“Fallen Down Under” by: S.M. Phillips
“Fuck.” I slam my fist into the desk before me and feel nothing but rage. I need to go after her. I need to explain. “But isn’t this what you wanted?” The voice inside my head whispers. “Isn’t this a nice easy way out?”
Everything Max has done has always been at a cost to others around him. He wasn’t about to make that mistake again. No longer will his selfish ways punish those close to him. Sometimes it’s better to have had and lost than to never have had at all.
Finally after what felt like forever, Jess was getting a glimpse of control over her life again and allowed her defences to come crashing down, only to have what it guarded to be crushed once again. Now, on the other side of the world away from her friends, she doesn’t know what to do.
Should she stay or should she go?
Is it too late or have they both fallen too far into something that is completely out of their depths?
Meet S.M. Phillips
Welcome to the crazy and hectic life that is me… A fun, loving mum of one special little boy, girlfriend (I’m sure it should be wife by now!!) and an overall crazy, happy go lucky girl from England.
I have always had a passion for reading and writing. Wherever I am, my book reader is never far behind along with a mug of coffee.
I found myself wanting to write from a young age, I have quite a few hidden stories on my computer somewhere, maybe I will have to dig them out and play around with them at some point.
I decided to make the very exciting but also very nerve wracking decision to release my debut ‘Escape down under’ at the end of 2013 when the ideas in my head got too strong and just wouldn’t leave me alone.
Escape down under is now live and Fallen down under is due for release on November 2nd
She’s hiding something from me and I need to know what it is. I’ve done so many things I never thought I’d do for this woman and it kills me that she’s lying to me.
How can I make her see that she can trust me?
Do I want to know the truth?
Sometimes things are easier when they’re left unsaid…
About Missy Johnson
Missy lives in a small town in Central Victoria with her husband, and her confused pets (a dog who think she’s a cat, a cat who thinks he’s a dog…you get the picture).
When she’s not writing, she can usually be found looking for something to read.
An erotic paranormal romance…
Dimitri LeBlanc, sexy and charismatic beta of Acadian Wolves, survives a brutal attack after his wolf succumbs to a dark force, threatening his very existence. Waking up, tied to a bed, his amusement transforms into lust as a beautiful stranger heals his beast. Intrigued by his mysterious savior, the tables quickly turn, when in the heat of a dark desert night, he rescues her from a barbaric Alpha. Dimitri is inexplicably drawn to the alluring woman, and the discovery that she’s his mate rouses his hunger to claim her as his own.
Gillian Michel, a New York City photographer, conceals a secret hybrid past and mystical abilities. An entire lifetime, she’s deliberately avoided wolves, but a seductive encounter with an irresistible beta leaves her craving his touch, his lips on hers. Passion ignites her desire, leaving her yearning to submit to the powerful wolf who tests her sexual limits.
Deep in the heart of New Orleans, Dimitri and Gillian seek a cure to the parasite maligning his mighty beast. Still on the run from a malevolent force, they lure their enemy into the bayou. Will Gillian sacrifice her gifts to save the man she loves, destroying her own immortality? And will Dimitri eradicate the evil that has invaded his soul while protecting his mate from an adversary who threatens to kill them both?
Warning: This book contains several erotic love scenes and is intended for adult readers only.
About Kym Grosso
Kym Grosso is the award-winning author of the bestselling erotic paranormal romance series, The Immortals of New Orleans. The series currently includes Kade’s Dark Embrace (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 1), Luca’s Magic Embrace (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 2), Tristan’s Lyceum Wolves (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 3), Logan’s Acadian Wolves (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 4), Léopold’s Wicked Embrace (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 5) and Dimitri (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 6).
In addition to romance, Kym has written and published several articles about autism, and is passionate about autism advocacy. She writes autism articles on PsychologyToday.com and AutismInRealLife.com. She also is a contributing essay author in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Raising Kids on the Spectrum.
Kym lives with her husband, two children, dog and cat. Her hobbies include autism advocacy, reading, tennis, zumba, traveling and spending time with her husband and children. New Orleans, with its rich culture, history and unique cuisine, is one of her favorite places to visit. Also, she loves traveling just about anywhere that has a beach or snow-covered mountains. On any given night, when not writing her own books, Kym can be found reading her Kindle, which is filled with hundreds of romances.
