Monday, February 23, 2009

One Touch One Glance Receives 5 Cups At Coffeetime!

Check out what Coffeetime had to say about this awesome romance anthology I am proud to be part of. available at

Altogether this compilation is an outstanding mixture of all the various ways love will find a way. I was enthralled from the very beginning and read all of the stories in one sitting. All of the authors should be proud of the magical stories they wrote. The wonderful combination of the various stories makes them a complete dossier on the subject of love.

Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance and More

Here is what she had to say about my story, Musician's Monsoon:

Sophie is an orchestra and choir teacher who has an unusual need to listen to heavy metal music in her off time. Zane Blake is the keyboardist and song writer for Shadow's Rising, but he has lost the music. Standing on stage, just when he finds his muse, a crazy chick flies out of the audience and pile drives him to the stage. True love comes from the strangest circumstances.

More than once during this story, I found myself laughing out loud. I struggled for control of myself in order to continue. Brieanna Robertson writes with an incredible sense of humor that brought me great joy. While reading her story about the rock star that fell for an orchestra teacher, I wanted to rush to see what happened to these star-crossed lovers.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Does Chivalry Still Exist?

Of course it does!

Take a trip back in time in my newest release:

Serendipity Book 4: Paladin

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What could be weirder than a
tattoo artist who spends his summers pretending to be a medieval knight? How about a tattoo artist who spends his summers pretending to be a medieval knight handing out ultimatums in a bathroom stall? That's the situation Cadence finds herself in after fleeing from her overprotective brother in an attempt to make him see that she is an adult and capable of living her own life. Too bad he tracked her down like a stalker… And too bad she laughed at sexy Talis when he told her what he did for a living… And too bad she ran into the men's room to hide when her brother came after her.

Now, in order to stay hidden, she has to agree to travel with a roguish band of bizarre men as Talis's squire for the summer. Not only does she think it's absolutely ridiculous, but the way her blood burns around Talis sends off all of her warning signals. What is it about the calm, composed, devilish man that makes her want to tame her reckless existence and find out what stability is like? More importantly, can Cadence stop her pattern of self destruction, or will she miss out on the chance to win the heart of her very own paladin knight?


"I'm seriously going to burn," Tawny said as she slathered sunscreen across her shoulders.

Cadence giggled. "This was your idea."

"Yeah, I know. I just think I'm stupid sometimes. `Sure, let's go down to the river in the middle of the day when it's a million degrees outside.'"

Cadence wrinkled her nose as her friend made fun of herself. "Come on, we're having fun. If we burn, we burn. At least it's cool in the water."

"Yeah, no kidding. Hey, I have to pee. Come over to the bathrooms with me."

Cadence rolled her eyes, never having understood that whole go to the bathroom in pairs thing. She stood, followed her friend over to the restrooms, and waited outside. It really was about a million degrees. Especially considering it was only late April. It was going to be a horrid summer. She sighed and leaned up against the wall, watching the group of guys down by the shore. She'd been watching them discreetly for most of the day, but that was greatly due to the fact that one of them had long hair down past his shoulders and another one of them was shirtless and had more tattoos than she could count. He had two full sleeves and had many more across his shoulders and chest. It was too bad she and Tawny were swimming so far away. She wouldn't mind getting a closer look…except she couldn't see the tattooed man now. He must have gone somewhere else.

She tore her gaze away from the men and it trailed over to the highway where a familiar-looking white Hummer was making its way towards the recreation area they were all at. Her eyes widened in horror. Lance! Holy crap, the man knew no shame! He was actually searching for her like she was a fugitive. It was insane! She refused to go back to being his prisoner. One of these days he was going to have to learn that what she did with her life was up to her and no amount of holding her hostage was going to change that.

She turned to seek refuge in the women`s room, but Lance would probably just send Rochelle in to look for her. She was pretty sure that the only reason Lance was searching for her in this area anyway was because Rochelle hadn't been able to keep the secret from him. She didn't blame her. She was Lance's wife. Her first loyalty was to him.

