Release Blitz: Holden by Julia Sykes


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One look at the gorgeous, curvy brunette standing alone at BDSM club Dark Grove Plantation, and I know she’s mine. She thinks that her desires are twisted and wrong, but I intend to show her how good my harsher methods of seduction can feel. It’s in my nature to dominate, to claim. I have every intention of claiming Holly, body and soul. And if her bastard ex tries to come back for her, he’ll find out just how harsh I can be when someone threatens what’s mine.

Note: An earlier version of this story was released under the title Awakened. It has been extensively re-written as Holden.
“Such a sweet sub,” he said, his voice impossibly deep and heavy with satisfaction. The power exchange passing between us was affecting him as strongly as it had ensnared me. My body and mind were utterly in his thrall, and in that moment, I would have eagerly done anything to please the man who held ultimate control over my being.
He slid two fingers between my legs and traced the seam of my sex through my lacy black panties.
“You’re wet,” he observed with a lustful growl. “I knew you’d be like this.”
“Like what?” I asked, barely able to focus on his words. They seemed to roll off my consciousness like water. Reality was hazy, the world falling away until all I could sense was him: his hard body beneath me, his masculine scent surrounding me, his deep voice rumbling through me. I was captivated by the power that pulsed off him. It caressed my body like a physical touch.
“I knew you’d be naturally submissive,” he replied. “I knew you’d be perfect.”
The praise sank into me to warm my chest.
A different warmth bloomed between my legs when he stroked my clit through my panties. I cried out at the light contact to my sensitive nub. It had grown achy from his ministrations; his gentle fingers contrasted with his stinging discipline. He was harsh and tender by turns, and the dichotomy messed with my thought processes.
“Do you want to come, little sub?” he asked, the question rough with his own desire.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please, Sir.”
He let out a low groan. “Fuck, you’re sweet when you beg.” He lifted his hips slightly, pressing his cock harder against me. “Do you feel that? Do you feel what you do to me?”
“Please,” I begged again, on the edge of sanity. “Fuck me.” I’d never spoken so crassly, but the deviant words came naturally. I wanted him to claim me, to ravage me.
“You’re going to come first,” he said tightly, restraining himself. “You’re going to come so many times that you’ll be begging me for mercy and sobbing my name by the time I’m finished with you.”
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Julia Sykes is the USA Today bestselling author of the Impossible Series. She has always kept dark stories tucked away in her mind, so she was thrilled when she discovered that other people actually want to read them. Her books blend romance, suspense, and BDSM.
After spending four years living in England, Julia returned to her Southern homeland. She has recently settled down in South Carolina and spends her time petting her cat-children, reading, and binge watching TV with her husband when not writing. You can usually find Julia in Starbucks with a venti iced latte clutched in her hand.
Julia loves connecting with readers! Please feel free to contact her on facebook, through twitter, or email her directly at juliasykes193@gmail.com. You can find out more about Julia’s current and future projects at julia-sykes.com.
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Release Blitz: Alpha Male by Jenika Snow




Layla

For the last two years Lachlan has been my personal bodyguard. Although I don’t feel in danger and don’t need someone constantly watching me, because it’s Lachlan, I can’t help but feel safe.
I love him.
He is big and strong, with training that makes him deadly. Anyone who is stupid enough to cross him learns that swiftly.
But I’m too afraid to tell him how much I want him. I’m too afraid to tell him that I crave him.

Lachlan

I was hired to be her bodyguard, to make sure she was safe because her father is a senator. But even if her father hadn’t hired me, I wouldn’t have been able to leave her alone.
I love her, want her as mine, and I need to show Layla that she was meant for me.
I need to show her that if anyone looks at her, speaks to her, or thinks they have a right to touch her, I’ll lay them out and not think twice.
She is my world, and no one but me will have her.
I’m done waiting. It’s time I make Layla mine.

