Showing posts with label Domestic Discipline. Show all posts
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Friday, March 19, 2021

Release Blitz- Betrayed Honor by Zoe Blake




Title: Betrayed Honor
Series: Ivanov Crime Family #3
Author: Zoe Blake
Genre: Dark Mafia Romance
Release Date: March 19, 2021


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Her innocence was going to get her killed.
That was if I didn't get to her first.
She's the protected little sister of the powerful Ivanov Russian mafia family - the very definition of forbidden.
It’s always been my job, as their Head of Security, to watch over her but never to touch.
That ends today.
She disobeyed me and put herself in danger.
It was time to take her in hand.
I’m the only one who can save her and I will fight anyone who tries to stop me, including her brothers.
Honor and loyalty be damned.
She’s mine now.







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EXCERPT

I picked up one of the useless pieces of decor he had about the place to make it look like a normal home and not like the security surveillance headquarters it really was.
He raised his arm. Pointing a finger at me, he warned, “Don’t you dare!”
I threw it.
He ducked in time for it to smash against the wall behind him.
“Liar!” I cried as I launched another missile, a glass cylinder holding an unlit candle.
He lunged for me. I feigned right then left and bolted to the other side of the room, placing the sofa between us.
“You’re a fucking liar! You’ve been fucking lying to me this whole time!”
“Language!” he roared as he circled around. I kept out of arm’s reach, always keeping the length of the sofa between us.
I fired back, purely out of spite, the one phrase I knew would piss him off. “Poshol nahuj!”
Reaching down, he used both hands to shove the sofa. It easily slid across the polished dark bamboo floor, removing the barricade between us. He rose to his full, unbelievably intimidating height. A vein pulsed in his temple as his chest rose and fell with each agitated breath. I had angered the beast. Without the sofa between us, I was vulnerable and unprotected.
“Apparently,” Mikhail snarled, “my bad girl needs another lesson from me.”
There was only one option left for me. I turned and bolted for the front door.
He was right behind me.
Snatching my arm, he swung me around and used the force of his body to press me against the wall of windows. Behind me was a panorama of stars and the flickering lights from the boats out on the Potomac, a peaceful scene that belied the war brewing between us.
He pressed his fingertips into my upper arms. “Listen to me.”
Not wanting to listen to his excuses and lies, I clawed at his grasp, trying to wriggle away.
He shifted his hold to my waist and swooped down to capture my lips in an attempt to subdue me; I shifted my head to the side, avoiding him. It didn’t work.
Tightening his hold on my waist, he lifted me high off my feet. I was anchored against the glass with his hips, his hard cock pushed against my stomach. He released his hold and wrapped his hands around my jaw, forcing my head forward. He then took possession of my mouth. When I tried to keep my lips closed, he pressed his thumbs into the soft flesh of my cheeks, forcing my jaw open. At first, I returned his kiss, then I returned to my senses and fought back and bit his lip.
His head reared back. He swept his tongue across his lower lip, lapping up a tiny bead of blood.
He wasn’t deterred.
He captured my mouth again. I could taste the metallic tang of his blood. His fingers slipped into my wild strawberry curls, holding my head steady for his continued assault. He pressed his body tighter against my soft curves, refusing to give quarter till I accepted him and accepted his dominance over me.
He broke the kiss and breathed against my mouth. “You’re mine. Fucking mine.”
I knew the moment the fight left me when I felt the brush of the back of his knuckles down my cheek. Swallowing my capitulating moan, he deepened the kiss. He interlaced his fingers with mine and pressed my hands against the glass on either side of my head. The cold, hard surface brought reality crashing back. I desperately wanted to return to the warmth and ignore all else but knew that was not possible.
Using every ounce of strength I possessed, I pulled back. He ran a thumb over my cheekbone, feeling the soft warmth of my flush. I never wore makeup, but at this moment, I was certain my swollen lips looked as if they were bright with a kiss-smeared crimson lipstick.
“Why?” I whispered, the sting of betrayal bright in my eyes.
He took a deep breath and told me the jaggedly raw truth. “All I can say is, from the moment I met you, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that you were meant to be mine and mine alone. Part of that meant you were mine to protect.”
“So you snuck a security camera into my shop?”
His eyes hardened as he shifted his gaze away from mine.
Fuck. It was so much worse than just a single security camera. He and my brothers had probably been watching and monitoring every step I ever made from the moment I left Gregor’s house, seeking my so-called independence.
He took a step back and let me slide back onto my feet. From this position, he towered over my slight frame. “Baby, you are just going to have to trust me.”
“Trust you? I feel like I don’t even know you anymore, if I ever did.”
“I never had any cameras in your apartment. Just the entrances and exits and your shop.”
I threw my arms into the air. “Oh, well, that makes things all better.”
“I will not apologize or feel guilty for doing my fucking job, for wanting to keep the woman I love safe.”
I shook my head. “No! No. You can’t do that to me. You don’t get to say that. You don’t get to give me the cold shoulder for three years and then one day announce that we’re together and you love me because you’ve finally decided you want me. That’s not how this works.”
He slammed his fist against the window. The glass vibrated from the impact, and the starburst crack a few feet away lengthened. “Damn it, Nadia. You know why we couldn’t be together. It was for your own good.”
I shifted away from the window and backed up a few paces, needing space from him. I couldn’t think straight when he was that close to me. “For my own good. For my own protection. You’re no better than my brothers. Deciding what is best for me without even bothering to ask me!”
He started toward me. “I am what is best for you. I’ve always been what is best for you. Me and me alone.”
Picking up the nearest object I could lay my hands on — a blue glass bowl — and I shouted back, “Then you should have put a ring on it instead of just standing on the sidelines all these years.” I threw the bowl straight at his head and once again bolted for the door.
I didn’t make it two steps before he caught up with me. Grasping me from behind, he wrenched my body close to his own. He leaned down to whisper in my ear. “You’re not going anywhere.”
My hands balled into fists as I stomped my foot, trying to step on his toes and force him to release me. “Let go!”
Mikhail moved so quickly I didn’t even have time to protect myself. He spun me around in his embrace. His right hand struck out, wrapping his fist into a shock of my messy curls, then he wrenched my head back. His other hand went to my lower back, pushing me forward and against him. My hands rose to press back against his chest. He didn’t budge.
He stormed back. “You need to understand that as of tonight, things have changed. We’re together now, and I’m not letting you go.”
I twisted my head to the side. “We’re not together. All I’ve ever been to you is a security job.”
“You’ve been a whole lot fucking more to me than some stupid job, Nadia.”
His mouth swept down to capture my own.






