Tomboy by Avery Flynn…Release Blitz

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How exactly has one good deed landed me in the penalty box?

Tomboy, an all-new, sexy romantic comedy from USA Today bestselling author Avery Flynn, is available now!

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Ice Knights defenseman Zach Blackburn has come down with the flu, and my BFF—his PR manager—begs me to put my nursing degree to use and get him back to health. Of course she would call in a favor for the most hated man in Harbor City.

But when he’s finally on the mend and I’m sneaking out of his place, everything goes sideways. Paparazzi spot me and pictures, plus accusations that I slept with him, fly faster than a hockey puck.

At first, all of Harbor City wants my blood—or to give me a girlie-girl makeover. But then…the team finally wins a game. And now this fickle town wants me with the big jerk twenty-four seven.

Argh. I never slept with him the first time! But no one will listen. Then the grumpy bastard goes and promises to break his no-fan-appearances rule to help raise money for a free health clinic—but only if I’m rink-side at every game. That’s not a deal I can turn down.

But when the team keeps winning, and I realize there’s more to him than his bad reputation, suddenly remembering to keep my real hands off my fake date gets harder and harder to do.

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About Avery

USA Today bestselling romance author Avery Flynn has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip.

She fell in love with romance while reading Johanna Lindsey’s Mallory books. It wasn’t long before Avery had read through all the romance offerings at her local library. Needing a romance fix, she turned to Harlequin’s four books a month home delivery service to ease the withdrawal symptoms. That worked for a short time, but it wasn’t long before the local book stores’ staffs knew her by name.

Avery was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.
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Back to You by Kimberly Kincaid…Review with Excerpt

She never thought she’d see her ex again…until she became his boss.

Blurb:

Parker Drake wants exactly one thing—to fulfill his dream of becoming a doctor. Between his reputation as a rule-breaker and the six years that have passed since his first internship ended in disaster, he knows he’s only getting one shot at a second chance. He’ll do anything to put the past behind him and reach his goal…including work with the gorgeous ex-wife he’s never gotten over losing.

All work and no play make surgeon Charleston Becker a very happy woman. But when she’s tasked with mentoring her ex-husband through his second chance as an intern, her signature calm is put to the test. She’s not interested in re-hashing the heartbreaking circumstances that ended their marriage, and the six years that have passed haven’t made Parker less reckless. The last thing she’s willing to do is trust him—even if she does find him sexier than ever.

But familiarity breeds forgiveness, which then becomes a passion that threatens the careers Parker and Charlie have worked for. Can they turn their second chance into a happy ending? Or is history bound to repeat itself?

This steamy contemporary medical romance can be read as a standalone.

I am so stoked for this new series. When was the last time we have seen a contemporary romance where we have doctors? Enough with the CEO’s man! It is nice to have breath of fresh air. Hot Parker Drake fresh air, at that. Hell Yeah!

Mrs. Kincaid built the story of Charleston (Charlie) and Parker up slowly and reunited them just as slowly. Like any second chance love stories, shouldn’t they be a little hesitant to have another go at it? I also loved the fact that they were divorced! I know it is silly but I truly read a lot of romance books so little things matter. The moment something out of the ordinary hits me will make the book stand out for me. Having Parker and Charlie divorced makes them imperfect as well.

Charlie is helping out her friend who Is on maternity leave at another hospital and who does she run into? Parker, who she hasn’t seen or spoken to in six years. The tension and attraction just pours off the pages. I literally could not turn the pages fast enough to see what would happen. It did take me some time to warm up to Charlie as a character but Parker is such a handful that I think having two strong characters would have been too much. They are the perfect balance.

Kimberly, honestly, I am beyond excited for this new series to take off! Congratulations because it is far different than your lovely farmers (whom I adore) and I think you nailed girl! Virtual High Five!

Excerpt

 

Of all the ways Parker Drake had envisioned his first day as an intern, witnessing a sedan-versus-bike messenger that resulted in an open tib-fib before he’d even walked through the hospital doors hadn’t been in the top one thousand.

Being face to drop-jawed stare with the one woman he’d been certain he’d never lay eyes on again, and who probably hated him as passionately as he’d once loved her?

Had to be a one in a million.

The man in his arms groaned in pain, snapping time back into motion and Parker back to reality in less than a heartbeat.

“I need a little help over here,” Parker called out, and fucking great, Tess was here, too?

“What happened?” Charlie asked as Tess hollered for a gurney and a C-collar, both of which arrived astonishingly fast.

Parker blinked, his brain momentarily too swamped with adrenaline to form a reply. Focus. On something other than how the hell Charlie is here in front of you instead of far, far away in Nashville. Now would be good, since you’re holding a guy whose tibia is sticking out of his skin.

Well, that did the trick to redirect his thoughts from her, at least temporarily. Then again, work always did. “Mike Yoshida, got clipped by a Camry while riding his bike,” Parker said, placing the man on the gurney and diving right in to the bullet. “Obvious right lower leg deformity, GCS 12. No apparent head or neck trauma, no LOC.” The guy’s helmet was still firmly in place. Not that it had done his leg a lick of good, but at least that would be a hell of a lot easier to repair.

“Hi, Mr. Yoshida, I’m Dr. Michaelson, and this is Dr. Becker,” Tess said, but only after she’d shot a micro-frown in Parker’s direction that promised nothing good once their patient was stable. “We’re going to take care of you, okay?”
“O-okay.” He tried to nod, but Tess placed her hands firmly over the sides of his helmet to keep him still as Charlie grabbed the C-collar.

“Dr. Becker and I are going to put this around your neck. I know it’s not super comfortable, but we have to err on the side of caution until we can get a closer look at your spine.”

Charlie, who was in street clothes, and Tess, who wasn’t, had both gloved up to examine the man while a nurse guided the gurney past the automatic doors and into a curtain area.

“You didn’t think to call a paramedic instead of dragging him in here on your own?” Charlie asked, her red-gold brows pulled low in disapproval, as Tess continued her rapid trauma assessment on the patient.