Warning: Have a neck brace on hand because this story will give you whiplash. It’s short and to the point, but that’s how we like them. It’s not lacking in the heat department, has an over-the-top alpha hero, and a sweet virgin heroine. No worries, though; you get a safe read with a Happily Ever After and some baby making in the process.
Lachlan

I watched Layla. Always. But it wasn’t just because that was my job. It was because I wanted her, fucking badly. I wanted her to be mine, to never know the touch of another man, to look into my eyes and know I’d take care of her.
“Lachlan, location check-in.” Rocco’s voice came through in my earpiece.
“South building of Pearson Hall. Layla should be heading back to the estate within the next ten minutes. I’ll check in once en route.”
“Copy that.”
I leaned against a tree and watched as Layla spoke to some little asshole that I knew was in her economics class. The possessive side of me wanted to come out and stake its claim right then and there. Hell, I didn’t want anyone looking at her, let alone speaking with her.
I clenched my jaw as I watched him reach out and brush a strand of her hair from her shoulder. I wanted to go over there and beat the little fucker to the ground, but I had self-control, was trained to only make a move if absolutely necessary.
Me going over there and being a caveman, throwing her over my shoulder and stalking away to make my claim, was a bad fucking idea.
But even that small touch the asshole gives her pissed me the fuck off.
She was my job, or at least that’s what I tried to tell myself to make it easier to be around her. But being her bodyguard for the last two years made that an impossible task.
Her father, Jonathan Lancaster, was a senator. Even before that, his connections and social standings had made the wealthy tycoon take extra precautions to protect his family, which resulted in him hiring bodyguards twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
I’d been Layla Lancaster’s—Jonathan’s daughter—personal bodyguard for the last two years, before her father took office. I’d already deemed her as mine, even if I hadn’t been a man and told her.
She’d been eighteen at the time I was assigned to her, freshly graduated from high school and starting her first year of college. And from the moment I saw her, she was all I wanted.
From the moment I saw her, I knew she would be mine.
And I’d made sure during that whole time that she was always my priority, my permanent station. The very thought of somebody else protecting her, didn’t sit well with me. I wanted to be the one that looked after her.
She ended up walking away from the douche and heading to her car. Layla was stubborn, but I fucking loved that about her. She was independent, which drove her father insane. That included her refusing to have a driver, which was what Jonathan Lancaster wanted. Instead she drove herself wherever she felt like going.
She could be a force to be reckoned with, and it made me want her more.
But the one thing her father would not budge on was her having a bodyguard.
And I was always here, because fuck all to hell if anything happened to her on my watch.
Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.

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Blog Tour: Unforgiven by Willow Winters


Review

I devoured part one and jumped right into this one. It’s the conclusion to Mason and Julia’s story. Mason takes obsession to the next level in this story. It pushed at my boundaries and I wouldn’t call what he did “healthy” for a relationship. When I was able to get out of my own filter and comfort zone, however, I was entertained. 

The plot took both anticipated and unexpected turns. I felt Julia had more of an opportunity for growth while Mason was pretty much who he was right from the start. Sometimes that was good, others not so much. The darkness within him was definitely still there and it seems to have more of a free reign in this book. Julia crosses a few lines into dark herself. It helped her understand Mason all the better for it. 

Safety: No cheating between our main couple. No rape or abuse except in the form of restraint without consent. 

FINAL RATING: 4 STARS 

Complimentary copy voluntarily reviewed.
The sins of his past can’t be forgiven.

Mason Thatcher gave me chills when I first laid eyes on him. The good kind. The kind that makes your body ache and your heart hammer.

What’s better is that he looked at me the same way.
There was a hunger in his eyes that wouldn’t be sated, and a confidence in his stride that told me I could never run from him. Back then, I didn’t want to.

It’s not fair that his touch eased my pain.
That his lips on mine made my worries vanish.
That his love gave me a reason to breathe again.

With him, I felt complete, as if fate had given me a second chance.

Then I learned the truth: the sins and secrets of what really brought us together.

I knew it was too good to be true, but I could never have imagined he’d be capable of something so cold and cruel. That he was the reason my world crumbled.

There’s no way we can go back to what we once had and it’s not as easy as walking away. He can’t risk me telling his secrets.

I don’t know what choices I have or how I’ll survive this.

What he’s done is unforgivable, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to let me go.


Unforgiven is the second book in the new series, Sins and Secret Series of Duets by Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling author Willow Winters. It is book 2 of a 2 book duet although other standalone duets will be featured in the series. It is not necessary, but highly recommended that you read book 1, Imperfect, before reading Unforgiven.

Chapter 1

Julia


I get chills when I look at him,
My heart filled with dread.
He ruined me and left me scarred,
Yet pulled me in his bed.

He lied to me and made me weak
and hid his sins from view.
The truth always comes out;
It’s time he gets his due.