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"The explosive plot is a nonstop roller coaster ride...steam literally seeps from the pages with the romance scenes. This is a series not to be missed. Zoe Blake delivers with this one. Download and enjoy!" – Nancy R., Goodreads Reviewer ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

"Just like the rest of this series. I seriously can't say enough good things about every one of Ms. Blake's Russian Mafia books. They're sheer modern day bodice ripper perfection!!" – Autumn Lee, Goodreads Reviewer ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

"You can't help falling for Zoe's brand of super dominant, grumpy cavemen; and admiring the women who have these bad boys wrapped around their fingers."  – Anika Kay, Goodreads Reviewer ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

"Her writing is so addictive and there is no way I can let go of this series. Mikhail and Nadia are amazing and pure fire together. Their tale hooked me in and didn't let me go until the very end! ...A must read for all the dark romance lovers!" – Abstract Books ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

"OMG step aside Ivanov brothers Mikhail is in the house!! Mikhail is down and dirty!! He is going to set the pages on fire!! There is no sweet and gentle to him." – Terri, Goodreads Reviewer ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️






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USA TODAY Bestselling Author in Dark Romance 

She delights in writing Dark Romance books filled with overly-possessive Billionaires, Taboo scenes and Unexpected twists. She usually spends her ill-gotten gains on martinis, travel and red lipstick. Since she can barely boil water, she’s lucky enough to be married to a sexy Chef.


