the emptiness. Tonight will be long and lonely.
The sigh was a mix of anger, sorrow, and frustration, Kieran turned and, with a change of mind, headed out to walk along the curtain wall. He trailed his fingers along the parapet. He stopped and stared out over the forest.
He'd had the small castle brought over from Ireland and rebuilt brick-by-brick. The nearby townsfolk were more than happy with him for having created a tourist attraction, even though that hadn't been his intention. But it paid to keep the locals happy. He even allowed visitors onto his grounds when he was absent from the castle. The beautiful forest nearby was the delight of the man he loved, and the reason Kieran had chosen the location.
The man who was absent on their anniversary.
He banged his hand down hard against the stone. The fault wasn't due to his beautiful Lucas. His beloved had been devastated to get the call from his father to attend a family party. But they both knew that relations between father and son would only deteriorate further if Lucas chose Kieran over him. When I get back, we'll go away together, somewhere you want, just the two of us. I love you, Kieran. Never doubt that.
Kieran turned his gaze upward. He didn't doubt it. Despite Mark's barbs and whispers behind his back of how his son had been in some way forced, tricked or coerced into their relationship, Kieran knew they had married because they both wanted to, and because Lucas was his true soul mate. However Mark hated that while Kieran was a shifter, he wasn't a fox, not even one of your graceful feline shifters either. No, I have to be a bear. Big, lumbering, and clumsy in my shifted form, but Lucas loves me just as I am.
He reached into the pocket of the shirt he wore and drew out a small box. Today was their fifth wedding anniversary, and he'd had something very special made. He opened the box and gazed at the charm inside. Made to his specifications lay a silver harp, with cornflower-blue tanzanite stones channel-set into the side. Perfect, just like Lucas. I give thanks every day for the blessing of his love and support.
He closed the box, and returned it to his pocket. He closed his eyes, picturing the way he would present Lucas with the token of his love. Cold-nosed nudges to his palms caused him to glance down. His two Irish wolfhounds wagged their tails and whined softly. Both dogs were silver-grey, and had been his anniversary present from Lucas for their third anniversary. He patted them, and they wagged harder.
Kieran shook his head. Five years already. I remember it as if it was yesterday.
Contest: Name two titles and main characters from any of my other paranormal books and I'll put the name of everyone who gets it right into a bowl and will draw a winner.
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