Requiem (Chronicles of the Irin, #2)
Release Date: September 30th 2014
Publisher: Infinite Ink Books
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Pre-Order Links: iTunes | AmazonHer name is Evangeline and she is Nephilim.
is stuck in the Underworld until she can find a way to be released from
her newfound role as Hades. And the longer she remains in Hades the
more secrets are revealed about her true origins. A confrontation with a
Dark Angel brings two revelations to the Evie – the true identity of
Daniel, the Master of the Irin’s assistant, and who is he to Evie
While a trip into the depths of Hades leads Evie into
the fiery depths of Tartarus and eventually to the eternal peace of
Elysium, will Evie find the peace she seeks? And what about the smoking
hot Julian, god of Hades? How far is he willing to go to keep Evie at
wondered, not for the first time, why they didn’t shine with the blood she’d
spilled a few days ago. She flexed her fingers, turning her hands over to study
them in the light of the blazing fire. Long lean fingers, neatly manicured
nails. Elegant hands for a cold-blooded killer. Only the slightly darker
calluses on the inside of her fingers hinted at the hours of weapons-practice,
hours of using weapons to kill.
executioner, although never guilty of ending an undeserving life. Not until the
insidiously evil Marcellus Bactor had taken over as the Master of the
Brotherhood of the Irin. As a warrior under the Brotherhood she’d performed
missions of charity, missions of freedom, and of course missions of death. But
under Marcellus death had become the sole function of the Irin.
at all. She hadn’t expected to feel so strange after dispatching Marcellus.
He’d been running the Brotherhood, his own needs more important than those of
the humans whom they were all meant to protect. And, now she knew he’d killed
her guardian, Patrick, and robbed her of the only father she’d ever known.
though she ought to receive some sort of punishment for murdering the Master of
the Irin. And for the first time she wondered what the Brotherhood and all her
fellow Nephilim were doing right now. Choosing another Master? Perhaps Daniel?
She shuddered at the thought. What was that saying? Frying pan and fire.
sofa, moving her cheek away from the warm flames of the fire. Julian’s study
was warm and cozy, and modern. Unlike anything she’d ever expected to see deep
within the bowels of the earth. Dark wood shelves covered the walls filled to
overflowing with books from every age, in every language. Comfortable sofas in
earthy tones were scattered around the space, convenient spots for curling up
with an interesting read. She tossed her dark hair over her shoulder and away
from the heat from the fireplace.
Castor’s reaction to Marcellus’ death just hours ago. He’d barely blinked on
seeing the bloody remains of their old Master. Not that she should have
expected tears considering Castor had borne the brunt of Marcellus’s fury when
Evie had left Greylock Estate in search of the Underworld. Evie’s stomach
tightened when she thought of Castor’s little home on the grounds of the
estate. A place the half demon had loved, a place now burnt to ash. But
Castor’s woes didn’t seem to worry him too much right now. He was being well
entertained by Pollo and his eclectic band of servants.
in a bit of a hurry; something about a volcanic eruption in the South Pacific.
That left Evie to her own devices, which wouldn’t have been so bad if she had
not needed to worry about Persephone. Evie was constantly on guard where the
cold-hearted goddess was concerned, what with Persephone having already tried
once to kill her. But so far she didn’t seem to want to repeat the attempt.
Maybe she was concerned about what Julian would do to her should she succeed.
Evie snorted. No chance she’d let her guard down though.
glanced at the shifting letters tattooed into her skin. They seemed alive,
twisting and writhing beneath the surface of her pale skin like living things.
