Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Friday, May 16, 2014
After Tenley's sudden departure, tattoo artist Hayden Stryker finds himself rapidly sliding back into a similar level of agony he knew right after his parents were murdered. Barely able to function during the days, his nights weren't much better, not getting proper sleep because of the increasing number of recurrent nightmares mixing buried memories with present fears. Fear and anger over Tenley's lack of communication are in constant battle and it isn't until Tenley suddenly returns that the fears are somewhat appeased, but the anger still lingers.
Tenley Page told herself she had unfished business she had to tend to, but ultimately had to admit she was running away. Afraid to make herself as vulnerable as she felt around Hayden, she simply took the excuse and ran. It didn't take her long to settle her affairs or to realize that running away served no purpose. The damage was done. Her heart was already his and now guilt over what she had put him through by leaving made her turn around as fast as she could.
The damage done would not be an easy fix. Not for two people as emotionally broken as Hayden and Tenley. Both scarred by traumatic events in their past and both barely coping with every day life. But with Tenley's recent drive for resolution, she has gained strength, enough to support Hayden through some difficult steps in facing some hard truths surrounding his parents' deaths.
With clarity comes closure, and despite their initial fragile emotional states, both Hayden and Tenley manage to help each other gather the pieces needed to make themselves whole.
*****
So friggin' beautiful....... it absolutely gives me shivers!!
Helena Hunting has the ability to create these main characters that for all intents and purposes should be crippled by their traumatic pasts. And although they don't have the shiniest of beginnings, there is a core of steel in both main characters that has brought them to a point where they first meet. A point where they already are more than coping, they are fighting to keep their feet under them, to work at putting distance between them and their dark memories. Clawing their way out.
Hayden seems to have plateaued at a point where he has been able to shed some initial destructive behaviour and has replaced most of that with a strong case of OCD, which he manages to limit to his own home environment mostly. He loosens up after initially meeting Tenley, then relapses when she disappears, but eventually finds fairly stable ground and although organisation continues to be a coping mechanism, it is no longer of as obsessive a nature as it was before. He learns to enjoy and love and feel deserving.
For Tenley the trauma was more recent and has the physical reminders, but her guilt may be of a more abstract nature, whereas Hayden's was perhaps more direct. Tenley also has some tangible things she is able to do, giving her the feeling that she is honoring the ones she has lost. It may be that which gives her that extra push toward forgiving herself. She has no doubts about wanting Hayden in her life, she just needs to prove it to him.
As for some of the outcome around the murder of Hayden's parents....... can I just say; I knew it!! I had a gut feeling! And I'll leave the rest up to you to read...... hehehe.
I am now anxiously awaiting CRACKS IN THE ARMOR, because I am not done with the crew of Inked Armor OR Helena Hunting!
✨An intensely vibrant, stormy and emotional healing.✨
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
“He’s fearless and ruthless. Soulless.”
As a flight attendant, Alana Bernal has had her share of suitors. She's also had more than her fair share of tragedy within her messed-up family. But what she hasn't had is love. Real, rip-your-heart-out, tear-your-clothes-off, all-consuming love.
At least that was the case until she met an American tourist, Derek Conway, a ripped ex-soldier with steely eyes and a commanding presence.
What started as a chance encounter between the two in Puerto Vallarta, a weekend full of hot sex and mindless passion, has led to something more.
Something deadly.
Because Derek isn't the type of man to fall in love. He's not a man who sticks around.
And he's definitely not in Mexico on vacation.
Derek is a mercenary, a killer-for-hire, a man who does the ugly jobs for the highest bidder.
Unfortunately for Alana and Derek, the highest bidder has the power to destroy whatever worlds they have created for themselves.
The highest bidder can destroy everything.
*This is a romantic suspense book, #2 in the Dirty Angels trilogy but can be read as a standalone novel*
As a flight attendant, Alana Bernal has had her share of suitors. She's also had more than her fair share of tragedy within her messed-up family. But what she hasn't had is love. Real, rip-your-heart-out, tear-your-clothes-off, all-consuming love.
At least that was the case until she met an American tourist, Derek Conway, a ripped ex-soldier with steely eyes and a commanding presence.