Parker took a deep breath and reminded himself that he deserved every degree of chilliness Charlie wanted to offer. “I am a paramedic. Or I was for five years. Anyway”—he grabbed a pair of nitrile gloves from the dispenser box on the wall and slid them into place—“the accident happened less than a block away. Calling an ambo would’ve been stupid.”

Dropping her voice enough to keep it from the patient while Tess asked him a few more questions and examined his leg, Charlie said, “He was in an MVA, and you moved him without a C-collar. Thatis stupid.”

Shock popped Parker right in the solar plexus. “Seeing as how we were in the middle of a busy city street and the guy had already been hit by a car once, I thought getting him out of traffic might be prudent.”

“Parker—” she started, but he shook his head. As much as he wanted to, arguing with her was a bad idea for several reasons, none of them small. Anyway, he couldn’t change what he’d already done.

“Yes, I moved him,” Parker said quietly. “But I did an RTA in the field. He was alert and reactive, with no signs of a head or neck injury. He was in a lot of pain and had an open fracture, and I wanted to get him treated as fast as possible. So, I made a judgment call.”

If her expression was anything to go by, Charlie remained highly unimpressed. “So he didn’t present with any outward signs of a spinal injury,” she argued. “That doesn’t mean he’s fine. There could be any number of things going on that you can’t see.”

“I know that.” Parker had completed four years of medical school, nearly seven months of his first internship, and three of his five years at Station Seventeen as a lead paramedic. He was hardly a dumbass.

“This tib-fib is pretty straightforward,” Tess said loudly enough to grab both of their attention. She’d—damn—already cut away the patient’s jeans to reveal a nasty break, and splinted the injured leg to keep it stable. “Let’s get head and neck films to see what we’re dealing with otherwise.” She swung her stare to the dark-haired nurse who had appeared with the gurney and stuck around for the ride. “And page Dr. Sheridan, along with whoever’s on call for ortho, stat, please.”

“I’ve got the films, Dr. Michaelson,” Charlie said, her eyes on Tess’s very pregnant belly, and Parker’s throat went tight. But then Tess had stepped out of the curtain area and the nurse had produced two protective aprons, and Charlie was shooting the X-rays as easily as she’d order a fucking latte.

“Head and neck are clear,” she called to Tess a few seconds later, who returned to the curtain area and looked at the images on the portable monitor, nodding her agreement.

“It’s just my…leg that hurts.” The man’s labored grunt punctuated the claim, and Charlie—Christ, how was it possible that she’d gotten even prettier over the last six years—softened her gaze, leaning in toward him.

“Do you have any drug allergies, Mr. Yoshida?”

Another groan. “No.”

Charlie looked at the nurse. “Start an IV so we can get some pain meds on board while we wait for those consults. We’re also going to need to do a full set of films on that leg for ortho.”

“I can start the IV,” Parker offered, taking a step toward the supply cart beside the gurney. Anything would be better than just standing here, useless.

Charlie’s arm shot out, and even through his shirt and hers, the contact sizzled through him as if they’d touched intimately, skin on skin. “No. You absolutely cannot.”

“I’m qualified to do it,” he said. He’d started hundreds of lines. Maybe even thousands. For God’s sake, Charlie had been there when he’d learned how.

“You’re a paramedic,” Tess said, clearly on Team Charlie, and also clearly unaware that he’d tendered his resignation at Station Seventeen to return to medical school and had been placed here at Remington Mem for his internship, take two. “We have very capable nurses. You brought Mr. Yoshida in, but we’ve got it from here, Parker. You can go.”

His pulse slapped faster. “Actually, I—”

The curtain moved, the metal loops shushing along the track built in to the ceiling and stopping the rest of Parker’s words in his windpipe.

“Someone called for a—whoa, yeah. Surgical consult,” said Jonah Sheridan, who had appeared behind Tess. Parker recognized him, both from running patients in to the emergency department for the last five years and the semi-rare occasion that the staff at Remington Mem came to hang out at The Crooked Angel, where the first responders from Station Seventeen and the cops from the Thirty-Third precinct tended to gather.

Sheridan completed a quick but thorough perusal of the patient’s injury. Parker listened carefully as Tess gave the guy a brief rundown and the nurse started the IV, then again as Sheridan looked at the patient.

“What’s your name, sir?”

“Mike,” the guy groaned, leaning back against the gurney. “Mike Yoshida.”

“Well, Mr. Yoshida, I hope you like Jell-O, because you’re going to be here for a day or two. You definitely need surgery to repair that injury to your leg.” He turned toward the dark-haired nurse, who Parker belatedly recognized from his first internship six years ago, and damn. How could he have changed so much while this place had stood stock-still?

“Kelly, let’s get some antibiotics in that IV along with the pain meds Dr. Becker ordered, and call surgery to book an OR.” Dr. Sheridan rattled off a few more directives—specific medications and dosages, plus a rush on the X-rays Charlie had already ordered—then shifted to look at Parker, blond brows lifted in question.

“You’re the paramedic, right?”

Shit. “Intern. Parker Drake.” Tugging off his still-spotless gloves, he extended his hand, trying as hard as he possibly could to un-hear the twin gasps of shock from Tess and Charlie.

“Huh,” Jonah said. “A new attending and a paramedic intern. The hits just keep on comin’. Okay, Mr. Yoshida.” He turned back toward the patient while Parker battled some shock of his own. Charlie was workinghere now? As an attending? Surely, he’d misunderstood. “Let’s get you ready for surgery, shall we?”

“OR three is open, Dr. Sheridan,” Kelly said, hanging up the wall-mounted phone. “They’re expecting you.”

“Perfect. We can do the films upstairs while I scrub in and get Dr. Mallory up to speed. Let’s go.”

Sheridan and Kelly wheeled the gurney from the curtain area. Now would normally be the time for everyone to scatter, with the patient stable and the handoff to a surgeon made. But since everything about the current situation was far from normal, Tess killed the four hundred-pound silence with a long, low exhale.