Something Evie was yet to get accustomed to. She studied the markings then
returned her attention to the pages of the ancient book lying open on her lap.
from a time long gone. Perhaps a source of information, perhaps a way to undo
this curse that she’d brought upon herself. Twelve seals to make a god. Not a
bad way to turn an angel into the King of the Underworld.
rubbed her forehead. Suddenly the room seemed to close in on her and she felt
desperate to leave the confining comfort of the study. She’d been on edge for
hours now. What she probably needed was a sparring session. Something she
wasn’t likely to get down here.
the sofa, heading for the door on feet that seemed to think she was in a hurry
to be somewhere. Outside, the cool air from the shadowed tunnels teased her
overly warm cheeks. She glanced up and down the passage listening for the
sounds of approaching feet or hooves. Nothing. Torches shone at both ends of
the tunnel, their flickering yellow light dancing and reflecting against the
ominous jagged black stone of the tunnel walls.
although part of her knew exactly where they were leading her.
front of him. Until he rested his hand on her arm. The touch of his skin to
hers set off a million tiny sparks, sending a shiver of anticipation up and
down her spine.
Julian, until their lips were a hairs-breadth from meeting. Electricity sizzled
between them and for a moment Evie’s legs wobbled. She tipped forward toward
him, reaching for Julian’s shoulder to help steady her. Only touching his hard,
muscled arm didn’t help to steady her in any way.
and she felt him shift, move toward her. He cupped the back of her head,
tilting her face, giving him access to her lips.
tentative. He kissed her hard, with a pent-up passion that felt dangerous and
delicious all at the same time. Evie’s heart thundered against her ribs as she
kissed him back. She curled her arm around his neck and pulled him closer.
belongs to the Brotherhood Irin and together with all the other
Nephilim of the world she is protector to humanity, protector against
evil. But evil has found its way into the Brotherhood. Someone has
murdered her guardian and Marcellus, the New Master makes demands of the
warriors that go against all they stand for. Demands Evie just can’t
Evie uncovers Marcellus’ plan to collect a set of
special seals, but when a high-level demon reveals the truth behind the
Seals of Hades, Evie know there is no way she can allow the Master of
the Irin to get his hands on them. But will keeping the Seals from
Marcellus cause her to sacrifice more that she should? Will vengeance
for her guardian’s death be enough or will she need more to satisfy her
was a doorway into my imagination. Poetry was my first foray into the art of
the written word. Books were my best friends, my escape, my haven. I am
essentially a recluse but this part of my personality is impossible to practice
given I have two teenage daughters, who are actually my friends, my tea-makers,
my confidantes… I am blessed with a husband who has left me for golf. It’s a
fair trade as I have left him for writing. We are both passionate supporters of
each others loves – it works wonderfully…
resides in South Africa where my old roots still remain, and my heart still
longs for the endless beaches and the smell of moist soil after a summer
downpour. My love for Ma Afrika will never fade. The other half of me has been
transplanted to the Land of the Long White Cloud. The land of the Taniwha,
beautiful Maraes, and volcanoes. The land of green, pure beauty that truly
inspires. And because I am so torn between these two lands – I shall forever
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Title: The Syrian Virgin
Author: Zack Love
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: PinkInk Designs (Cassy Roop)
Release Date: October 20th 2014
Anissa is traumatized by the most brutal conflict of the 21st Century: the Syrian Civil War. In 2012, Islamists in Homs terrorize her Christian community and destroy everything in her life. Narrowly escaping death, Anissa restarts her devastated life as a college student in NY. She is bewildered and lost — a virgin in every sense.
But despite her inexperience with men and life in the United States, Anissa is quickly drawn to two powerful individuals: Michael, the Syrian-Christian American who leads the political effort to protect his community, and Julien, her college professor who runs a $20 billion hedge fund. Complicating matters, Michael is still attached to his ex-girlfriend and Julien is the most sought after bachelor in Manhattan. Anissa’s heart and her communal ties pull her in different directions, as she seeks hope and renewal in a dark world.
LIFE shattered her. LOVE empowered her.
Zack Love graduated from Harvard College, where he studied mostly literature, psychology, philosophy, and film. After college, he moved to New York City and took a corporate consulting job that had absolutely nothing to do with his studies. The attacks of September 11, 2001 inspired him to write a novelette titled “The Doorman,” and heightened his interest in the Middle East. A decade later, that interest extended to the Syrian Civil war, which provided the backdrop for his latest work. In late 2013, Zack began releasing his unpublished works of fiction and became a full-time author. He has published comedy, psychological and philosophical fiction, and romance. Zack enjoys confining himself to one genre about as much as he likes trying to sum up his existence in one paragraph.