What started as a chance encounter between the two in Puerto Vallarta, a weekend full of hot sex and mindless passion, has led to something more.
Something deadly.
Because Derek isn't the type of man to fall in love. He's not a man who sticks around.
And he's definitely not in Mexico on vacation.
Derek is a mercenary, a killer-for-hire, a man who does the ugly jobs for the highest bidder.
Unfortunately for Alana and Derek, the highest bidder has the power to destroy whatever worlds they have created for themselves.
The highest bidder can destroy everything.
*This is a romantic suspense book, #2 in the Dirty Angels trilogy but can be read as a standalone novel*
Daisy
I try to pull my hand from Preach’s. ”I’m gonna go sit with Grams.”
Not letting me go, he says, “No. You’re staying with me.”
With that, he pulls away and leads me to the bar.
My anger starts to boil, and I can’t hold it in any longer. “Why, so you can show me off to the rest of these guys?”
He finally stops walking and looks down at me. “What are you talking about?”
“You told that guy he had to wait until my birthday to claim me.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” he asks again, sounding confused.
Using my free hand to motion behind me, I repeat his words. “She’s only seventeen. Gotta wait ‘til her birthday to brand her. I can’t believe you’d think that I’d ever be okay with some random man branding me!”
He stares at me for a long minute while he processes my words, fighting a smile the entire time. “Daisy, I promise you that dickhead and none of his brothers are ever gonna claim you. Before long, you’re gonna belong to a Renegade Son. I guarantee you that.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, shocked that again he’s assuming that I will let someone claim me.
He finally lets the smile take shape as he leans down to whisper in my ear. “You’ll be finding out soon.”
He straightens and continues walking through the clubhouse. He leads me around the room by my hand, talking to one man after another along the way, but the only thing I really noticed was that each time Preach would introduce me to someone, he would loosely wrap his arms around me. I swear he was staking his claim to everyone inside of the club, wordlessly announcing to the world that I’m his. By the time we make it to the table where my Grams is sitting, I am beyond confused and horny as hell. What’s going on? He can’t want me, can he? Lord, I hope he does.
Renegade reject
Daisy “Little Flower” Anderson has lived her entire life on the sidelines of the Renegade Sons MC. Her father is a member, and her mother a club whore turned old lady. Not wanting to follow their footsteps, she chose a different path; one that keeps her close to the biker family she loves, but out of the club. Struggling to keep it together, she never thought she would have anything of her own, until she met Preach. He is everything she swore she didn't want in life.
One night of passion leads to unexpected consequences, and she knows, now more than ever, it’s time to move forward.
Garrett “Preach” Austin lived his life caught in his father’s iron fist. He never thought he would want anything more than freedom from his past, until he met his “Little Flower”. She shows him there is more to life than pain. Preach has a secret; one that forces him to choose between Daisy and his brothers. Even though he loves Daisy, the Renegade Sons are the only true family he has. He knows he can’t have her, yet he can’t let her go.
When Daisy moves on, Preach realizes what he’s lost. Can he prove that he’s the man for her, or is he too late?
One night of passion leads to unexpected consequences, and she knows, now more than ever, it’s time to move forward.
Garrett “Preach” Austin lived his life caught in his father’s iron fist. He never thought he would want anything more than freedom from his past, until he met his “Little Flower”. She shows him there is more to life than pain. Preach has a secret; one that forces him to choose between Daisy and his brothers. Even though he loves Daisy, the Renegade Sons are the only true family he has. He knows he can’t have her, yet he can’t let her go.
When Daisy moves on, Preach realizes what he’s lost. Can he prove that he’s the man for her, or is he too late?
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Date Night by R C Matthews Review
Amazing, Funny, Something you could actually see happening.
I'm seriously going to brief this because you really just need to read.
Jordan & Jared are brother and sister who lost their dad unexpectedly. J.T and his brother Derek lost both their parents and J.T was forced to raise his younger brother plus put himself through collage. The only family they had now was Jared & Jordan's mom and the infamous grannie.