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Thursday, March 11, 2021

RELEASE BLITZ- STAY BABY STAY BY MARGO SCOTT




Title: Stay Baby Stay
Series: Daddy Loves You #2
Author: Margot Scott
Genre: Standalone Forbidden/Erotic Romance
Release Date: March 11, 2021


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Hold on, baby. Daddy’s got you...

I was on the hunt for a devil the night an angel fell into my lap. My obsession took hold before she'd even told me her name, aroused by a craving for Holly's particular brand of sweetness.

If I hadn’t been undercover that night, I’d have thrown her over my shoulder and carried her far from that poisoned playground. One of many gilded mansions where the scotch is aged to perfection, and the girls are young and disposable.

The devil I’m tracking has a taste for that sort of prey. I’m determined to catch him, but till I do, I’m keeping my baby girl close to me.

In my arms and in my bed where I can protect her.

Where I can be the man she craves.

And the Daddy she needs.

Author’s note: Brace yourself for the wild ride that is book two in the Daddy Loves You Series from Margot Scott. Each title in the series is a standalone romance, bursting at the seams with fast and filthy age-gap instalove. Absolutely NO cheating or cliffhangers, and a guaranteed HEA!

Please note, this book contains scenes and descriptions of violence, as well as discussions of past sexual abuse. Reader discretion is advised.