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LAUREN LAWLER’s life is visually perfect. However husband Niall seems to have forgotten she exists. Running a Vintage shop on Ebay and meeting her best friend Monique for coffee and shopping, Lauren feels settled but bored. Collecting her nine year old son Joe from school one day, she discovers that the new mum at the gates is her old school foe Bettina.
Lauren is initially wary, but encouraged by Niall, attempts to be friendly, getting involved with the school’s summer fair so that Bettina can meet other parents. This throws Lauren into working with Seb, an outwardly nerdy looking teacher who turns out to be a hidden attraction. As Niall continues to be distant, Seb’s attentions become ever more tempting.
Bettina says she is back escaping a violent husband, but best friend Monique doesn’t buy it and warns Lauren to be careful.
As a vendetta threatens everything Lauren has taken for granted, she has to discover who she can trust. But how much does anyone ever really know about those around them, what’s underneath?
Driven by adrenaline, my hands won’t stop shaking as I turn off the alarm set for three thirty am and consider what I’m about to do, part two of my plan. I suck on my top lip, trying to get some saliva into my dry mouth. I push back the duvet revealing the black DKNY top and J. Crew trousers, chosen so I look hot if arrested. I imagined Monique’s voice should I face the police dressed in Value jeans and so assembled an ‘attractive assassin’ combo. My armpits feel damp and my heart races to the point that I can feel its thud within my neck, it reminds me of old movies when the monster moves slow before attack. I breathe deep, this is self-defence. I can barely tie the converse I slip on my feet and for a moment I surrender, lay down on the floor in child’s pose, trying to regulate my breathing. It does no good. I must go now. I pull my wavy blonde hair back in a bun, grab my bag, slide on my D&G sunglasses and exit the house.
Behind the wheel of my faithful Nissan Micra, I drive to the bitch’s estate and park around the corner, leaving the car obscured by a row of garages. I glance around checking for witnesses. Though I see no-one, I can hear the inebriated screams and laughs of people on their way back from the clubs. I walk casually to her house, my posture straight so should anyone see me they wouldn’t question my being there. As I arrive at the front garden I appraise how immaculate it looks, planted with symmetrical bedding in oranges and purples. Box hedging as neat as a newly cut fringe ensures my cover from the estate. She must either love gardening herself or pay a fortune for someone to keep it so pristine. As someone who has grown vegetables from seed and tended to them like an expectant mother, I hesitate before I put on the rubber gloves. Can I really do this? Are things really this bad? As I consider past events I feel my jaw clench and my teeth grind. She deserves everything she gets. I reach down, my fingers grip the neck of the plants and I lift and smash them onto the path where the soil parts from the roots and spills out like spewed guts. I’m horrified to feel a grin that I cannot stop form from my lips. I carry on, full of energy, until the bedding plants are no more and the piled up soil resembles a grave of the newly buried. I move onto her dustbin, retrieve a bag of food waste and push it through the letterbox imagining the smell on her return, putrid and decaying.
I open my bag, fixed together only with one stud, extract the weedkiller and pour it over the meticulous green lawn. I try and dribble it to spell out the word bitch. A few days and hopefully yellowing dead patches will reveal my handiwork. I re-check that no-one watches me as I move around the back of the house, take a screwdriver from the front pocket of the bag and use it to disable the security light in order to prevent its on and off SOS. Pre-dawn light allows me to write WHORE in carefully disguised font across her white PVC door. For my finale I empty fake vomit out of a plastic container over her patio furniture. I silently thank the person who posted the recipe on Pinterest.
Back in the driving seat, I punch a fist in the air before I burst into tears. I turn down the visor and peer at my reflection within its mirror, seeing the reasonably happily married woman turned revenge seeking missile. Ground down and exposed to my rawest state, if you looked closely you’d see every part of me, each individual cell, be able to look within the membrane to the protoplasm. See what’s underneath …
Andie M. Long is a bonkers mother of one, who spends most of her time when not working as a Research Administrator/Medical Secretary on Facebook. She has a long suffering partner.