As the Hummer neared and she ran out of options, she flung open the door to the men's room and ran for the nearest stall. It wouldn't be as easy to find her in there. She didn't think Lance was bold enough to go peeking under stalls.

She yanked the stall door open and closed it quickly behind her, peering out of the crack to watch the door.

"May I help you?" a deep voice drawled.

Cadence screamed. She spun and found herself staring straight at the tattooed chest of that man she had been watching all day. She blinked in bewilderment. Not only was he tattooed, but he was…well, ripped was a good word. She forced her eyes away from his six pack and all of his ink and looked up at his face. She frowned in confusion. "Silly medieval tattoo artist?" she questioned, recognizing him from the Bleeding Passion concert.

The man winced and rubbed at his ear as if her shrill scream had pierced his brain. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the rude roadie," he grumbled. "What a pleasant surprise." His blue-eyed gaze raked over her body for a second before returning to her face.

Cadence crossed her arms over the green top of her two-piece swimsuit and scowled. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was going to the bathroom," he replied. "That's generally what one tends to do when they're in a stall. Guess I'm just lucky to get the stall with the busted lock." He folded his arms, mirroring her posture, and gave her a questioning look. "So, do you make it a practice to just chill in the men's room, or—"

She rolled her eyes and turned back to peer out the crack in the door. "Don't be stupid. I'm not chilling. I'm hiding."

"Oh, so you make it a practice to hide in the men's room?" He snickered. "At least I was fortunate enough to have zipped my pants up before you came barreling in."

"Would you shut up?" she spat over her shoulder. "I'm trying to pay attention."

She saw him smirk out the corner of her eye and he leaned down so that his mouth was close to her ear. "Who are we hiding from?" he whispered.

"My brother."

"Ah…okay. And why are we hiding from your brother?"

"Because he's looking for me and I don't want him to know where I am. That good enough for you?" She shot him an irritated scowl. "And how dare you call me rude. I wasn't rude to you."

He snorted. "So, laughing in my face doesn't count as being rude?"

"When did I laugh in your face?"

He stood back. "Well, you asked me about renaissance faires, and when I told you about what I did in them, you laughed at me. Not to mention you just called me the `silly medieval tattoo artist.'"

She waved it away. "Oh, come on. It's not every day I meet someone who says they pretend to be a knight for a living. It was funny."

"Yeah, well I think it would be pretty funny if I hauled you out of this stall right now and threw you outside." He grasped her arm.

She gasped. "No, don't!" she cried. She looked up at him. "Please! I'm sorry I laughed at you, okay?"

He studied her eyes for a second and frowned. "Why are you so afraid of your brother?" he questioned.

She sighed. "I'm not afraid of him. I just don't want him to find me. He treats me like I'm a little kid and tries to run my life."


She sighed again in exasperation. "Because I was arrested last year."

He frowned. "For what?"

"I beat up a security guard."

His eyes widened in surprise. "You what?"

"It was self defense! He was sexually harassing me. I was let off, but Lance freaked out. Of course it was him who I called to bail me out of jail. I don't know why. He's been attached like a barnacle to me ever since."

He frowned as if mulling something over. "Wait, what? Lance? Who's Lance?"

"Lance Lawson. My brother."

"Lance Lawson!" His eyes bulged. "Lance Lawson is your brother?"

"Yes, and the fact that he's a mega star doesn't change the fact that he's an overprotective pain so just be quiet and let me hide, okay?"

Talis looked down at her and contemplated his choices. She was rude, had mocked him, and didn't seem necessarily sorry about it. It would be what she deserved to have him turn her over to her brother. On the other hand, it wasn't his place to interfere. He didn't know the situation and it would be wrong of him to just stick his nose in and act like he knew what was best… Or… He grinned devilishly and let his eyes study the beautiful tattoo across her shoulders. It was a dragon… An amazing green and yellow dragon breathing fire. So, she must have some appreciation for medieval mythology. "Why should I hide you?" he asked her. "You were rude to me. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't squeal on you."

