Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Shadows of the Past by Carmen Stefanescu

  Shadows of the Past

Publish date: 4th December 2012


Publisher: Wild Child Publishing


Genre: paranormal/light romance/light horror.



Anne's relationship with her boyfriend Neil has disintegrated. After a two-year separation, they pack for a week vacation in hopes of reconciling. But fate has other plans for them.

The discovery of a bejeweled cross and ancient human bones opens a door to a new and frightening world--one where the ghost of a medieval nun named Genevieve will not let Anne rest. This new world threatens not only to ruin Anne and Neil's vacation but to end all hopes of reconciliation as Anne feels compelled to help free Genevieve's soul from its torment.

Can Anne save her relationship and help Genevieve find her eternal rest?

A touching, compelling story of tragedy, loss and the power of endless love and good magic.

The twists and turns in this paranormal tale keep the reader guessing up to the end and weave themselves together into a quest to rekindle love.





"Come, we should leave at once," she said and glanced nervously over her shoulder. "Something terrible happened after you left for town. I think the Abbess found out about us. Our meeting in Uncle Ryan's cabin is no longer a secret. We have been overheard. For all I know someone spies on us even as we speak. I think the Abbess, or one of her 'friends,' is hovering somewhere nearby and listening to every word."

Andrew pulled Genevieve to his chest. "Do you regret you've come with me?"

Passion smothered Genevieve's doubt and guilt. "Never," she answered, aware of her body's response to his touch, and she succumbed to his embrace.

With her eyes closed and their bodies touching she became, for the very first time, simply a woman. She melted in his embrace in spite of the invisible vicious threat breathing around them. Aware they might never be alone again, she fought hard to silence the voice of conscience berating her.

"Oh, God. Please forgive me," Andrew muttered under his breath when he bowed his head to kiss her. Their lips met in a passionate first kiss.

Genevieve's spirits fell and her heart skipped a beat when, a couple of seconds later, she opened her eyes and her gaze fell on a knot strangers.

                             … . . .


            Tears welled in Anne's eyes, blurring her vision. She couldn’t explain them, or the sudden sadness seeping into her heart. This should’ve been a moment of happiness or, at least, contentment. She was with Neil again, and the outcome of their trip together should, very likely, bring their reconciliation. Why then did she seem detached from where she stood?

Anne shivered. Why the deep feeling of having seen this place, this forest before? And why the eerie sensation of being present here only in the body, while her mind was far away?

Away from the forest.

Away from Neil, the man who'd betrayed her trust and her love.

            An onrush of sensations unfamiliar to her followed. Dizziness and a malevolent feeling of unreality suffocated her.

Anne edged cautiously closer to the rim of the bare cliff. Her foot tapped the edge. It seemed solid. She stared into the darkness of the abyss at her feet. It echoed the shadows in her heart.  An unusual curiosity took hold of her. Should she step ahead? What was down there? Other human bones? Another mystery? The presence of evil, creeping up and enveloping her, became almost palpable. The vines of fog folded around her, dragging her to the depth. Her throat turned dry, and she gasped for air.

Megan's face contorted, the voice no longer pleasant. A hoarse gurgle, spluttering distorted words, "Yes, come... I'm waiting... I've been waiting for you for such a long time..."

1) Why do you write romance?
I think it as the best way to express the feeling that moves ahead humankind - Love.  Nevertheless, my books aren’t romances hundred per cent. They are a cross-over, a mix of different genres. You can find in them a bit for everybody. Except romance there are elements of historical, mystery, horror.

2) What romance subgenres do you write in? Why?
I write paranormal. Not because I live in Dracula’s country, Romania, but because I am fascinated with everything paranormal – both reading and writing it. Why? I believe in reincarnation, in past lives. I believe there must be something more after our departure from earth.

3) Are you aware of any themes that run through your stories? If so, what are they?
Karmic retribution is a theme I have in all my novels. The things you do in one life, good or bad, will be reflected in what happens to you in another life.

4) What would you like readers to take away from your stories?
Readers do not like to be told how they should feel about something. When people read my work, they are opening themselves up to my ideas and broadening their worldview. The idea that love is a universal medicine might be an idea.