Fear, sadness, regret?
I have nothing left but hate.
How dare he say he loves me.
Forgiveness?  It’s too late.


I’ll make you forget everything but my name and what I do to you tonight.
Mason whispered the words so close to my ear, sending a shiver of want through my body.  It’s everything I desired when I met him.  He made that promise to me the first night and I so easily fell into his bed.
Desperate to feel anything but the heartache and misery I’d succumbed to.  
If only I could take it back.  
If only I knew this man was the cause of my pain.
I stare at him on the other side of his bedroom.  His broad shoulders are lit by the dim light of the room as he sits on the edge of the reading chair in the corner.  His elbows rest on his thighs as he hunches over with his head in his hands.  His fingers rub back and forth over the back of his head as if there’s a thought inside his mind he can’t quite reach.
He won’t look at me; he stares at the ground in complete silence.  
My body aches with restlessness and my eyes burn a desperate need to cry but have nothing left.
I try to scoot my body up on the bed to soothe my sore arms, but the rope tied around my wrists chafes and tightens with the sudden pull.  I wince and suck in a breath through clenched teeth; my shoulders are screaming in pain.  
Hours must have passed by now since I found out the truth.  Hours of me screaming and fighting him, clawing at him and trying to escape his strong grip.  Hours of being tied to the bed.  
Only minutes since he’s come back into the room though. Minutes since he’s opened that door and let his eyes rest on me just how I am.  Pathetic, weak and completely at his mercy.  Captive to a man I loved who hid a secret so dark and corrupt it’s ruined me.  I’ll never be the same.  There’s no way to recover.
Tick, tock.  Tick, tock.  
Minutes since he’s lowered himself to the chair without a word to me.  A chair I brought from my home to his.  A chair I’d cried so many tears in after my husband died.  
“I hate you.” The words slowly cut their way up my sore throat.  They’re barely heard, so raspy and weak from the constant screaming.   
He slowly lifts his head, his corded muscles rippling. For the first time since I’ve been with Mason, after months of falling in love with him, I feel real fear.
The sharp lines of his jaw look more intense in the dim light, the shadows only making them seem more severe.  His grey eyes are like daggers as he imprisons my gaze.  
I can’t breathe; I can’t look away.  
“You don’t,” his voice is rough, deep.  Stronger than before.  But it’s a lie.  All lies.
I do.  I hate him more than I could ever express.  
Finally, I gasp for air, breaking his gaze and staring at the ceiling in the room.  Even that little movement makes the raw wounds at my wrists hurt.  I don’t show it though, I try to hide it.  
I gave this man everything, never hiding a piece of me.  I won’t be so foolish again.  Never again.  
“I hate you more than you’ll ever know,” I murmur to the ceiling in an eerily calm voice.
I hear the creak of the floor and my eyes whip to him as he stands.
He rises so slowly.  His muscular frame seeming so much larger than before.  He was always dominating and intimidating, but this is something darker… something so much more.
I have nothing to protect me, not even a cover.  He tore the comforter off and I’m left in only the baggy, thin-cotton t shirt and underwear I was wearing this morning.  The chill is getting to me.  My body feels cold.  So fucking cold and tired.  
The bed dips and groans as he leans a knee on it, just a foot away from me.  I struggle to pull away, but I’m stuck here.  Tied to the fucking bed and held against my will.
“I love you, Jules,” his words are a mix of strangled pain and determination.  He’s a broken man with a tortured soul.
I’ve met men before who are considered to be wound tightly, waiting to go off like a bomb.  Constantly on edge and ready to fight.  But Mason’s not like that.  He’s loosely wrapped around the spindle and nothing but a mess of tangles. The thread’s sharp to the touch and there’s no hope at unknotting them without cutting yourself.  
I never knew how deeply he’d wounded me.  I had no idea that while I was busy mending myself and leaning on him for support, he was behind me watching me bleed out, but saying nothing.  The closer he got, the deeper the wound, but that didn’t stop him.
I let my head drop to look him in the eyes.  It makes my heart swell with an unbearable pain to have him so close to me, to see how injured he is but knowing it’s nothing compared to what he’s done to me.  
I truly loved him.  I thought fate had given me a second chance.  I knew it was too good to be true.
“You’re a sick fuck,” I spit the words at him, narrowing my eyes and waiting for him to strike me back with the same venom I’ve given him.  
I listen to him breathe so calm and even, I watch his chest rise and fall and then look back into his cold eyes.  
“Maybe,” he answers me before rising off the bed and turning away from me.  My heart sinks low in my stomach, my body temperature dropping so quickly, my entire body shivers. It hurts.  It physically hurts to see his pain but it hurts more to know what he’s done to me.
The wood floors creak as he heads towards the door.  Leaving me here and not giving me any indication of what’s to come.  
“Aren’t you going to say you’re sorry?” I whisper the painful words.  
He opens the door part way, stopping in his tracks as he registers what I’ve asked.  He turns slowly to look back at me over his shoulder, his hand still on the carved-glass doorknob.
“I told you I’m sorry; you were never supposed to know.”
“You’re only sorry that I found out?” I ask him with equal amounts disbelief and agony.
His eyes dart to the plush, carpeted floor and the bedroom door groans as it opens slightly more.  
He glances up at me, as if debating on telling me something.  It would be the truth, I can see it, I can feel the intensity.  But he says nothing, swinging the door open and walking through with even strides, before slamming the door shut behind him.
Imperfect
Willow Winters is so happy to be a USA Today, Wall Street Journal and #1 Contemporary Bestselling Romance Author. She likes her action hot and her bad boys hotter. She certainly doesn’t hold back on either one in her writing!