“I’m sorry. Did you just say you’re…”

“An intern. Starting today.” He looked at Charlie, whose expression was impossible to decipher. “Did Dr. Sheridan say you’re…”

“An attending. Temporarily, at least. I’m covering Tess’s maternity leave for ten weeks.”

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About the Author

Kimberly Kincaid writes contemporary romance that splits the difference between sexy and sweet. When she’s not sitting cross-legged in an ancient desk chair known as “The Pleather Bomber”, she can be found practicing obscene amounts of yoga, whipping up anything from enchiladas to éclairs in her kitchen, or curled up with her nose in a book. Kimberly is a USA Today best-seller and 2015 RWA RITA® finalist who lives (and writes!) by the mantra that food is love. She resides in Virginia with her wildly patient husband and their three daughters.

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Waiting for Willa by Kristen Proby…Release Blitz

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Waiting for Willa, the newest installment in the beloved Big Sky Series by

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kristen Proby is

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Max Hull left Cunningham Falls a long time ago. Thanks to his killer instincts and business smarts, he’s come back to town richer than anyone’s wildest imagination. Now he’s closer to his family, living in his dream home, and at the top of his career—it sure looks like he has it all.

All but one thing. And she’s not interested.

Willa Monroe and Max were childhood sweethearts. She daydreamed about their wedding day and named their children, but Max’s dreams were bigger than her. After high school, he left her behind without another word. Now, Willa is a single mother and a successful business owner, and the heartbreak of losing Max was a very long time ago.

She’s moved on.

But when he walks into her shop and back into her life, suddenly it feels like no time has passed at all. He’s as handsome as ever, and more charming than she remembered. Once he makes friends with her son and turns his attention on her, how long will she be able to resist him?

And does she really want to? Sometimes you do get a second chance at first love.

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About Kristen:

Kristen was born and raised in a small resort town in her beloved Montana. In her mid-twenties, she decided to stretch her wings and move to the Pacific Northwest, where she made her home for more than a dozen years.

During that time, Kristen wrote many romance novels and joined organizations such as RWA and other small writing groups. She spent countless hours in workshops, and more mornings than she can count up before the dawn so she could write before going to work. She submitted many manuscripts to agents and editors alike, but was always told no. In the summer of 2012, the self-publishing scene was new and thriving, and Kristen had one goal: to publish just one book. It was something she longed to cross off of her bucket list.

Not only did she publish one book, she’s since published close to thirty titles, many of which have hit the USA Today, New York Times and Wall Street Journal Bestsellers lists. She continues to self publish, best known for her With Me In Seattle and Boudreaux series, and is also proud to work with William Morrow, a division of HarperCollins, with the Fusion Series.

Kristen and her husband, John, make their home in her hometown of Whitefish, Montana with their two pugs and two cats.

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Strip Tease by Erin McCarthy…Blog Tour with Review

About STRIP TEASE (Tap That #3)

A sexy CEO.
A single mom.
And a secret baby who is now eight years old…

A tipsy night in college resulted in Grace’s greatest joy–her daughter.

But now she sees the guy who gave her a fake name and number that night is stripping for a charity event without a care in the world.

When the feisty brunette confronts Brandon, finding out he has a daughter rocks his playboy world.

Grace wants answers.
Brandon wants Grace.
And Fallon wants a dad.

Is the ultimate party guy ready to strip it all bare…including his heart?

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Oh Brandon and Grace! Honestly, you could not ask for a better guy to father a child. Strip Tease is a very romantic and cute story. It reminds me of movie you would see Jennifer Lopez back in the day. If I ever had a question about something, it was immediately answered for me. I like the book a lot but it was very predictable and too perfect -if that makes sense. Brandon and Grace really did not have much drama and when they did it was shut down really quickly. That being said if you are one to say, “why can’t they just love each other” Strip Tease is perfect for you.

 

 

The first two books in Erin McCarthy’s Tap That series are also available – find out more about STRIPPED DOWN and STRIP SEARCH below!

 

About STRIPPED DOWN (Tap That #1)

His best friend’s hot older sister.

Her younger brother’s annoying sidekick.

And one forbidden kiss in a bathroom in high school…

 Sloane O’Sullivan is returning home to Minnesota, dreading turning thirty. Once the Mean Girl, she’s a lot more humble these days. And shocked to see how Little Dickie is all grown up and hot as hell, stripping at a charity event like he was born with biceps.

Working out has shed Rick Ryder of his despised childhood nickname. Now he leads a simple life. Work on cars, take care of his kid sister, have casual hookups. But when Sloane comes back to town single, he wants to finish what they started in that bathroom twelve years earlier.

It was complicated back then. It’s even more so now.

Because Sloane wrecks his bike.

And he’s her landlord.

And her brother will murder him if he has sex with her.

But sometimes you have to strip it all down to see what was there all along… even if it’s a secret.

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About STRIP SEARCH (Tap That #2)

An introverted rich girl.

A stripper cop.

And a live-streaming kiss that threatens both their careers.

Cop Axl Moore is pretending to be a stripper for charity. But the cute blonde pulled up on stage seems to think he is the real deal.

When Leighton, director for the reality show Wedding Crashers, gets stopped by a cop she swears is actually a stripper, she’s determined to put the “f” in fun to save her job.

But their surprisingly potent kiss is caught on camera.

How do you recover from that?

A fake engagement…

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About Erin McCarthy

USA Today and New York Times Bestselling author Erin McCarthy first published in 2002 and has since written over sixty novels and novellas in teen fiction, new adult romance, paranormal, and contemporary romance. Erin is a RITA finalist and an ALA Reluctant Young Reader award recipient, and is both traditionally and indie published.

When she’s not writing she can be found sipping martinis in high heels or eating ice cream in fleece pajamas depending on the day, and herding her animals, kids, and amazing renovation-addicted husband.