She turned and looked at him again, as if she couldn`t believe he was actually thinking about giving her away. She rolled her eyes. "Man, I am never going to laugh at anyone ever again," she grumbled. She sighed. "Look, I'm sorry okay? It wasn't right for me to laugh at you. I'm an idiot sometimes. I don't think before I speak."

His lips quirked at the corners in amusement. She seemed sincere, but he was going to milk this for all it was worth. "Apology accepted, but not good enough."

She gave him a genuinely pained expression. "What is your name?" she asked.

He raised an eyebrow. "Talis."

"Please, Talis, you don't even understand. He's driving me crazy. I can't do anything without him asking me about it. He keeps tabs on me all the time like I'm his kid. I can't keep living my life like this. I'll go insane."

An idea was whirling around inside of Talis's mind. An absolutely absurd and reckless idea. He grinned. "I'll make a deal with you. I'll keep you hidden, but you have to be my squire for the rest of the summer."

Friday, December 19, 2008

There's Still Time to WIN!

Get in some last minute shopping!

Buy any of my titles and receive a free CD of music that helps inspire
my writing!

Go to:

or any other place that sells my work and email me the proof of purchase
at Everyone who buys, wins! Buy more than
one and I'll throw in a little extra. :)

Hurry! There isn't much of December left!

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Thursday Thirteen #1

All right, so I'm trying out this Thursday Thirteen thing that people keep telling me to do. I have no idea if I'm doing it right. I'm just flying by the seat of my pants. So, let's just get this show on the road, shall we?

(We'll start with something positive :)

#1. Writing. That one is a no brainer. As long as I'm writing, I'm pretty content.
#2. Music in all its forms... Except for whiny country, rap and Emo music that makes my ears bleed.
#3. The band Nightwish. Technically, this could fall into the "music" category, but I love them so much that they have a slot all of their own. Tuomas Holopainen (keyboard player, lyricist, composer) is the greatest inspiration I've ever had.
#4. Wine
#5. Italian food
#6. Lots and lots of kitty cats!
#7. San Francisco and the surrounding ocean. This is my favorite place and the best area for me to get inspiration.
#8. Traveling with my friends and having crazy adventures. Road trips are the best.
#9. The smells of woodsmoke and eucalyptus. They take me to my happy place.
#10. Having a day off when I can sit around my house and work on my writing with no interruptions and no time crunches.
#11. Laughing so hard my stomach hurts.
#12. Experiencing new things and meeting new people that enrich my life.
#13. Feeling accomplished in whatever I do.

All right, how did I do? Did I do it right? I hope so. I'm am now officially Thursday Thirteen de-virginized. lol ;p

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Why Love A Brooding Artist In A Gothic Mansion?

Because he's absolutely drool-worthy. :) Trust me, I mean this. If I had the ability to bring a character to life and marry him myself, Traevyn Whitelaw would be mine. lol.

Dark Masterpiece
Received 5 Stars at Manic Readers!

By six o'clock Evie was tired, but pleasantly so. She had spent the entire day strolling leisurely through the small town of Cambria shopping, drawing, relaxing. Every year she stopped to reflect on the day she had first started considering herself an artist. She thought of how far she had come, what she had accomplished and what her goals for the future were. It was her day.

She sighed as she walked up to Traevyn's door, wondering how he had fared with Seth all day. She was just reaching for the knob when the door swung open, and Traevyn stood before her in a black suit with a loose, black neck tie. It wasn't a formal tie, just one of those ones that resembled a modern day cravat. He looked stunning. Stunning in a way that made her make sure her mouth was closed for fear she might drool all over herself. "Geez," she breathed. "Where are you going?"

He smiled devilishly and offered her his arm. "Come with me."