5) What inspires your stories?
I think, in my humble opinion, that writing, whatever its influences, comes naturally and as a result of accumulating life experiences. We don’t create from nothing. Life touches us and our writing reflects this. So, life is my most valuable source of inspiration, my muse whispering into my ear.

6) Will you be attending any book or writing conferences this year? If yes, which ones? Where and when?

Not such things for me, unfortunately. I live in Europe, Romania and have no access to them.

7) Do you have any book signings or author appearances coming soon? If yes, where and when?

Not these either. My book is an e-book. Readers or fans who want my autograph can request it from my blog page. They receive the cover of the book and my words and signature. Great indeed that someone thought about creating this gadget that allows authors of e-novels offer Authorgraphs.

8) What is your writing schedule?

Mostly during summer holidays as I am a teacher and have enough time to dedicate to writing.

9) Do you have any other passions besides writing? If yes, what are they? Why?

Reading was and still is my favorite pastime. As an only child, my family instilled in me this love for books and I am grateful for it. It offered me an escape during the grim years of dictatorship we lived here until 1989.

10) What is your best memory?
That’s a tough one. It’s difficult to select one. I have good memories from all stages of my life. But to answer the question, let’s say it was the day I saw the list with my admission to University. Perhaps this is difficult for others to understand, but in Romania, before 1989, the competition was fierce, few places in Universities and an entrance examination was the toughest moment.  There were 7 to 10 competitors for a place. So, imagine to see my name on the list was a great accomplishment.

11) What is your favorite comfort food?
Mint bonbons.

12) What relaxes you?
Playing computer games.

13) What is your favorite guilty pleasure?
Like above: playing computer games.

14) What decade has been your favorite? Why?
The sixties. I was a teenager and everything looked rosy. I was not aware of how things really were around here. All I knew was from what was broadcast on radio and TV. There were no shortages as in later years and all my family members were alive.

15) What is your favorite way(s) to promote?
Book Blogs and Goodreads. And blog/book tours like this. I am grateful to all authors or bloggers who hosted me and the promo for Shadows of the Past since its release.

16) Where is your favorite place to write? Why?
 A room where there is silence and I have everything handy. I write the first draft longhand, and then transfer the manuscript in Word to computer.

17) What is your favorite fairy tale? Why?
Fairy tales. I love them. The gory ones and the sappy ones.
One Thousand and One Nights is my all time favorite. The frame type story. The story within a story, (the same as in my books), and the fact that Scheherazade is wise and imaginative enough to escape death, due to her gift as a story teller.

18) What was your favorite vacation?
When my kids were young I enjoyed a holiday in the Bucegi Mountains, the Crapathians. The landscape is gorgeous and the atmosphere relaxing.

19) If you have another career, what is it?
Writing isn’t a career for me. Teaching is it. I am a teacher of English and German in my country.

20) If you didn’t write, what would you do instead?
IT specialist. Computers have fascinated me. I am the wizard at home with installing every software needed.

21) If you could have one wish, what would it be?
Even today, I sometimes close my eyes and imagine I am  a wizard in my favorite role play games and  gain enough mana to make everything bad vanish from the face of the earth!

22) If you could describe yourself in only one word, what would it be? Why?
Perseverant. I never gave up the hope of seeing my writing published and kept  sending queries, rolling with the punch of rejection, until my dream has come true. Thanks to Wild Child Publishing, USA.

23) Who was your favorite American Idol contestant this year? Why? (only if you watch the show)
No such thing as I can’t watch the American show. But I can tell you that my favorite actors are Morgan Freeman and Clint Eastwood and actresses:
Elizabeth Taylor whom I consider to be one of the last major stars, and Meryl Streep, the greatest living actress, in my opinion.

24) Are you a cat or dog person? Do you have any pets and if so, please tell us about them.
Both. We have five spoiled cats and an even more spoiled dog. Emma is the name of the dog. I named her as one of the characters in my latest novel. In fact she’s been with us for only one month. Our faithful dog, Jack, died last December. I was reluctant to have a new dog as his death shook me terribly, especially that it happened after my return from an emergency surgery. While I was in hospital he missed me and suffered though my husband took care of him. We saved Emma  from the street, from hands of abusive youngsters who kept throwing stones at her. She was a stray dog. The cats are old tenants of ours. Chipy, Blackie, Fifi, Mimi and Petty.