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EXCERPT

I don’t belong here.
I repeat the words to myself like a mantra. I do not belong here.
My foot tap-tap-taps on the chair leg, as I watch Kenzie work her magic by the bar. Laughing at jokes that aren’t funny. Smiling just enough to convey interest without coming off as desperate. Each hair flip and slow blink is a carefully choreographed dance step intended to entice.
The moves would probably work even if she wasn’t gorgeous, but she is. I’ve done a good job accentuating her cheekbones, balancing highlight and bronzer so that the light hits the high points of her face just right. She’s got the sort of ski-sloped nose you’d expect to find on a doll, not a living, breathing human woman.
I’m not saying I’m ugly in comparison. I’m just not pretty in the same way Kenzie is. She brightens any room she enters, while I stand in the corner praying not to be noticed. Where she’s warm, I’m cold, jittery, like a nervous cat. The moon to Kenzie’s sun; I expect she shines even brighter beside me.
I remind myself Kenzie’s good at this because she’s had to be, and she’s just as good at turning it off when needed. Some guys will take a polite smile as an invitation to invade your personal space.
Others don’t need any prompting at all.
The men here seem to appreciate the dance, like it’s a type of foreplay. I watch them watching her, drinking her in like a glass of champagne.
For the tiniest of moments, I’m jealous. Not because I wish they’d look at me that way, but because of how easily it comes to Kenzie. People are drawn to her in ways they simply aren’t drawn to me. Because she doesn’t instinctively give off a don’t-talk to-me vibe.
Apparently, that vibe isn’t enough to turn away the white-haired geezer shoving his crotch in my face.
“Aren’t you the sweetest thing,” he says, standing over me, his hand resting on the back of my chair.
“Am I?” I sip champagne and glance anxiously in Kenzie’s direction, but she doesn’t turn toward me.
“I think you might be the prettiest peach in the room.”
I instruct my eyes not to roll as I finally look up at him. My pulse picks up speed. The old man smiles, and his teeth are blindingly white, like he had them bleached this morning.
“That’s very kind of you,” I tell him.
He takes the empty seat beside me. I feel the sweat start to build under my arms and behind my knees. I wish he’d go away. Choose someone else, someone who actually looks excited to see him and his money.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you at one of these things before,” he says. “Are you a virgin?”
I nearly choke on my champagne. He chuckles, a croaking frog-like sound. I am probably one of the least experienced girls here, but I’m not about to advertise that fact. Having sex means letting people get close to you, and I don’t let very many people get close to me.
“Excuse me,” I say, rising to my feet. “I need to...reapply my lipstick.”
“Aw, I was just joking, sweetie. No need to play hard to get.” He grabs my hand and pulls me onto his lap. My limbs freeze up as his bony arms cinch around my waist. “Though I must say, the deer-in-headlights look is really doing it for me—”
“I believe you’re in my seat, Mr. Treasurer.”
I crane my neck to get a look at the face of the man staring down at us. I instantly recognize him from before, when I first walked in.
Ice-blue eyes. Sandy brown hair, shorn close to the scalp, yet still long enough to comb your fingers through, if you were interested in doing that sort of thing. He’s younger than most of the men here, though that still places him firmly in his late thirties.
His gaze meets mine, and even though I’m seated on a creep’s lap, I immediately feel...safer.
“I don’t see your name on it,” the old man—Mr. Treasurer—says.
“Trust me, it’s there. Now let the young lady stand up so I can claim what’s mine.”
Mr. Treasurer narrows his gaze at the younger man, who makes no move to step down or back away.
“I didn’t realize you’d made a down payment. My apologies.” The old creep lets go of me. I practically leap from his lap. He stands up and waves his hand at the chair. “All yours.”
The younger man takes the empty seat without a word.
“Name’s Jack,” the man says, holding out his hand to me. “Forgive me if I’ve just pulled you away from the geriatric of your dreams, but you looked like you could use an emergency exit.”
“God, yes...and thank you.” I shake his hand. He doesn’t pull or try to convince me to sit in his lap, but I find myself mysteriously drawn to him.
I sit down on the arm of his chair, granting me a front-row seat to his face. He’s handsome, but not flawless. There’s a faint scar on his forehead, and his nose is slightly crooked; he probably broke it as a kid. The dusting of stubble along his jaw makes him look rugged, which is hard to pull off in a suit.
He has to be rich if he’s here tonight. I wonder how he makes his money.
“What’s your name?” he asks.
“Mia,” I say, using the fake name Kenzie helped me come up with.
“Where are you from, Mia?”
“All over,” I say with a shrug. A stock answer for strangers, but Jack doesn’t feel like a stranger. I feel like I’ve known him for ages.
“What brings you out into the country on a Saturday night? Shouldn’t you be partying with your friends?”
“I don’t really like parties,” I say.
“In that case, why’re you here?”
“My friend wanted to come. She thought we could make some easy money.”
The light dims behind his smile.
“Trust me, sweetheart. Ain’t nothing easy about this kind of money.”
I finish off the last of my champagne. Jack watches my throat closely as I swallow, his gaze warm and intense.
“How old are you, Mia?”
“Eighteen,” I say.
For a second, I think he looks relieved. His face is kind. I hate to think he’s a creep like the rest of the men here, but why else would he be at this party?
“You in some kind of trouble?” he asks.
“Why? You want to rescue me again?”
He chuckles. “Just wondering if you could use a getaway.”
Kenzie and I lock eyes from across the room. She makes a crude gesture with her fingers at the sight of me sitting so close with a man. I purse my lips, grateful I went with full-coverage foundation tonight, otherwise my cheeks would be as red as the hair on my head.
“I’d love to get the hell out of here,” I say. “But I can’t leave my friend. Thanks for the offer, though.”
“Anytime,” he says, and I get the feeling he means it.
I have no good reason to trust Jack, but it's rare that I meet someone who’s so easy to talk to. Someone who doesn't make me break out in a cold sweat just by looking at them. The only other person I feel this comfortable around is Kenzie.
The chair’s arm is sharp and unforgiving against my backside. Before I realize it, I’m sliding down onto Jack’s lap. His arms go around me, but unlike the old man, his hold doesn’t feel confining. It feels protective, comforting. Like sinking into bed.
“My name’s not Mia,” I tell him. “It’s Holly. I’m sorry I lied.”
“Nah, you’re smart not to advertise your real name. I bet most of the girls here are going by some kind of alias. Now, how old are you really?”
I laugh softly. “That, I didn’t lie about.”
“Thank fucking God.” He touches his temple to mine. I probably shouldn’t have told him my real name. He’s a stranger, no one special to me. But part of me hated the thought of lying to him.
“Seems like you’re the only man here who cares to ask how old we are.”
“Oh, they care,” he says, with an edge to his voice. “They’re just hoping for a different answer.”
A cold chill runs down my back and settles in my stomach. Jack must feel it, too, because he’s suddenly holding me tighter. I tuck my face into the angle of his neck and jaw. If I close my eyes and tune out the party around us, I can pretend we’re somewhere far away from here. Just the two of us.
“I think your friend wants to talk to you,” Jack says.
I glance at the bar where Kenzie stands waving and beckoning.
Sighing with frustration, I straighten my posture. “I should go see what she needs.”
“Hold on a sec, Holly.” Jack reaches into the breast pocket of his jacket and pulls out a scuffed-up pen and a small notepad. He clicks the point down and writes something on a piece of paper, which he then tears out. “If you ever find yourself backed into a corner, I have friends in the Knoxville Police Department who can help.”
“Friends?” I can’t say Kenzie and I have ever put much faith in cops. In fact, we’ve spent the last three years going out of our way to avoid them.
“People I trust.” He folds the piece of paper into a small square, which he then tucks into my cleavage.
Before my body even registers that he’s touching my breast, his fingers are already gone.
“If you’re ever in trouble,” he says, “ask for Caleb Larkin. Say it for me, will ya?”
“Caleb Larkin,” I echo.
“Good girl.”