Grannie had been diagnosed with an aggressive cancer and had told Jordan that she really wanted to see her married before she passed so she signed her up for a dating service where she met a guy twice a week at the restaurant that JT worked at so that he could keep an eye on her. Long story short it was grannie's way of getting Jordan & JT to spend time together in hopes they would fall in love. I'm not going any further because you really need to read this book and experience the events as they happen.
Wonderful love story just like you really want.
Thursday, May 1, 2014
Who is he?
Dean Chase.
He loves the thrill. He loves the women. And above all, he loves the chase.
The one thing he doesn’t love is being tied down by a woman. To him, once the chase is over, it’s time to pull up his boxers and move on to the next target.
But then he meets Blair Parker.
Blair is unlike any of the women under Dean’s belt. She’s confident, mysterious, and sassy. In Dean’s world, she’s the wicked curved ball he couldn’t figure out. She’s the first woman who always seems to be out of reach no matter how hard he chases. So when it comes to Blair, Dean couldn’t move on.
Will Dean be able to change his ways and chase Blair down in order to make her the 736th notch on his belt? Or will chasing after Blair become Dean’s undoing and end his love of the chase once and for all.
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Hotheaded succubus Willow Bellum doesn’t take kindly to being given to the Alpha of the shapeshifters. When the will from her dead father puts Willow under the Alpha’s protection, she runs. Yet no matter how hard or fast she runs, he always seems to catch her. And with each stolen moment together, Willow finds herself relenting to his quick smile and passionate kisses more and more.
When the Alpha finally captures his feisty succubus, he proceeds with a full-on seduction meant to weaken her defenses. Alpha Lyonis Keelan hasn’t made his way to position of Alpha lightly and Willow’s defiance to his touch only makes him more determined to win her. Because whether she wants it or not, Willow is his mate and he plans to keep her no matter what.
As their love struggles to take hold, an ancient demon stalks Willow. Unable to rest until it sees her dead, Willow and Lyonis must stand together or risk losing everything.
- See more at: http://www.tagrey.com/pages/BEL/book2.php#sthash.IdP7ABSz.dpuf
Only one house has separated McKenzie Baker and twins, Luke and Olivia Harris, since birth. After seventeen years of wearing a path across the neighbor’s yard, Luke and McKenzie realize their friendship evolved and deepened even before they had fully learned what romantic feelings meant.
Both have flashbacks often, revisiting the tender, emotional moments that strengthened their bond since the age of five. However, Luke’s twin, Olivia, doesn’t share in their happiness, worrying the new relationship will change the ones she has with her best friend and brother. This disapproval quickly tests Luke and McKenzie’s intense love for one another.
Luke’s life has been mapped out for him since birth, with a sports scholarship hanging in the balance. He and McKenzie think their future together is finally on track, when they are struck with a much more serious dilemma.
During difficult times and a devastating accident, a bond between a brother and sister shines through, and Luke and McKenzie’s profound connection is undeniable. This story takes you on a journey of heartache and joy, leaving the belief that extraordinary love exists, and some hearts are destined to attach.
McKenzie
“Back to earth, Kenzie,” Luke says.
I glance up, and he’s smiling at me.
“Huh?” Why does he have to appear hotter daily?
“I often wonder where your mind wanders off to. Can you take mine with you? I’d prefer it over thinking about all the bullshit that goes on around here.”
“Please, what bullshit do you have to deal with?” Liv asks.
“Oh, I don’t know, Liv. How about all the people who are on my ass daily to make sure I keep my shit together? I’m not the only kid in this house. Someone else I know needs to have the heat put on them for a while.” He glances up long enough to glare at her.
“Poor, Luke. You’re the most popular guy at school because of how good you are at sports. I have a hard time feeling sorry for you.”
“I didn’t ask for your sympathy. What’s your deal, anyway?”
Liv pushes forward, signaling she wants up, so I raise to a sitting position and cross my legs. I’m now at Luke’s feet.
“I have to listen to girls talk about you daily. They’re always using me to get to you, and I’m sorry if that becomes tiresome for me.
“You need to date one of them already. I’m going to see if Mom needs help with dinner.” Liv is off the bed in seconds, flipping her long, dark hair before she goes out the door.