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Wicked Player by Stacey Lynn…Blog Tour

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Wicked Player, an all-new forbidden sports romance by Stacey Lynn is now live.

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Gage Bryant has the best hands and the quickest feet of any wide receiver in football.

He also has a secret—one he’ll do anything to protect.

He’s a member of The Velvet Club. With airtight non disclosure agreements, playing at Velvet gives him the freedom to assert his dominance and control in a way that not only serves him on the football field, but the way he craves in the bedroom.

What he doesn’t expect is for his most recent partner to be one of the reporters assigned to follow him around in the weeks before he opens a new wing at the local children’s hospital.

When it’s clear Elizabeth Hayes has no idea he’s the man who had her blindfolded and bound beneath him, Gage realizes things just got a lot more interesting.

He can have her body at night, giving her all the pleasure she begs for in a way he needs. And he can keep his heart, as well as his identity, out of their encounters.

After all, the absolute worst thing that could happen would be to have this sexy little reporter reveal how wicked he truly is.

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Excerpt: 

I memorized his stats. Six-four, two hundred fifty pounds. Born in 1986. And then I stumbled on a photo spread he’d done for Men’s Health and my jaw dropped.

Butt freaking naked. A football helmet held in front of him was the only thing covering him. And hot damn. This guy. Chiseled, strong jaw. Straight Roman nose. Piercing eyes.

He was freaking gorgeous. My heart rate kicked into fast gear. My fingertips sizzled. I had to spend weeks following this guy around? The very idea sent a pulse of excitement to the tops of my thighs I tried to shake away.

I couldn’t get a crush on this guy. He was a source. A story. But good grief to the high heavens, he was the most beautiful if stern looking man I’d ever seen in my life.

“Holy shit,” I whispered, forgetting we worked in an open office and even though I was quiet, people could hear me.

“What is it, Elizabeth?” That came from Amanda. “Oh dear. You got the Gage story?”

She was already at my back, peering over my shoulder. “Man as sexy as that shouldn’t be allowed to walk free,” I said.

“I know.” She laughed and bumped my shoulder. “He’s God’s gift to women that’s for sure. And yet from what I’ve heard, he’s never had a girlfriend, at least not one he’s gone public with.”

“Really?” I twisted in my chair and faced her. “Never?”

She shrugged. “Not in the four years he’s been here. And I’d know. Rough Riders are my team. I follow all of ‘em on Twitter and Instagram. He posts a pic and gets over four thousand comments, mostly from women, but to the best of my knowledge, he’s never been seen in public with a woman except his mom.”

Wow. That was…that was crazy. Everything leaked.

“Hmm,” I said, tapping my finger to my lips. “So I would imagine the public would want to know if he was involved, right?”

She laughed lightly. “Yeah, but watch yourself. This is a hospital piece, not a gossip column. You go digging too far and you’ll blow your chance.”

About the Author:

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When Stacey Lynn isn’t conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or behind closed doors, imagining the next adventures she’ll soon write.

She lives off her daily pot of coffee, can only write with a bowlful of Skittles nearby, and has been in love with romance novels since before she could drive herself to the library.

Stacey Lynn lives with her husband and children in North Carolina.

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The Complete Retrieval Duet by Aly Martinez…Release Blitz

 

After a mix-up at the fertility clinic, two couples are forever changed when their lives suddenly collide.

“The Retrieval Duet is an emotionally-gripping, twisty ride punctuated by intense chemistry and the hottest alpha male I’ve read in ages!” -New York Times Bestselling Author Meghan March 

RETRIEVAL
One date.
That was all it took for me to know Elisabeth was my soul mate.
Five years, countless infertility treatments, and the loss of our only son.
That was what it took for me to lose her.
One phone call, a mix-up at the lab, and a little girl neither of us knew existed.
That was the hell it took to bring her back to me.
And this time, I wasn’t letting go.
This is the story of how I took back what had always been mine.
The retrieval of my wife and my family.

TRANSFER
I married a monster.
What started out as romance ended in hell.
My sole job in life was to protect our daughter.
Until a police officer informed me of a mix-up at the lab.
My little girl was the only thing keeping me alive.
And I didn’t even know if she was mine.
This is the story of how I escaped the man who thought he owned me.

 

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Originally from Savannah, Georgia, USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez now lives in South Carolina with her husband and four young children.

Never one to take herself too seriously, she enjoys cheap wine, mystery leggings, and baked feta. It should be known, however, that she hates pizza and ice cream, almost as much as writing her bio in the third person.

She passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a super-sized tumbler of wine by her side.

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Truly His by Mia Miller…Release Blitz

 

Title: Truly His
Series: Truly Us #2
Author: Mia Miller
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: January 24, 2019
Blurb
Kayla
From the outside I
was balanced. On time, en pointe, always perfect.
But everyone has
secrets, and mine kept me alone, guarded and hiding. Safe.
I rarely left my
guard down, until I met Enzo.
Hot drummer, good
guy with big dreams and patient to a fault, it was no wonder he made my perfect
walls crumble
Enzo
I had the world in
the palm of my hands, until I met her. She made me lose my breath, my head, my
rhythm.
It was always one
step forward, two steps back with her. We were supposed to be friends with
benefits, but I wanted more.
Problem was, I carried
a secret of my own. Would it make her run?
When do secrets
become too much to handle?

 

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Mia Miller started writing as a getaway from a taxing day
job in a multinational corp. A lover of all things romance since forever, Mia
tries to find a little bit of a love story even in zombie movies. She likes her
book boyfriends Alpha and her novels naughty. Nowadays Mia can be
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Shattered Vows by Kaylea Cross…Blog Tour with Excerpt

 

 

She’s his best friend’s widow.

Molly Boyd’s entire world unraveled when tragedy turned the man she loved into her greatest threat. Her ex-husband’s death has left her pregnant and alone, struggling to put her shattered life back together—and her confusing feelings for his best friend aren’t helping matters. For years Jase has been a solid, steady source of comfort and friendship. Now she can’t stop seeing him as something more. And just as she’s wrestling with her shifting feelings, a new danger from her ex’s past threatens everything—including her and her unborn child’s lives.