She frowned, but obeyed and allowed him to lead her inside. She let out a little shout of surprise. Most of the furniture had been cleared out of the living room, and the dining room table had been brought in and set in the center of the room. The lights were dim and there was a candle in an amber holder on the table, which was set for two. A white tablecloth covered the top, and wine glasses were turned upside down next to cloth napkins held together with elegant napkin rings. The dark, medieval tapestries were gone from the walls and several Mediterranean paintings hung in their place. Italian music played softly in the background.

"What's this?" Evie murmured.

"Italy," Traevyn replied, "or the next best thing." He guided her over to the table and pulled a chair out for her. "I figured that, until I have the time to show you the real thing, this will have to do." He pushed the chair in as she sat and leaned over her. "Happy anniversary, Evie," he whispered in her ear.

She shivered at the feeling of his warm breath against her skin and stared at him in wonderment. "How did you know about that?"

He grinned and sat down across the table from her. "Seth told me."

Her eyebrows shot up. "I didn't even know he knew about that." She looked around again, dumbstruck. No one had ever given her such a thoughtful surprise. "This is incredible. Where's all the furniture?"

"In the kitchen and dining room."

"I feel so underdressed." She glanced down at her teal, hippie-style skirt and black tank top. She'd dressed for a casual day in an artsy, coastal town. She had even used a matching teal scarf as a headband. Sure, she imagined she looked okay, cute even, but Traevyn was dressed so upscale and she definitely didn't want to feel "cute" in the midst of all the splendor he had created.

Traevyn raked his eyes over her and smiled. "You look perfect, Evie."

She met his eyes, then looked down shyly. "Why did you do this?"

"An artist should always celebrate the birth of their creativity."

She turned her eyes back up to him and grinned.

Just then, Seth walked in from the kitchen wearing a white dress shirt, black slacks and a black bow tie with a white apron around his waist. His usually spiked blonde hair was slicked back and he had a bottle of white wine nestled in the crook of his elbow like he was carrying a child. In the crook of his other elbow, he held a bottle of red. "Good evening," he greeted.

Evie took once glance at him and burst out laughing. She covered her mouth and dissolved into giggles.

Seth kept a straight face. "Could I interest you in a glass of wine? We have our finest—" he looked down at the bottle of white "—Pe-nut griggio."

Evie had to bite down on her lip to keep from guffawing.

Seth looked at the bottle of red. "Or we have…" He glanced at the label and let
out a little huff. "Shy—razz."

Traevyn winced. "Give the lady a glass of white and me a glass of red," he

Seth filled both Evie and Traevyn's glasses. "I will be back shortly to take your order," he said suavely before sauntering back into the kitchen.

Evie glanced at Traevyn, who watched her with a smile on his lips. "That is fantastic," she said. "How did you get him to do that?"

"His idea," he replied.

She just stared at him. "Are you serious?"

He nodded and his lips turned up in a wry smile. "Guess I should have told him how to pronounce wine titles before I gave him the job."

She laughed. "Yeah, I've got to say, I've never heard of Peanut Griggio before."

Traevyn chuckled.

Evie shook her head. Despite his lack of finesse, her brother was really surprising her lately. She looked up as he came back into the room with a basket of bread and a dish of olive oil.

"Olive oil with garlic and rosemary," he announced.

Evie grinned so wide that she thought her face might split in half.

"All right, may I take your orders please? We have some excellent choices for you this evening. We have chicken marsala, chicken marsala, or may I suggest my favorite, the chicken marsala?"

Evie had to fight not to laugh in a very undignified manner. She resorted to a giggle instead. "Hmmm," she teased. "I think I'll take the chicken marsala."

Seth nodded. "Excellent choice. And for you, Sir?"

Traevyn was grinning more than Evie had ever seen as he nodded at Seth and replied that he wanted the same.

Seth nodded. "I'll bring that out shortly."