25) What is the one thing you most want to do that you haven’t yet?
See an UFO and meet friendly aliens.

26) Please tell us about your most recent release and where we can purchase it.

            Shadows of the Past is a paranormal/light romance/light horror/light historical/light mystery - so a bit for everyone. No vampires, though I live in Dracula’s country. It is a compelling story about love, hatred, tragic loss and the healing power of endless love and good magic. The story of two women living in different times but facing similar threats.

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Carmen Stefanescu was born and currently resides in Romania, an eastern European country. This is the native country of the infamous vampire Count Dracula; where there was 50 years of communist dictatorship. A country whereas, just speaking about God, faith, reincarnation or paranormal phenomena could have led someone to great trouble – the psychiatric hospital if not to prison! English and German teacher in my native country, and mother of two daughters, she survived the grim years of oppression, by escaping in a parallel world, that of the books. Reading them at that time. Later writing them.


She has dreamed all her life to become a writer, but many of the things she wrote during those years remained just drawer projects. The fall of the Ceausescu’s regime in 1989 and the opening of the country to the world, the Internet especially, meant a new beginning for her. She started publishing.


Since 2001, Midnight Edition Publication has published her poems in the collection Muse Whispers vol.1 and Muse Whispers vol.2. The readers’ interest for her ballad, about the love between a young priest and a nun, published in 2004 by Midnight Edition, inspired her to write her first novel “Shadows of the Past.”



Monday, August 18, 2014

Cover Reveal & Contest: Do You Believe In Magic by Susan Squires


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TITLE – Do You Believe In Magic SERIES – The Magic Series AUTHOR – Susan Squires GENRE – Contemporary PNR PUBLICATION DATE – April 7, 2012 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 302 PUBLISHER – Indie


Tristram Tremaine has never fit in with his large and boisterous family. They believe they carry a magic gene that comes alive only when they fall in love with another who carries that gene. After disappointing his parents one too many times, Tris, the bad-boy brother, hits the road on his cycle, drifting away from his destiny.
That is, until he meets Maggie O'Brian, a spit-fire rodeo rider with a strange ability to calm wild horses. Maggie lives on the road too, avoiding relationships. Her mother left her, the boy she loved left her, even her dog left her. The last thing she wants in a man is a tomcat with “love ‘em and leave ‘em” written all over him.
But the connection between Tris and Maggie is instantaneous. After a mysterious accident nearly kills Tris, he and Maggie must learn to believe in their destiny and each other to stay one step ahead of those who will do anything to prevent them from claiming it.