But she’s always been the one.

Jase Weaver is an expert at unrequited love. Years ago he stood by and watched his best friend marry the woman of his dreams, and he’s endured his suffering in silence ever since. But when Carter’s self-destructive tailspin threatened Molly, Jase stepped in to make her safe. And when Carter died, Jase stepped up to be her rock. Now he can’t stay silent any longer. He’s wanted Molly forever and it’s time she knows it. So when a new threat against her emerges, Jase will put his own life on the line to protect her, no matter the cost.

 

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Prologue

Molly Boyd clamped her teeth together to keep them from chattering and hunched into a tighter ball in an effort to keep warm, but it didn’t help. She was cold all the way to her bones, her sodden clothes sticking to her skin. A summer rainstorm pounded down outside the shelter of the culvert she huddled in—hiding from her ex-husband.

Shock kept advancing and retreating, trapping her in an emotional fog. She’d never imagined she would end up like this. Not even after everything she and Carter had been through.

The left side of her face throbbed. Her cheek was bruised, her eye swelling slightly, and her lip burned where Carter had backhanded her. Her bare feet stung from the scratches she’d sustained in her flight to this lonely culvert at the side of the road.

 All of it was eclipsed by the pain in her heart.

She closed her eyes, fought to hold off the memory of him breaking into the house and coming at her with that terrifying, predatory expression on his face. The memory of escaping the house, slamming that branch over his back and running for her life through the darkened woods.

Tears threatened. She shook them off, refusing to give in. If she started crying now, she might never stop, and she had to stay alert because she was still in danger with Carter looking for her.

What am I going to do?

She shivered harder, tucked her knees up tight to her chest and leaned her forehead on them as she fought to keep from spiraling into the black pit of despair yawning at the edge of her consciousness. Jase was coming. She’d called him and he was coming. He would find her, help her, and he’d alerted the cops. He would make sure she was safe—even if it was from his former best friend.

At the faint sound of an approaching vehicle, her insides tightened in fear. She lifted her head, her gaze darting toward the road, dreading the moment the familiar black pickup came into view again. Carter had driven up and down this road earlier, shouting her name through his open window for endless minutes. He would never stop looking for her.

Headlights cut through the gloom. She turned her face away and squeezed her eyes shut, willing Carter away. The divorce papers had set him off, even though he must have known they were coming.

She sat perfectly still, heart hammering against her ribs as she waited, hardly daring to breathe lest the slightest motion give her hiding spot away.

“Moll?”

She flinched at the male voice all but drowned out by the thundering rain, her heart rocketing into her throat. Shit, she was trapped here. Carter was former Special Forces and the waterlogged ditch was too steep. She’d never be able to climb out and escape him if he found her this time.

“Moll. It’s Jase.”

Jase. The fear receded instantly, the cold inside her thawing under a tide of relief as she turned her head toward him. She trusted him. Trusted that he would protect her and keep her safe, no matter what.

He was wading toward her through the flooded ditch, a tall, strong silhouette, his jeans soaked to the knees. She couldn’t move, couldn’t call out. Her muscles were too weak and shaky to obey her.

Gathering her courage as he came nearer, she forced her gaze up to meet Jase’s. The instant their eyes connected, she almost lost the battle to keep the tears at bay.

Frowning in concern, he quickly climbed into the culvert and knelt down beside her. Before she could find her voice, he reached out and gently grasped her chin in his warm fingers. His jaw was tight, his aqua eyes burning with outrage. “Did he do this? Did he hit you?” he demanded, voice vibrating with horror and anger.

Molly’s fading composure crumbled. All the emotions she’d been holding back crashed over her like a dark wave, taking her under. She leaned toward him just as the dam broke.

Jase made a low sound and reached for her, wrapping his strong, warm arms around her as she laid her head on his shoulder. He ran a comforting hand up and down her back gently. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

Just her heart, now shattered into a thousand jagged  pieces.

She shook her head, her entire body trembling while she choked back the sobs trying to claw their way free of her throat, the humiliation all but strangling her. This was a nightmare. Only she wasn’t dreaming.

“All right, let’s get you out of here.” Jase slid one arm beneath her knees and lifted her, keeping her close to him as he carried her out of the culvert and through the water-filled ditch.

Molly ducked her head against the pelting rain and curled into him. She didn’t know what to say. Was ashamed to tell him what had happened.

“I’m gonna boost you up, then come right behind you.” He lifted her toward the steeply sloping side and helped her scramble over the edge before climbing up the side. Before she could even get to her feet, he scooped her up again, ignoring her mumbled protest as he strode for his truck, parked close by at the edge of the road.

Molly curled against him, still trying to come to terms with everything that had happened. As well as something…something that was still happening inside her right now.

Jase opened the front passenger door and carefully placed her on the leather seat. The interior was warm. Almost hot compared to outside.

“Hang tight.” He disappeared for a moment, opened the rear door to grab something and came back with a jacket. He tucked it around her, did up her seatbelt because her hands were still shaking and shut the door. Once he had climbed into the driver’s seat, he cranked the heat to high and reached over to aim the vents at her.

Molly sighed in relief as the warm air flowed over her. The numbness was retreating, leaving a sapping exhaustion in its wake.

Still leaning toward her, Jase reached up to stroke her wet hair away from her face, his eyes worried. “Moll, do you need to go to the hospital?”

“N-no. I’m okay.” You’re not. And you’ll never be okay again.

“What happened?” he asked, turning the truck in a tight circle and starting back up the road.

She huddled beneath his jacket and told him about Carter breaking into the house and attacking her in as few words as possible, her voice hitching due to the little gasps still jarring her lungs.

Jase was silent as she finished, his stubbled jaw clenched tight. He shook his golden-brown head, and a deep, terrible shame engulfed her, almost worse than the pain of Carter hitting her.