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In January 2016 Willow was staying up late with Evie and just thinking of all these stories. They came to her constantly so she finally sat down and just started writing. She always wanted to do it so she figured, why not? Today Willow cannot be happier for making that decision!
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Cover Reveal: Dear Bridget, I Want You by Penelope Ward & Vi Keeland 

We are excited to bring you the next cover from New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Authors Penelope Ward & Vi Keeland.

DEAR BRIDGET, I WANT YOU is the next standalone Contemporary Romance Novel from this sensational duo releasing on September 18, 2017!

Model: Philip Van den Hoogenband – Chadwick Models Melbourne
Photographer: Brian Jamie
Cover designer: Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs

 Dear Bridget,

I’m writing this letter because it’s highly doubtful I’ll ever garner the courage to say this to your face.

So, here goes.

We’re totally wrong for each other. You’re the proper single mum with a good head on your shoulders. I’m just the carefree British doctor passing through town and temporarily living in your converted garage until I head back to England.

But here’s the thing… for some bloody reason, I can’t stop thinking about you in very inappropriate ways.

I want you.

The only reason I’m even admitting all of this to you right now is because I don’t believe it’s one-sided. I notice your eyes when you look at me, too. And as crass as I appear when we’re joking around about sex, my attraction to you is not a joke.

So, what’s the purpose of this note? I guess it’s a reminder that we’re adults, that sex is healthy and natural, and that you can find me just through the door past the kitchen. More specifically, it’s to let you know that I’m leaving said door cracked open from now on in case you’d like to visit me in the middle of the night sometime.

No questions asked.

Think about it.

Or don’t.

Whatever you choose.

It’s doubtful I’ll even end up sliding this letter under your door anyway.

–Simon

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Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today, and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author of thirteen novels. With over a million books sold, her titles have placed on the New York Times Bestseller list fifteen times. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 12-year-old girl with autism (the inspiration for the character Callie in Gemini) and a 10-year-old boy. Penelope, her husband, and kids reside in Rhode Island.

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Cocky Bastard
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Stuck-Up Suit
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Playboy Pilot
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Standalone novels

Egomaniac
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Bossman
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Left Behind (A Young Adult Novel)

First Thing I See

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Life on Stage series (2 standalone books)
Beat
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Throb

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MMA Fighter series (3 standalone books)
Worth the Fight

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Worth the Chance

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Worth Forgiving

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The Cole Series (2 book serial)
Belong to You

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Made for You

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Mack Daddy:
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RoomHate
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Stepbrother Dearest
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Neighbor Dearest
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Sins of Sevin
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Jake Undone (Jake #1)
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My Skylar
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Gemini
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Cover Reveal: Butcher by Leann Ashers

Butcher, the newest addition to the Devil Souls MC series by LeAnn Ashers is releasing August 3rd!
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Blurb

 He stalked me from the moment he saw me. He watched me day and night.

Butcher is what everyone calls crazy. They see all the tattoos and scars and to be honest, to most people he looks downright scary. He’s dangerous. He is after all the enforcer to the Devil Souls MC.