The sickening crunch of metal was audible even over her Ford’s squealing brakes. Two objects flew almost over her hood in an arc of spokes and.… Oh, God. The other flying object had a helmet on. Her truck swerved as she struggled with control. The big rig’s engine roared to life and it barreled away into the night. The semi driver must have felt the impact. The smell of burning rubber and brake lining filled her nostrils. Her chest hit the steering wheel as her truck screeched to a stop. For a long minute she just sat there, trying to get her breath. Her sternum hurt. But it was kind of a vague feeling. The highway was empty. The semi was only fading red taillights in the distance. Her breath came fast and uneven. How had she not seen that truck? And why didn’t the driver stop to help? Help.… The guy on the motorcycle.… Nobody could have lived through that. Could they? What to do? No cell coverage out here. She craned around to check the highway. No lights in either direction. Oh, boy. She was going to have to get out and look for the rider. Hands shaking, she pulled her rig slowly off to the shoulder. She swallowed past a lump in her throat and got out of the cab into the cool air of the high desert night. She had to steady herself with a palm on the side of her Ford. Her knees were wobbly. She took a couple of panicky breaths. Get hold of yourself. You weren’t the one hit, for God’s sake. She leaned back into her truck and popped the glove compartment. The flashlight felt solid in her hand. She flipped it on and began walking back, swinging the beam. It wouldn’t be him. It couldn’t. Low moaning drifted up toward her. She swallowed. Moaning is good. At least the rider isn’t dead. She cast her light down the shallow embankment. It caught a twisted mass of black and silver metal. The cycle’s front wheel was canted at the wrong angle. It spun almost silently. She stalked ahead, determined to be angry at being put in this situation, not weak or timid. She really, really didn’t want to see what that lump was in the sagebrush just beyond the bike. The flashlight stuttered over leather, helmet, jeans, boots. Uh-oh. One leg had an odd angle in it. I won’t think about that. She breathed in and out through her mouth and stumbled over the edge of the asphalt, sliding down the sandy dirt. As she got closer, she quit fighting her instincts. It would be her beautiful biker guy. She knew it. She shone her light onto the figure. Did I have to be right? He blinked against the light, the green of his eyes startling. They were swimming right now. He raised one hand ineffectually to block—what? Her? Did he think she was the one who’d hit him and was coming to finish the job? One leg was clearly bent at an unnatural angle below the knee. Was that something white poking out of his jeans? Bad. Very, very bad. She battled her rising gorge. Damn it, Maggie! You’re strong. Anger helped. Damn the asshole driver of that big rig. And damn her motorcycle guy for being in this situation. His cheek was scraped. Blood dripped toward his jawline. Lip split, chin scraped too. “It’s Maggie,” she said stupidly. “That truck hit you.” Understatement of the year. “Truck?” Of course he’d hit his head with a fall like that. Probably just as well he didn’t remember. She pushed through sagebrush and knelt in the dirt. This close she could smell the rich, metallic scent of blood. “You … you need an ambulance. I’ll … I’ll.…” What? What could she do? “You, uh, you feel any pain in your back or your neck?” “Just …” His voice was a croak. He cleared his throat and started again. “Just the leg.” “Well, at least you can feel your extremities. Could be worse.” Better to make light of it. “Let’s get this helmet off.” She released the chinstrap and gently lifted the helmet. “That okay?” “Yeah,” he whispered. His eyes closed slowly and reopened, as if he couldn’t quite get it together to blink. She tossed the helmet behind her. “Look, I can go for an ambulance. I figure you’re only alone out here for a little over an hour. Maybe three hours total to get you to the ER. Or …” She almost couldn’t offer it. “If we can get you into the truck, I can take you. Maybe an hour and fifteen total to the ER at Washoe Med.” She shrugged helplessly. “Gee, what should I choose?” he said, lips tight. He seemed more aware now. “We could screw you up worse trying to get you into my truck.” Truth in advertising. “In ten minutes I’ll start to feel this,” he said through gritted teeth. “I don’t wanna be alone. Call me chicken.” “I wouldn’t call you that.” He must know how painful getting to the truck would be. She looked up to the road. How the hell would she get him up the embankment? “Okay. How about I get my loading ramp? You roll on it and I drag you up the embankment?” “You got a horse in that trailer to pull it? I’m six-four, two twenty-five. Plus the ramp.” “You could push with your good leg,” she said doubtfully. He rolled his eyes to her. “You’re what, a hundred pounds?” “A hundred and ten, all muscle.” Well, a hundred and six. That rounded up to ten. “Get real.” In the baleful glare of the flashlight his pale, sweating face looked green. “I can hop if you can get me up.” That would hurt like hell. “Your funeral.” Not the best metaphor. “Let me get the truck.” She scrambled up the bank, trying not to think too far ahead, and ran for her truck, fumbled with the keys, and backed it up to where the cycle had gone over the edge. As she slid down the bank again she could see that he’d pushed himself up on one arm. His other arm hung limp from his shoulder. Not good. He hung his head. “Go away,” he rasped. Then he vomited into the dirt. She turned away lest her own stomach rebel in sympathy. Poor guy couldn’t even wipe his mouth with one arm out of action. She stripped off the flannel shirt she wore over her tee and knelt beside him. He turned his head away, but she cupped his cheek to pull him back around. The jolt that shot through her was like she’d touched a battery cable. Well, not quite. The charge was definitely sexual. What the hell was that? Slow down, girl. You’re kneeling in the dirt next to an injured guy who just lost it all over the desert. Not exactly sexy. She set her lips and wiped his mouth and then used the other sleeve to wipe the sheen of sweat from his forehead. “We’d best get to it,” he gasped. She surveyed the situation. Okay. Damaged shoulder was on the opposite side of the broken leg. Don’t think about how much this is going to hurt him.