Luke shuts his magazine and launches it across the room. “How have we managed to put up with her all these years?”
“Give her a break. She lives in your shadow, and it wasn’t like that before high school.”
“You’re too nice, Kenzie.”
It’s always awkward when he gives me compliments. I flip my hair, like Liv often does, and look up to the ceiling. She’s as prissy as it gets.
“It’s a gift. I can’t help it.”
He chuckles before his gaze averts to the other side of the room. “Um, I heard Stewart asked you out.”
“Yeah, he did.” My long hair is everywhere now, so I attempt to pull sections to their proper places.
“Well, did you say yes?”
“I told him I wanted to think about it.”
Luke nods his head thoughtfully but still doesn’t look at me.
“So you like him?”
“I don’t know. He’s cute and has always been nice to me. I thought I’d see how he is at school, when we start next week. Do you think he’s only looking for one thing?”
Finally, Luke’s eyes meet mine. “If you go by Stew’s history, then I’d say yes, but I’ll deny I told you that.”
“Maybe it’s time I did it.”
Luke pulls away from his wall and sits straight up.
“You’re considering having sex with him?” he asks, sounding surprised.
“Not him, necessarily. I meant that maybe it’s time period.”
Luke covers his ears. “This conversation is done. If you start doing it, then that means Liv is or will be shortly thereafter, and then I’ll have to kill someone.”
Grinning, I stare at his handsome face. “It’s adorable when you get protective of your sister.”
“You’re calling me adorable? How girly is that? I think it’stickle time.”
Luke
McKenzie is only in a tank top and shorts since it’s August, so it takes only a second to get to her armpits. I tickle her there before moving to her waist. She falls back on my bed and attempts to pull her knees up.
It’s her signature move, but I’m on to her tactics, so I put my left arm across her thighs as she begins to bring up her legs. She works to remove my right hand from her waist, giving me no choice but to bring her wrists together and wrap my hand around them.
Moving them above her head, I hold them there snugly, but this causes me to fall over on top of her. I’m struggling to keep her legs down when it hits me that my left arm is stuck between us, somewhat across her … you know and her smooth thighs.
Ah shit. Now that we’re older, it’s different when I tickle her. I mean, her body keeps changing. Kenzie is still laughing and breathing heavily. I stop moving, so she slowly does, too. Trying to get her breath, she turns her head to cough before swinging it back and looking at me.
Her light brown hair that’s woven with golden strands is pretty, and blue eyes that I swear couldn’t get any lighter gaze up at me. Will the day come when she stops getting prettier?
“You’ve figured me out. I need new moves,” she says, appearing nervous.
I can’t stop staring into her eyes. It’s been a long time since I’ve been this close to them. I feel her breath on my face, her body pinned beneath me, and I want to cover her mouth with mine. Why the hell is this happening again? I buried that feeling a year and a half ago. Well, I tried to, anyway.
It’s dark.
I love it with the lights off. She insisted on teasing me this way. My arms are tied behind me; my naked body bound to a chair. Goose bumps prickle my flesh as she softly blows on my hard cock, almost breaking my willpower. Her lips are so close, yet not close enough. I insist on teasing her this way.
“Na ah, not yet, baby.”
She tilts her head up, her blond hair cascading over her shoulders as her eyes lock with mine. They’re intense; desperate. She’s silently begging me with her eyes; asking me to let her touch me already. I’m used to this. She needs to learn that when you’re in my house we play by my rules. “Slade,” she whimpers. “Come on already.”
“Look down, baby.” She tilts her head back down and runs her tongue over her lips as she eagerly looks at my cock; no doubt imagining what it tastes like in her mouth. “That’s it. Don’t move.”
I lift my hips, bringing the tip of my head to brush her lips. “You want me in your mouth?”
She nods her head and lets out a sound between a moan and a growl. Damn, it’s such a turn on.
“How bad do you want it? I want to fucking hear it?”
Her nails dig into my thighs as she growls in aggravation, “More than anything. I fucking want it so just give it to me, dammit. You already know how bad I want it.”
A deep laugh rumbles in my throat as she scratches her nails down my legs in an attempt to hurt me. What she doesn’t realize is that I welcome the pain. I get off on it.