But there was more to her story. So much more. She didn’t want to hide the rest from him and had intended to tell everyone anyway. Just not like this.

“And it gets worse,” she added, her voice barely above a whisper.

He looked over at her sharply.

She didn’t speak for a long moment, staring out the windshield into the gloom. “I’m pregnant,” she finally said, her voice breaking.

 

 

 

NY Times and USA Today Bestselling author Kaylea Cross writes edge-of-your-seat military romantic suspense. Her work has won many awards, including the Daphne du Maurier Award of Excellence, and has been nominated multiple times for the National Readers’ Choice Awards. A Registered Massage Therapist by trade, Kaylea is also an avid gardener, artist, Civil War buff, Special Ops aficionado, belly dance enthusiast and former nationally-carded softball pitcher. She lives in Vancouver, BC with her husband and family. 

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I’m startled out of my thoughts when my brother jumps up and shouts a bunch of profane nonsense, hands flailing like he’s trying to swim on land, or approximate the chicken dance while on an LSD trip.

“You can’t do this! It’s absolute bullshit!” Armstrong yells.

I look around the table, trying to piece together what I missed.

“I’m sorry, Armstrong. I know this is a shock, but we feel it’s in the company’s best interest to put Lincoln at the helm during this transitional stage,” G-mom says firmly.

At the helm? I look to G-mom who’s busy not looking at me.

Armstrong jabs at finger at himself. “But I’m the one who’s put in all the time here! I deserve to run the company! Lincoln doesn’t know the first thing about Moorehead. All he knows how to do is dig wells and forage for food in the wilderness. How are those valuable assets here?” He turns his attention to our mother. “Did you know about this? How can you let this happen? Look at him. How can that be the face of our company? He looks like he crawled out of a gutter and mugged a twenty-year-old college kid on a bender. How is this better for our bottom line?”

My mother clasps her hands in front of her. “I’m sorry, Armstrong, but this decision wasn’t mine to make. I know this is hard for you, but your grandmother and fath—”

Armstrong stomps his foot, exactly as a toddler would. “The company is mine! Lincoln can’t have it!”

I raise a hand, half to quiet my brother and also to find out what the freaking deal is. “Whoa, let’s back this bus up.  Can someone explain what’s going on?”

“You’ve been appointed as the CEO of Moorehead Media, according to the will,” Christophe—no R, because that would make it far too pedestrian a name—my father’s lawyer says.

I’m working on trying to remain calm as I address my grandmother. “You didn’t say anything about me being CEO. You said you needed my help.”

“Running the company, yes,” she says through a practiced, stiff smile.

It’s her warning face, but seriously, when she said she needed my help for a few months I figured it meant I’d be keeping Armstrong in line while she sorted out who was going to take over the company, which I realize now was a stupid assumption.

“I didn’t think that meant CEO. How am I going to run a company with this dickhead on staff?” I motion to my brother.

“The name calling is unnecessary,” G-mom replies.

“Lincoln’s not even part of this family! He hasn’t attended one event in the past five years except for Dad’s funeral. He didn’t bother coming to my wedding and now he’s going to run the company? How is that fair?”

I snort. “Your wedding was an expensive joke.”

He crosses his arms over his chest. “I was set up. Amalie had cold feet and made me out to look like the bad guy.”

The woman beside him shoots him disgusted look.

Armstrong clears his throat and tugs at his collar. “My wedding is not the real issue. The point is that you’ve never involved yourself in any part of this family and now you think you can come in and take over. I will not stand by and let this happen!” He keeps jabbing his finger at me, as if he’s engaged in a finger sword fight.

I lean back in my chair and lace my fingers behind my neck. Armstrong has always been reactive. And self-absorbed. For a while it seemed like he finally had it together—back when he was engaged. But ever since that fiasco of a wedding he seems to have come completely unglued. Again. But worse this time. “Someone needs a timeout.”

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Title: RECKLESS

Author: Ciana Stone

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

About RECKLESS:

Morgan Windwalker Alexander considered herself to be a most fortunate woman. She loves the ranch where she and her husband, Cord, live and  raised their family. She loves her work as a large animal vet and is proud of what Cord has accomplished in his career in Mechatronics.

 

She couldn’t and wouldn’t ask for more. As far as she is concerned, at 42, she has it all.

 

Then Cord gets a call in the middle of the night and from that moment, things start to change. Her once perfect husband, a man who is methodical in all he does, displays a recklessness she finds troubling. Cracks start to appear in her perfect life, revealing lies and betrayals she didn’t want to believe were possible.

 

Can she keep the cracks from multiplying, keep all the pieces intact, or is she fighting a losing battle?   Can she patch the wounds in her life or will this reckless path Cord is on shatter their one perfect life completely?

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Cotton Creek, Texas

Morgan stretched and rubbed the back of her neck. She should’ve taken Cord’s advice and gone back to bed. But as it was, they had a new foal that was doing fine, as was the mare and Morgan had managed to enter half a month’s receipts into the expense spreadsheet for the ranch.

She looked down at the notepad beside the keyboard. Her “to-do,” and “don’t forget to do” lists. She would wait on diving into those. Her stomach was grumbling, and the cup of coffee on the desk had long grown cold.

With a mental reminder to add coffee to the shopping list, she went downstairs and poured herself a fresh cup. As she set about looking in the refrigerator for something to fix for breakfast, she thought about Cord’s trip. It didn’t make a lot of sense that this trip would bother her. He’d done more traveling in the last six or seven years than in all the rest of the time they’d been together, and it had never troubled her.

She missed him, but she’d never been uneasy being at home without him. It was silly. Why was she making a big deal out of it now? After all the lectures she’d given her children over the years on being independent, she found it ironic that right now she was acting like the least independent member of the family.

Those thoughts stayed with her as she wandered into the family room and flopped down on the couch. Maybe this was nothing more than another facet of her self-identity issues. Joe and Myrtle had fussed at her about it for years. Regardless of her own accomplishments, she still viewed herself as more of an extension of Cord.