Author of the erotic novel The Alphabet Game and drama/suspense Underneath,
she has several published short stories and poems; including an upcoming release for Cracked Eye. Andie has a regular blog at www.wordbohemia.com, ‘The Emergence of the Invisible Writer.’
Andie will be signing at Orchard Book Event, Peterborough, UK in March 2015, Tattooed Bad Boys Event, York, UK April 2015, Dublin July 2015 and Silver City Signing, Aberdeen, August 2015. For details keep in touch at www.facebook.com/andiemlongwriter
The Vampire’s Partner
Publication Date: September 29, 2014
Also in this series: Her Vampire’s Promise
Central City, book 2
With Panthera Laboratories running again The Vampire Guard has no choice but to return to Central
City. Pretending to be lovers Hunter and Alice are sent in to do reconnaissance. But pretending to be
something they both wish was real proves harder than they expect.
All logical thought tells Alice there’s no reason to mix business with pleasure unless you’re looking for a
problem. Like every other girl who notices Hunter, she fantasizes about him. But becoming a member
of his haram is not one of her life goals, neither is being forced to return to a life on the street. If there’s
one sure-fire way of jeopardizing her career with The Guard and losing everything she’s worked so hard
to attain, it’s by sleeping with her partner. The only problem is she can’t get her heart to believe logic or
What is happening to Hunter? Is he losing his touch—his vampire touch? In all his years Hunter has
never encountered anyone who could resist his vampire influence. Not until Alice. She’s also the only
human to ever best him in a sparring match, but that was beginners luck and had nothing to do with
the fact that he couldn’t stop thinking of how he wished she would see him as more than just a partner
at work. No woman has ever awakened these feelings and no woman has ever denied him. He’ll do
anything to persuade her to be his partner for life, love and eternity.
About the Author
Jordan loves vampires. But if you know anything about Jordan, you already knew that detail. What you
didn’t know was it wasn’t long ago that she began writing about them.
A few years back Jordan received a copy of Twilight from her husband as part of her anniversary gift.
By the end of that week she’d read the entire series and moved onto Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles.
Eight weeks and eighteen vampire books later the idea for her first book, Perpetual Light came to her
followed very quickly by Eva Prim.
In April of 2014 Prim & Proper, the second Eva Prim Novel released. Also available are The Demon
Mistress, the first Eva Prim Novel along with four short stories. For continual updates on Eva please join
the Snack Of The Week Club at http://www.evaprim.com.
In August of 2014 Jordan released the first novella in the Romance In Central City Series, Her Vampire’s
Promise. Novella two, The Vampire’s Partner follows in September and A Vampire’s Passion is the
October Release. Novella four, His Vampire Past is set for a November release.
Jordan is a member of the national Romance Writers of America organization and several chapters.
When she’s not writing about one vampire or another Jordan enjoys spending time with her husband,
Ken and their lovable Labrador, Dino on the beautiful beaches of New England.
Wild Girls Rule
Publication Date: September 29, 2014
Wild girls get what they want…
After moving to New York City, Hailey Thompson lands a job as the assistant to her older brother’s best
friend – and her childhood crush – Andrew Everly. Seeing Andrew again both thrills and terrifies her. The
lighthearted boy she remembers has grown into an impossibly handsome man, but he’s also become a
cold and ruthless businessman.
When Andrew agrees to hire Hailey as a favor to his childhood friend, he still thinks of her as the fresh-
faced girl that he knew growing up. On the contrary, she’s all woman. Temptation in a short skirt. As
alluring as she is though, the little beauty is far too flighty for a man like him…not to mention that he’s
As Andrew secretly struggles with his self-control, Hailey does everything in her power to crack his rigid
façade. After being forced to spend a weekend away together on business, Andrew’s rigorously sculpted
mask of discipline begins to slip, and Hailey gladly takes advantage of the opportunity to educate him
in the ways of seduction. He can claim all he wants that he likes his women elegant and controlled, but
Hailey knows a dirty little secret…when it comes to matters of the heart, wild girls rule.