Susan Squires grew up among the giant redwoods of California. She thought she was being practical by changing her major in college from theater to English literature. Immersed in a PhD. Program, she slowly realized that none of her graduating friends had work. So she dropped out after receiving a Master’s degree to take a paying job in the business world.
As an executive in a Fortune 500 company, she returned to her love of writing while continuing to hold her day-job, much to the amusement of her fellow executives. Her novel Danegeld, had already been purchased by Dorchester by the time she accepted a Golden Heart for Best Unpublished Paranormal Manuscript from Romance Writers of America. It was the first of an eclectic group of historical and contemporary paranormal stories known for their intensity. Body Electric was named by Publishers Weekly one of the ten most influential paperbacks of 2002, for blending romance and science-fiction. Book List compared No More Lies to the works of Robin Cook and Michael Crichton, but it was also a Rita finalist for Best Published Paranormal Romance by Romance Writers of America.
Susan’s Companion Series for St. Martin’s Press, continued to garner attention with admiring reviews and several visits to the New York Times Bestseller List. Publishers Weekly named One with the Shadows a Best Book of the Year, and several of the series received starred reviews. Her books have won the many regional contests for published works of paranormal romantic fiction.
Susan no longer has to use tales of romance and adventure to escape budgets and projects. She finally left her day job, and researches and writes her books at the beach in Southern California, supported by three Belgian Sheepdogs and a wonderful husband named Harry who writes occult mysteries as H.R. Knight.




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Sunday, August 17, 2014

Character Interview & Contests: The Ingredients of Bliss by Lisabet Sarai

I'm very happy to welcome fellow Totally Bound author Lisabet Sarai to my cyber home today. She has a great character interview for you and awesome prizes. Be sure to leave comments today below for her so you can enter her contest.


The Ingredients of Bliss By Lisabet Sarai

Contemporary BDSM ménage

Totally Bound, 2014





One sexy French chef. One kinky American TV producer. One ambitious Chinese gal who thinks she wants them both. The ingredients of bliss? Or a recipe for disaster?


Accomplished cook Mei Lee “Emily” Wong knows exactly what she wants—her own show on the Tastes of France food channel. But life is full of complications. First, her deceptively nerdy producer, Harry Sanborne, initiates Emily into the delights of submission. Then her boss, legendary chef Etienne Duvalier, begs her to dominate him. Emily just can’t resist—especially when Harry orders her to explore her inner mistress. Suave and sexy Etienne will do whatever she asks—in the bedroom if not in the kitchen. And Harry, her lovingly diabolical Dom, adores pushing Emily’s limits.


When the network sends the trio to France to shoot a series of cooking shows on location, Emily knows her career is on the upswing. Her plans fall apart in Marseille as a Hong Kong drug syndicate kidnaps both Etienne and Harry. The Iron Hammer Triad mistakes Etienne for notorious gangster Jean Le Requin, who has stolen their drug shipment, worth millions. Emily realizes she must find the real Le Requin, retrieve the purloined dope, and bargain it for Harry’s and Etienne’s lives. The secret she’s been keeping from Harry might prove useful. Still, what chance does one woman whose knife skills are limited to chopping vegetables, have against the ruthless cruelty of two criminal organizations?



X-rated Excerpt


“Oh! That tickles!” I jerked as Harry brushed the feather duster over my bare buttocks. He had arranged me in one of his favorite positions, on my belly with my hips elevated by a pillow. Tonight he’d also spread my legs and tied my ankles to the corners of the bed—for greater accessibility, he’d asserted with a cheeky grin—though he’d left my arms unbound.


“Oh, please—oh, no!” His fluffy instrument of torture whispered its way along my rear crevice then fluttered against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.




I writhed, trying without success to escape the maddening brush of the feathers. My frantic struggles ground my pubis against the supporting cushion, further stimulating my already aching clit. If only he’d stop teasing! I was desperate to feel him inside me again.


“Be still, slut!” He landed a solid slap on my bum. The sting provided a brief, welcome relief from the unbearable tickling. “Or would you prefer the strap?”


“I think I would, to be honest.”


“Well, to be honest, I enjoy seeing you squirm. You look delicious.” He traced the feathers up my spine.