Perhaps it had something to do with her childhood, losing both parents at such a young age. Or maybe she was simply one of those women who couldn’t stand alone.

No, she wasn’t that insecure. She loved spending every moment she could with Cord and their children, but she’d always needed a good deal of alone time, and she knew he was the same. Moreover, his career sometimes demanded that he be away from her. There were blocks of time in the installation and training process that required his presence.

She’d never make him feel guilty for that. Morgan was proud of Cord and all he’d accomplished. She wanted him to enjoy every moment of his career and his life. After all, if you didn’t do what you love and love what you did, then you were wasting your life. At least that was her way of looking at it. Kind of like spending your life with the right person.

Morgan now knew a lot of people in Cotton Creek, thanks to having lived here all her married life. But she called very few people friends. Most women were completely disinterested in what she did. She understood that. Having friendships without common interests was hard.

Most of the people who did share her interests were men, and she’d always been careful about establishing clear-cut boundaries. Morgan wasn’t conceited, but she wasn’t dishonest. She knew she was attractive, and attractive women drew attention from men.

She’d had her share of attention, turned down a lot of offers and gotten downright nasty over unwelcome overtures. Morgan would talk animal care, breeding, and ranching until the cows came home, but she wouldn’t cheat on Cord.Ever.

When she said those wedding vows, she meant them and in her way of viewing the world, if your word wasn’t something that could be trusted as surely as the rise of the sun, then you weren’t worth much as a human being.

Every day she offered her thanks to the Universe and whatever powers resided within its vastness that she’d been lucky enough to fall in love with a man who shared her views, and a man she could trust to be faithful to her.

A memory surfaced, one that always reminded her of how special her marriage and her man were.

Saturday night was typically reserved for family cookouts, sitting around the fire pit talking and generally relaxing. This Saturday, however, Morgan and Cord were on their way to the Honky Tonk Angels Bar and Grille, for a wedding reception.

Didn’t Cody look beautiful?”Morgan asked as they drove along.

Uh, yeah. She looked like Cody.”

Morgan blew a raspberry. I thought she looked amazing. And she and Jax look so happy.”

Yeah, they did. I’m surprised how well Billy and Stella accepted Jax.”

Why?”

Well, he is a good bit older than Cody.”

So? There’s no age restriction on love.”

No, I don’t guess so. Still, I thought they’d be less than thrilled. Of course, Cody has always been strong-minded. It’s hard to deter her once she sets a course. She kind of reminds me of another woman I know.”

Oh? Do I know her?”

Smart ass,”he gave her a smile. And in case I didn’t say it, you look beautiful.”

Sweet talker,”she replied and reached over to give his leg a squeeze. That and a slow dance will do it.”

Yeah? I’m gonna get lucky?”

Hmm, I’m thinking midnight swim lucky.”

Oh, baby, let’s rip through this reception and get on to the good stuff.”

Morgan laughed. Hell no. This is my first night out in—in I don’t know when. We’re going to enjoy it. Have a drink, do some dancing and catch up with people we haven’t seen in a while.”

Cord groaned dramatically. Do we have to?”

If you want to get lucky.”

He laughed at the teasing threat. Fine, if I must.”

Morgan looked around as they drove through town. Things have changed quite a bit since the big oil boom. Do you regret not selling the mineral and oil rights on our ranch?”

Not for one second.”

That’s my man.”She was pleased he’d turned down all offers. Perhaps it was her Native heritage, her dislike of the power big oil seemed to wield, or the fact that the county was not exploring alternate energy sources the way it should, but whatever the case, had the decision been hers alone, she’d have said no in a red hot second.

It might be wise not to get into much of a discussion on the merits of oil,”Cord suggested. Seeing as how Jax works for the company.”

I know, and I wouldn’t start anything. Wow, the parking lot is already almost full. Let’s park close to the road in case we leave earlier than others we can get out easier.”

Sounds like a plan.”

The place was packed. They first spoke with the Sweet family, wished Cody and Jax happiness and then got out of the way so others behind them could offer well wishes. Cord spotted JD Weathers and his wife, Jolene, and steered Morgan in their direction. Morgan and Jolene became friends not long after Jo and JD were married and as it turned out, they were distant relatives. Their great-great-grandfathers had been brothers.

JD, how’s it goin?”Cord greeted JD.

Hey, Cord. Good to see you. Doing just fine.”

Glad to hear that. Jolene,how’re things with you?”

Can’t complain. Hi, Morgan.”

Say, I hear you have a hell of a stallion,”JD remarked.

Yes, we’re selling semen, and I’m betting there are going to be impressive results. If you’re interested, I’ll email you all the stats.”

I’d like that.”

Consider it done.”

Thanks.”JD turned his attention to Cord. How’re things in your business?”

Busy. By the way, I heard the twins both got scholarships. Congratulations.”

Thanks. They’re pretty excited.”

Hell, of a duo, those two. Quarterback and running back. Hard to beat.”

As talk turned to football, Jolene took Morgan’s arm. Want to grab some beers while they talk sports?”

Absolutely.”

It took a good ten minutes to get the beer and head back to Cord and JD. By then music had started, and people were starting to get on the dance floor. Morgan and Jolene inched their way through the crowd, and after a minute, Morgan spotted the men. They weren’t alone. Two women were standing with them.

Color me a jealous wife, but do you ever get tired of women hitting on your man?”Jolene asked.

Morgan shrugged. As long as he’s telling them to take a hike, I’m good.”

You know, you’re right. Come on.”Jolene shouldered her way to where the men stood talking.

Here ya go,”Jolene cut in front of the woman beside JD and offered him a mug.

Thanks, babe.”He accepted the beer and stepped aside so she could slide in beside him.

Morgan smiled at Jolene and stepped up beside Cord. Here’s your beer.”She handed Cord a mug and then smiled at the woman beside him. Hi, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Morgan Windwalker, Cord’s wife.”