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Friday, January 29, 2021

New Release - Leith by Jane Henry

 

















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Cairstina Reilly was locked in silence when I found her.

When I ravaged my way through weak men to save her.


When I killed for her. 


Now our fates are tangled together in a web of lies, danger, and betrayal.


I have to take her hostage. 

Drag her from her silent, private world,

And force her into mine. 


In my Clan’s enclave deep in the wild Scottish Highlands, 

no one will find us and our secret will be safe…


But I’m not the only one with secrets. 


Cairstina thinks her silence will protect her.

But only I can do that. 


And the sooner my bonnie lass learns to trust me,

The sooner I can set her free from everything that’s held her captive…


Everything except me.





















"Do you want me to touch you?” She nods vehemently, and swallows as she grabs at my hand again.

“Ah, ah,” I tease. “You were a naughty girl today. It won’t be that easy.”

She frowns and gives me a questioning look.

“Did you give me the book when I asked earlier?” She bites her lip and shakes her head. “Did you smack me in the kitchen when I teased you?” She squeezes her eyes shut.

“Look at me, lass.”

I’m not angry with her, but I have been waiting for an excuse to punish her. I want to feel her skin beneath my palm. I want to see her cry out in pain before I make it better.

She obeys, opening her wide blue eyes to capture mine.

“You know what I’ve told you.” She nods. The next thing I know, she’s scrambling up onto her knees, practically throwing herself over the arm of the couch. She wriggles her little heart-shaped arse, offering herself to be punished.

Jesus.

“You think I should give you the spanking you’ve earned?”

She nods, pretending to be repentant, but I can tell how badly she wants this.

“It must not be proper punishment if you want it. I ought to do a better job this time.”

I stand beside her, place my palm on her lower back, then slam my hand against the fullest part of her arse. Her head snaps back, and I spank her again. My handprint blooms against her pale white skin, a pink-shaped mark that makes my cock throb.

I rub the place I’ve just spanked. “I think you like your spanking, don’t you?”













USA Today bestselling author Jane Henry pens stern but loving alpha heroes, feisty heroines, and emotion-driven happily-ever-afters. She writes what she loves to read: kink with a tender touch. Jane is a hopeless romantic who lives on the East Coast with a houseful of children and her very own Prince Charming.


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Friday, January 8, 2021

PreOrder Blitz - Savage Vow by Zoe Blake




Title: Savage Vow
Series: Ivanov Crime Family #1
Author: Zoe Blake
Genre: Dark Mafia Romance
Release Date: January 15, 2021


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I took her innocence as payment. 
She was far too young and naïve to be betrothed to a monster like me. 
I would bring only pain and darkness into her sheltered world. 