I couldn’t help myself. I reached behind me to snatch the irritating duster away from him and toss it to the floor. “Oh, Emily, you’ll pay for that! What a naughty sub you are!”


Instead of punishing me, though, he straddled me and trailed a line of tantalizing, wet kisses up my back. Settling his familiar weight on top of me, he nuzzled the spot between my shoulder blades. Lovely heat shimmered through me. His cock wedged itself into the crevice between my rear cheeks. Constrained both by my bonds and his body, I shifted awkwardly on the pillow. I had to get that lovely bulk lined up with the entrance to my pussy.


“Oh no you don’t…!” Harry reacted by scooting up higher, so that his cockhead pressed into the curve just above my butt. “Who’s in control here?” He nipped my shoulder.


“Ow! You—but…”


“Who decides when you get fucked?” Was he really annoyed? I couldn’t tell.


“Ah—you do, Harry.” I tried to relax and lie still, as he’d commanded. He’d give me satisfaction, sooner or later. He always did.


“Maybe I should just make you wait…” His actions didn’t match his scolding tone in the least, though. Raising his hips and reaching between his legs, he adjusted his cock until the head bumped against my raging clit.


“God, Harry… Please…”


With one smooth stroke, he slid into my soaked cleft. “On the other hand, why should I put off my own pleasure, just to punish you?”


An Interview with Mei Lee Wong

By Lisabet Sarai


Lisabet Sarai: Greetings, Mei Lee – or may I call you Emily?


Mei Lee Wong:  Emily's fine. Between Harry and Etienne, I'm used to that.


LS: If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you a few questions, so that my readers can get to know you a bit better.


MW: Sure. I'm happy to help. What do you want to know?

LS: Hmm. Well, I could ask you about your background – I gather you earned a Grand Diplôme at the Cordon Bleu in Paris and worked at a Michelin-starred restaurant in Hong Kong – but I'll bet that what really interests readers in your unconventional sex life.


MW: “Unconventional.” That's a delicate way to phrase it!


LS: Yes, well, I suspect that having two handsome, virile lovers isn't exactly common among my readership! Especially one that's a dominant and another that's a submissive. How do you work that out?


MW: To be honest, I let Harry – my Master – manage the details. He directs our scenes -  it's way too complicated for me. It does help that both Harry and Etienne really care about me. I'm embarrassed by the whole thing, a lot of time, but they seem to be surprisingly comfortable with the way things have unfolded. Each in his own way is dedicated to my pleasure.


LS:  You call bondage, spankings and nipple clamps “pleasure”? (grins)


MW: I'll ignore that question, Lisabet. Coming from you, I know it's facetious. Anyway, I love them both. I'm not sure that our triangle is stable, though.


LS: When Harry and Etienne were kidnapped by the Iron Hammer Triad, how did you feel? 


MW: Devastated. Terrified. And really, really angry. I was determined to get them back.


LS: You thought you could get the better of an international crime syndicate? Isn't that pretty presumptuous?


MW: Well, I didn't have much choice. The Marseille police detective assigned to the case wouldn't even listen to me. And I expected my secret might help.


LS: Ah. And what is your secret?


MW: Come on, Lisabet! You know I'm not going to reveal that here! Readers are going to have to buy the book to discover the answer to that question.



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About the Author


I started both writing and cooking at an early age, and I've continued to indulge both passions as I've matured. Usually I'm an improvisational cook; I'm not all that fond of following recipes, and when I do, I almost always introduce my own variations. My philosophy tends to be the more spice, the better.


You could say the same about my writing. Since the release of my debut novel Raw Silk in 1999, I've published lots of erotica and erotic romance in almost every sub-genre– more than fifty single author titles, plus dozens of short stories in various erotic anthologies, including the Lambda winner Where the Girls Are and the IPPIE Best Erotic Book of 2011, Carnal Machines. My gay scifi erotic romance Quarantine won a Rainbow Awards 2012 Honorable Mention.


I have more degrees than anyone would ever need, from prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed by my chosen genre. Widely traveled but still with a long bucket list of places to go, I currently live in Southeast Asia with my indulgent husband and two exceptional felines, where I pursue an alternative career that is completely unrelated to my creative writing.


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