Oh, right. The Indian.”

Yep, but don’t worry, like Jolene, I gave up scalping a few years back. And you are?”

The woman sniffed and gave an eye roll. Cord and I go way back.”She took a step closer to Cord and looked up at him with an ‘I’m gonna eat you alive’ predatory expression. Isn’t that right? Oh, wait, you didn’t tell her about us? Cord, you’re still the bad boy, aren’t you?”

Yeah, that’s me, and actually, Danielle, I did tell Morgan about you.”He looked at Morgan. You remember, don’t you? That girl I dated for a minute one summer while I was in college?”

Oh, that one,”Morgan replied and cut Danielle a look. Yeah, I remember. Well, I’m glad I finally got to put a face to a name.”She looked at the other woman. And you are?”

Sorry I wasted my time.”The woman flounced off, and after a moment, Danielle did the same.

Well, that was nice,”Morgan said and raised her mug. To Cody and Jax. May the happiness they feel today, last a lifetime.”

Everyone clicked mugs and Cord leaned down to kiss her on the cheek. You’re not pissed are you?”

Not unless you’re going home with Danielle.”

Not a chance. I’ve never met a woman who could compete with you.”

Oh, you’re definitely getting lucky tonight.”

Danielle and the otherwoman, Christine, were disappointed that night when Cord didn’t respond to their advances. It’d made Morgan feel proud and lucky. She’d married the man of her dreams and still felt that way about him. To have those feelings returned was what every woman dreamed about.

She didn’t know anyone more fortunate than herself. As her eyes fell on a framed picture of Cord and their son, Trevor, she smiled. Trevor favored his father. The same tall, lean build, dark hair and eyes that were deep wells of warm autumn brown, with just a hint of copper.

Aside from good looks, he was one of the most interesting people she’d ever known, even if he was her son. The last time she spoke with Trevor he was somewhere in Arizona, still riding with Cord’s oldest friend, Big Jeff who was a lifelong biker.

If she were honest, Morgan would admit that she wasn’t entirely comfortable with that situation. Despite what she said to Cord just last night, she’d feel better if Trevor was home, or safely enrolled in college.

She laughed to herself. Trevor had obviously taken her talks about independence seriously. And he’d inherited his father’s ability to negotiate. He’d take a year to see the country, and then he’d start college. In the end, she and Cord had given in, and so far,Trevor had demonstrated good sense in his adventure.

Cable, their daughter,was equally independent. What a stunning woman she’d grown to be. Dark-haired like her parents, but with Morgan’s blue eyes, she was a woman who could stop traffic. And brains to boot. Morgan had no doubt that Cable would prove to the world she was a force to be reckoned with.

She was presently in Spain with the wife of Cord’s business partner. Maria was originally from Spain and Cable had begged to go for the last two years. This year Morgan and Cord said yes.

Morgan checked the time. It was mid-morning in Spain, which meant Cable would be awake. She picked up her phone and called Cable’s cell phone.

“What in the world are you doing up at this time?”Cable asked in lieu of a greeting.

“Hey to you, too.”Morgan smiled. “What’s up?”

“Mom, I wish you would come over for a few days. It’s gorgeous here. We spent three days in Valencia and words don’t do it justice.”

“I got the images you texted, and it looks amazing. I’m happy you’re having a good time. What’s next on the agenda?”

“The girls I met? I told you about them, remember?”

“Yes, the ones from New York.”

“Right. Well, they invited me to go to Italy with them. The Italian Riviera, Mom.”

“Hmm, warm beaches and hot guys. What’s not to love?”

“Exactly.”

“So, when do you leave?”

“This afternoon.”

“Sounds like fun. Enjoy every minute of it.”

“I am. Thanks, Mom. You and Dad. I know this is costing a bundle and I’m really grateful.”

“Girl, you’ve earned it. We’re proud of you, and it’s high time you got a chance to do something exciting. Now, go have fun and call me and tell me all about the warm sand.”

“And hot men.”

“Especially that. I love you.”

“I love you. Bye, Mom.”

“Bye baby.”

Morgan smiled, pushed herself up and headed out of the back door, accompanied by Ghost. Her veterinarian office was in a separate building near the main barn which was a good half mile from the house. She could have taken one of the ATV’s from the garage, but she’d made the walk so many times she could do it in her sleep.

Besides, the predawn hours of the day were some of her favorites. The air was still a bit moist, and there was just a hint of cool. The sky had lightened just enough to see the silhouettes of the tree branches and leaves against the sky.

Morgan gave silent thanks for the beauty around her. She loved their home and considered herself one of the luckiest people alive. There was no one she’d trade places with because as far as she was concerned, she had a perfect life.

 

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I’m a country girl at heart and I’m quite keen on home-grown heroes, military men and cowboys. Happily-ever-after is something I believe in with my whole heart. Love may be a bumpy road and there are bound to be perils along the way but in the end, love should win. I try to take that attitude into my writing and believe that love, hope and laughter are some of the best medicine there is. Along with books. Lots of books.

I have a passion for sagas. I love to fall into a world, get to know characters and have them reappear in stories down the road. Because of that, I wrote my Cotton Creek Saga. So far, there are two series within the saga, Honky Tonk Angels and Heartbreakers & Heroes, with another, Heritage, on the way in 2019.

 

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Welcome to the Isles of Concordia…

Callum is known as the playboy Prince with a heart of gold. He is no stranger to being caught in compromising positions but there is a curiosity burning inside him. One that will require the utmost discreetness.

What starts out as an exploration of desires quickly heats up when the mysterious Cleopatra submits to his power. They can only keep their relationship hidden for so long.

Will she be able to handle being Royally Bound?

 

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Fiona Tulle has always had a love for writing, from a very young age. She uses her words as an escape from the day to day, getting lost in her characters’ worlds. When not writing she can be found curled up with her pups, a cup of coffee, reading her favorite books in the sunshine of Northeast Florida.

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