But to me? He’s just Butcher. I see him. I see who he really is. I see a man who will do anything for the people he cares about. I see the man who will protect and love me above everything else.  

I am just as obsessed with him as he is me. I will die for him and he would kill for me.  

What everyone doesn’t know is I have the same crazy inside of me…


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LeAnn Asher’s is a blogger turned author who spends her days reading and writing She released her debut novel early 2016, and can’t wait to where this new adventure takes her. LeAnn writes about strong minded females and strong protective males who love their women unconditionally.
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Release Blitz: Unforgiven by Willow Winters


The sins of his past can’t be forgiven.

Mason Thatcher gave me chills when I first laid eyes on him. The good kind. The kind that makes your body ache and your heart hammer.

What’s better is that he looked at me the same way.
There was a hunger in his eyes that wouldn’t be sated, and a confidence in his stride that told me I could never run from him. Back then, I didn’t want to.

It’s not fair that his touch eased my pain.
That his lips on mine made my worries vanish.
That his love gave me a reason to breathe again.

With him, I felt complete, as if fate had given me a second chance.

Then I learned the truth: the sins and secrets of what really brought us together.

I knew it was too good to be true, but I could never have imagined he’d be capable of something so cold and cruel. That he was the reason my world crumbled.

There’s no way we can go back to what we once had and it’s not as easy as walking away. He can’t risk me telling his secrets.

I don’t know what choices I have or how I’ll survive this.

What he’s done is unforgivable, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to let me go.


Unforgiven is the second book in the new series, Sins and Secret Series of Duets by Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling author Willow Winters. It is book 2 of a 2 book duet although other standalone duets will be featured in the series. It is not necessary, but highly recommended that you read book 1, Imperfect, before reading Unforgiven.

   They say if you love someone, you should let them go.
   That’s bullshit.
   I didn’t know it until I lost her, but I had nothing to live for without Jules.        
   There’s no fucking way I’m going back to that.
    The idea that she could turn me in has hardly even registered. It’s merely a passing thought that intrudes upon the images of seeing her walk away from me. The memories of her pushing against my chest, scratching and violently kicking me. Her screams that she hates me ring in my ears over and over.
    I swallow thickly as I descend the stairs, gripping the railing and matching the heavy thud of my bare feet with the pounding of my heart.
   I need to figure out how to make her forget the past and remember her future is with me. My head nods, envisioning how this was supposed to be. How it could have ended so beautifully.
Imperfect
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Release Blitz: His First by Jenika Snow



MOIRA

I’ve known Braxton my whole life.

He’s older than me, but I’ve loved him since I knew what that meant.
And when I see him again after years of being apart, I don’t want to stop myself from telling him how I feel.

He might be my father’s good friend, and nearly two decades older than me, but he’s all I want.

BRAXTON

I first realized I loved Moira when she was eighteen years old. Now two years later I’m back in her life and that affection has grown tenfold.

It’s smart to stay away, but I can’t. I won’t.

I’ve been celibate because I only want her. It’s time to man-up and tell Moira that she’s been mine for years, even if she didn’t know it.


Warning: This is an especially fast read, packed with steamy goodness, and a virginal heroine and celibate hero. It also has a healthy dose of sweetness thrown in. Get ready for a feel good story that’ll still make you blush.
  He was huge, and it was all for me.
 
  He got off the bed and tore at his clothes in the same manner he had mine. And when he was just as naked as I was for him, I felt my pulse jackknife in my throat, in my pussy, and felt my body heat rise.
  
   “Tell me what you what, what you want me to give to you.”
   “I want everything.” I was breathing so hard. “I want you to kiss me, touch me … make me come.” I was so nervous, embarrassed a little even for saying those words.
   I’d thought them plenty of times, wondered what it would feel like for Braxton to do those sexual things to me. But saying them out loud had my face heating. I’d never been so bold.
   He moved back onto the bed and cupped my cheek, looking into my eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
   God, his voice could make me come on its own.
   My throat felt so tight, like there was a lump in the center of it. “I want you to touch me, Braxton. I want you to be with me in all the ways that count.”
   “I want you to touch yourself for me. I want to watch as you spread those pretty pussy lips for me, to show me how pink you are on the inside.”
   
   He was breathing harder, faster. “Do it for me, baby girl. Show Daddy what he wants.”
   The way he called himself Daddy should have freaked me out a bit. But the fact was I got wetter, hotter.
Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.

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