About the Author
Rosalie Lario is the author of the contemporary romance series, THE EVERLY BROTHERS, as well as
the paranormal romance series, DEMONS OF INFERNUM and THE FALLEN WARRIORS. Rosalie double
majored in Anthropology and Classics as an undergraduate student, and briefly considered becoming an
archaeologist before realizing they don’t actually live the life of Indiana Jones. So what was a classical
geek armed with a lot of useless knowledge to do? Become a lawyer, of course!
After attending law school in Florida, she practiced real estate law for several years before finally
admitting to herself that negotiating contracts wasn’t nearly as fun as dreaming up stories. When
not writing, you can find her on a boat somewhere along South Florida’s waterways, chasing down a
rainbow or pretending to be a pirate.
Two Roads (Gypsy Brothers), Book Six
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The sixth book in the #1 iBooks bestselling Gypsy Brothers series.
Juliette and Jase may be out of Dornan’s immediate reach, but as tensions rise, will they end up walking right into the enemy’s trap?
Can Juliette forgive Jase for his devastating betrayal, or will it destroy everything they’ve been fighting for?
Excerpt: Two Roads
He killed my father. I’m having his baby.
He killed my father. I’m having his baby.
Those two sentences are on repeat in my head, the agony of the rolling waves almost too much for me to bear.
And the agony of my nausea slams into me again with the violent rock of the waves that carry us to safer shores. I think. I hope.
But really, how safe am I? I’m suddenly questioning everything, stuck in a vortex of swirling paranoia and doubt. Is Jase on Dornan’s side? He killed my father. He didn’t even try to deny it.
I can’t believe it, I can’t accept it, and I just wish I could think straight for five fucking minutes. I wish I didn’t feel like this. I’ve left one prison, the one Dornan constructed for me, only to be trapped in one of my own making. The one in my mind that goes over and over and over again.
I’m curled as tight as I can get into a ball on a bed in the main cabin of the boat. We must be going pretty fast, or be in some crazy swell, because I swear if the boat tilted a little more, it’d capsize.
The door is closed. I made Elliot promise he wouldn’t let Jase come in here. I’m going to have to face him eventually, but I just can’t face him now. I don’t want to hear his excuses, if he even has any. He killed my father.
I’ve never been afraid of drowning before, but right now, I’m terrified. Drowning in this ship. Drowning in lies and in blood. Drowning in my own treacherous deceit. For so long, I’ve had only one goal – to destroy Dornan. I was too busy focusing on his suffering to notice or care about my own, and now, I feel so damned broken. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to feel normal again.
In fact, come to think of it, I don’t even know what normal is.
I jump as a warm hand touches my shoulder.
“Hey,” a low voice murmurs beside me.
I turn over to see Elliot lying beside me, his pose mirroring mine. I can see water lashing against the small round window that looks out to the cruel sea we travel within.
“You’re shaking,” Elliot says, frowning as he reaches out a hand to me. Without thinking, I shrink back, an automatic response after three months of Dornan’s psychotic hands being the only ones to reach for me. Elliot’s face crumples into something resembling sadness—despair—as he reaches out to me again, slower this time, and pushes my lank hair back from my face.
Am I even here? I’m not sure. This could all be a dream. An elaborate, drug-induced hallucination. The thought makes me reel. Am I out? Or am I still in the basement? Is Elliot in front of me, or is it Dornan?
I scramble away from Elliot, clambering off the bed and backing up to the far end of the tiny room. Behind me, waves pound violently into the thick glass porthole, the only thing separating us from the deadly currents beyond. The movement of the waves catches my attention and I turn, mesmerized, as I press a trembling palm up to the freezing cold glass.
Am I here? Am I alive?
A nudge in my stomach, nothing more than a flutter really, propels me back to sanity.
Yes. I am here. I am here, while Elliot hovers behind me, and Jase and Luis are somewhere beyond the door that keeps me safe in this room.
And I am carrying a baby inside me. A baby that should never have existed.
And I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a terrible thing.
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About the Author:
Lili Saint Germain
Lili writes dark romance, suspense and paranormal stories. Her serial novel, Seven Sons, was released in early 2014, with the following books in the series to be released in quick succession. Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her gorgeous husband and beautiful daughter, good coffee, Tarantino movies and spending hours on Pinterest.
She loves to read almost as much as she loves to write.
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