“Is that all you got, pussycat?” I tease. “If you want my cock, you’re going to have to do better than that.”
She looks angry now; determined. Standing up, she points a finger in my chest. “You’re the one tied up. This is supposed to be my game. Why do you have to torture me and make me wait?”
Biting my bottom lip, I nod for her to move closer to me. When she gets close to my face, I stick my tongue out and run it over her lips, causing her to tremble as I taste her. “Show. Me. How. Much. You. Want. Me.”
Straddling me, she screams and slaps me hard across the face before yanking my head back by my hair. If I could get any harder, I would.
Fuck me.
“Now, that’s what I’m talking about.” I press my stiff cock against her ass, showing her just how turned on I am. Then I look her in the eye. “Show me what you can do with your mouth. First impression is always the most important.”
A mischievous smile spreads across her face as she slithers her way off my lap and down between my legs. Gripping my thighs in her hands, she runs her tongue over the tip of my dick before suctioning it into her mouth. It hits the back of her throat, causing her to gag. She doesn’t care; completely uninhibited. She just shoves it deeper.
Fuck yeah.
I moan as she swirls her tongue around my shaft while sucking at the same time. It feels fucking fantastic. “I told you it’s worth the wait, baby. Just wait until I get inside you. It feels better than it tastes.”
She pulls back and licks her lips. “Then why don’t you show me. My pussy has never been so wet.” She stands up and bends over in front of me, exposing her wet lips. I can see the moisture glistening from here; beckoning to suck me inside. She smiles as she runs her fingers over the folds as if she’s teasing me; testing me. “You like that?” She asks seductively, tantalizing me. “You want this tight little pussy all for yourself, you greedy little bastard?”
I nod, playing into her little game. She seems to think she’s in charge.
“Well, come and get it.” She inserts her fingers into her mouth and sucks them clean, before shoving them into her entrance, fucking me with her eyes. Her ass moves up and down in perfect rhythm as she purrs. “I’m waiting.” She shoves her fingers deeper. “I want to see those muscles flexing as you ram into me. I want you to…”
Well you won’t be waiting for long.
Breaking free from my restraints, I stand up, grab her hips and flip her around before slamming her back up against the wall. “What were you saying, baby?” I growl into her ear. I grip both of her ass cheeks and lift her as she wraps her legs around my waist, squeezing. “I’m not sure you can handle what I have to offer.” I grip her face in my hand before leaning in and biting her bottom lip, roughly tugging. “You’re finally about to get what you’ve wanted. I just hope you don’t have shit to do for the next few days because this might get a little rough. Last time to make your escape, because once I start there’s no stopping until you’re screaming my name loud; so loud it fucking hurts my ears.” I search her eyes waiting to see if she’s changed her mind; nothing but raw heat and lust. She still wants it. She’s brave. No girl walks into my bed and walks out unscathed. So, she’ll get it. I lift an eyebrow. “Okay, then.”
I take wide strides across the room to my king-sized bed and toss her atop the mattress. Before she can blink, I am between her thighs, spreading them wide for me. I run my tongue up her smooth flesh, stopping at intersection of her thighs and clean shaven pussy. “You ready for me to make you cum without even touching you?”
I begin blowing my cool breath across her swollen, wet pussy. She thrusts her hips up; no doubt her hungry little pussy wanting more and just as I’m about to show her my skills, there’s a knock at the damn door.
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AUTHOR BIO:
Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion.
She lives for a good romance book with tattooed bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she’s not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorites shows such as Sons Of Anarchy, Dexter and True Blood.
She is the author of Wake Up Call and This Regret and is currently working on more releases for 2014.
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Monday, April 28, 2014
All about Jessica
Bestselling author Jessica Wood is a hopeless romantic at heart. She currently lives in San Francisco, a city that she loves. To her, there's something seductively romantic about the Golden Gate Bridge, the steep rolling hills of the city streets, the cable cars, and the Victorian-style architecture.
She loves traveling internationally, baking and cooking like they're competitive sports, making ceramics, and watching tons of TV. And it goes without saying, she loves books--they're like old and dear friends who have always been there to make her laugh and make her cry.