That’s why she ran. 
I should’ve just let her go… 
She never asked to marry into a powerful Russian mafia family. 
None of this was her choice. 

Unfortunately for her, I don’t care. 
I own her… and after three years of searching… I’ve found her. 
My runaway bride was about to learn disobedience has consequences… punishing ones. 

Having her in my arms and under my control had become an obsession. 
Nothing was going to keep me from claiming her before the eyes of God and man. 
She’s finally mine… and I’m never letting her go.







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EXCERPT

I rounded the long dining room table putting distance between me and Gregor. 
He followed. 
“This isn’t about your father or our families or about the damn money. I don’t give a shit about the money. This is about us,” he yelled as he quickened his pace. 
Panicking, I pulled out one of the chairs and thrust it in his way. “There is no us! There is nothing between us. We are only bound by blood money.”
Gregor reached down and flipped the chair on its side sending it skidding across the hardwood floor. 
I screamed and turned to run. 
His hand wrapped around my upper arm. I was propelled backwards till I slammed against the wall. Gregor quickly followed, placing this forearms on either side of my head, caging me in. 
“I don’t ever want to hear you say that again. Do you understand me, mалы́шка?”
I was breathing heavily. I breasts brushed against his chest with each inhalation. I could feel my nipples tighten against silk fabric of my strapless bra. 
Still, I dared to challenge him. Why not? The damned have nothing to lose. “Say what? The truth?” I viscously spit out, “You’re just the monster whose been chasing me. Nothing more.”
Reaching down, he raised the hem of my dress. His hand a fiery brand on my thigh. 
“No! Stop!”
He ignored my protest. Wedging his knee between my thighs, he forced my legs open. His fingers sought out my core, caressing me through the thin fabric of my panties. He leaned down to nuzzle my neck just below my ear. 
I bit my lip to stifle a groan. 
He shifted his hips so I could feel the hard press of his cock against my inner thigh. “You’re lying to yourself and to me. Does that feel like nothing to you?”
I rolled my head from side to side. “Lust fueled by hatred and revenge. Every kiss taken by force.”
He raised his arm and slammed his fist against the wall, making me cry out. He then clasped his hands over my jaw to cradle my face. His gaze bore into my own before it traveled to my mouth. It looked as if he were going to say something but instead he turned away with an animalistic growl. 
I stayed plastered against the wall, afraid to move. 
Gregor turned back to me. His eyes dark and cold as steel. “So be it, Samara. I’ll show you just what a monster I can be.”
A terrified scream tore through my body as he tossed me over his shoulder and carried me up the dark staircase to his bedroom.








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USA TODAY Bestselling Author in Dark Romance 

She delights in writing Dark Romance books filled with overly-possessive Billionaires, Taboo scenes and Unexpected twists. She usually spends her ill-gotten gains on martinis, travel and red lipstick. Since she can barely boil water, she’s lucky enough to be married to a sexy Chef.


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Tuesday, December 29, 2020

Release Blitz/ Tully by Jane Henry


















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Don’t let her mousy appearance fool you...

McKenna Byrne is fire.


Hot tempered.

Passionate.

All-consuming.

She seared my soul from our very first kiss.


Once, she wanted a chance at independence.

A life away from the Clan. 


Then danger threw us back together, 

and when McKenna and I collide…

We ignite.


Now I’m forced to claim her. 

To make her a full-fledged woman of the Clan. 

She might fight me tooth and nail, but we both love a challenge. 


This time, there’ll be no escape for either of us.

This time, we’ll burn.







































USA Today bestselling author Jane Henry pens stern but loving alpha heroes, feisty heroines, and emotion-driven happily-ever-afters. She writes what she loves to read: kink with a tender touch. Jane is a hopeless romantic who lives on the East Coast with a houseful of children and her very own Prince Charming.


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