Friday, April 25, 2014
Meet the Authors of Crimson Midnight
Author Info:
Amos Cassidy - a team of two from the UK. Amos is a 29 year old Diva and Cassidy a 36 year old mum of three.
Aside from a passion for writing and a love of reading they also share an addiction to coffee, love anything Joss Whedon and are constantly playing tug of war over Jensen Ackles.
They have been writing together for four years and have two series - The Crimson Series (three books so far) and The Rain Series (one book so far with the second coming soon).
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Author Stalker Links:
Amos Cassidy Blog | Crimson Series Blog | JakePendragon Chronicles Blog | Facebook | Twitter |Youtube | Goodreads
Crimson Midnight Review
I received this ARC for honest review
This book was very well written.
Amazing! I wish I could just tell you that and it would be enough to convince you to read it.
Rose is a strong saucy woman that after being attacked took control of her life. Coming home one day she found her boy friend in the bed having "relations" with another woman which only made her eager to move to London to start fresh. If she only knew just what a fresh start she was going to get.
This book contains lots if characters and all kinds of awesome events take place. It's a must read if your into wolves, vampires, witches, warlocks and lots of other paranormal people. The end was not like I wanted at all and I'm in hopes there is a book 2.
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Seriously amazing. A must read
I have just finished this new book from JJ Knight and I have to say she has simply sucked me in again. Get words seem to flow so easily that you can't put the book down and she leaves you wanting more.
5 Star rating from me.
~Sex Kitten~
Friday, April 11, 2014
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
I talk like a trucker, drink like a sailor, and used to strip. I don't take crap from anyone. I've knocked a few men out when they couldn't keep their hands to themself. Strippers are like any other woman. We all have dreams of a better life and plenty of sexual fantasies. Using my 'assets' I got my better life. Now happily married to a wonderful man, I've turned my fantasies into books. I hope you enjoy my kinky side!
Love, Veronica
Sighing, I place my glasses on the desk before me. Glancing at the clock, it’s only eight pm. I still have another hour before I can close up here, go home, curl up with some wine and a Channing Tatum flick. The book I’m reading is getting real steamy and I don’t want to read it here. I want to be home, in my bath tub with my Form 6 G3. The toy is an invention of heaven. Fiddling with the nameplate on my desk, I trace the letters with my fingers. I could be naughty and bring it to work with me one day. This makes me smile to myself.
Head Librarian, Lissette Banning
Yes, that’s me. A thirty year old, lonely librarian. I loved books growing up so much that I got spent a lot of money on an education about them. Now I run the library public library here in Canadaigua, NY all by myself. From the time it opens in the morning, until it closes at night. Nine to nine. Some would think its hard working twelve hour days, five days a week. I don’t mind though. It’s not like I have a life. I never head over to the slopes to ski, I don’t partake in wine tours. Some people laugh and find it funny that I live in Wine Country and don’t do the tours. Why would I when it’s only me? For someone like me who spends years with their nose in a book, you end up missing so much that goes on around you. This, I’ve learned the hard way for myself.
Pushing the current romance novel away from me, I slide my glasses back on my face. It’s not like anyone comes in after six at night anyways, but who knows. There could be some college student needing late night studying or help with a term paper. I don’t mind missing out on night life. It’s not like I date. I don’t have many friends other than the people who come in here to read or talk about books. I don’t go out to dinner and the last boyfriend I had was in my first year of college. Unlike the amazing romantic erotica I read now, the sex wasn’t that great and I’ve had nothing to compare it with since except myself. I’m not a lesbian or anything, but I just don’t see the point in wasting time with a man who can’t please me like I can. A good book, a good vibrator and that’s all I’ve ever needed.
Monday, April 7, 2014
Monday, March 31, 2014
The Agreement
by Amazon Top 10 Bestseller S.E. Lund
Belong to You
by New York Times & USA Today Bestseller Vi Keeland
Gemini
by Amazon Top 10 Bestseller Penelope Ward
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Wreck Me
by USA Today Bestseller J.L. Mac
Searching for Moore
by Barnes & Noble Top 10 Bestseller Julie Richman
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The Future of Our Past
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