Traevyn glanced over at Evie as Seth disappeared again. "I think he's enjoying

She nodded. "It's scaring me a little. Please tell me he didn't do the cooking."

He made a face. "Lord, no. I wasn't looking to kill you tonight."

She giggled and met his eyes across the table. She sobered and shook her head slowly. "This is very overwhelming."

He shook his head. "Enjoy it, Evie. Seth told me you celebrated this every year alone because no one else understood. I understand. I wanted to celebrate with you."

She averted her eyes, fighting sudden tears. No one had ever validated her passion except for the deBoers and, even then, they only supported her and believed in her. Traevyn truly understood her.

He stood suddenly as a slow, Italian melody started to play and he offered her his hand. "Would you care to dance?"

Her breath hitched at the seductive note his voice carried. She knew he hadn't done it on purpose. His voice resonated sensuality all on its own, but that almost made her reaction to it even more powerful. She braved a look up at him and her mouth went dry. He was so amazingly elegant, even more so than usual. She had thought it before and it came roaring back to her like a tidal wave. Traevyn Whitelaw was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

She reached out slowly and placed her small hand in his, remembering the warmth of it from the night in the car. He smiled and led her out to an empty space on the floor, pulling her into his arms so that Evie had to close her eyes and remember how to breathe. She had tried to forget almost everything about the night they had been stranded. How she had kissed him on instinct, how having him sleep so close to her felt so right, how his touch made her heart beat in strange and erratic patterns. She had tried to write off all those things as being caught up in such an emotional moment, but they came flooding back to her at the warm contact of his body against hers.

"I wanted to thank you for the painting," Traevyn murmured.

She frowned in question.

"The one of mine that you finished."

"Oh…" She looked away, her face flaming. She had done that on impulse and had almost immediately thought it had been too bold. He had never said anything to her about it, which had been more than okay with her, but she had wondered what he had thought. She shook her head. "It was just—" She made a face. "It was nothing really."

He stopped dancing and lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes. "Nothing?" He shook his head. "Evie, it was everything."

She stared up at him and her eyes scanned his gorgeous face. They came to rest on his perfect lips and she realized that she wanted to kiss him very badly. That alarmed her. It was easy to deny feelings in normal, day to day life, but in a setting like this… When had she come to care for him so much? The realization that her affection for him was much deeper than she thought swamped her and she had to look away. What was the matter with her? Was she out of her mind? Like Traevyn Whitelaw would actually go for someone like her. His ex-wife had been a goddess. He had said so himself. Elegant and sophisticated. She was anything but elegant and sophisticated. She was loud and opinionated and definitely not goddess-like. Plus, he was almost ten years
older than her. He probably thought of her as a child. Was she completely stupid?


She looked up at Traevyn, who was frowning in concern.

"Evie, you're trembling." He ran both of his hands lightly across her shoulders
and down her arms.

Oh right, like that was going to make things better. "I—uh—" she stammered. "I

"Dinner is served," Seth announced, returning to the room.

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Sunday, December 14, 2008

Fall In Love With A Fantasy Hero

The weather is cold, there's tons of chocolate to eat every direction you turn.

Whether you celebrate the holidays or just endure the winter, one thing is for certain: Nothing could be better than wrapping up in a soft blanket with a warm beverage (with said chocolate, of course) and escaping into a different world for awhile.

What kind of fantasy hero is your preference? A strong warrior with a no-nonsense attitude and an alpha personality? A dark, solitary nobleman with a vendetta? Or maybe a caring, devoted protector? Whichever you prefer, my fantasy books have been getting a lot of praise lately. Why not check one of them out and see if one of my worlds intrigues you? ;)

Beyond Wild Imaginings:

This book was chosen as Best Book by the reviewers at LASR and won Best Book of the Week by LASR readers. It also received 4 angels from FAR and 4 stars from Manic Readers!

Kelly’s outlook on life is bleak. A bad car accident and having her boyfriend of three years walk out on her has left her anything but optimistic. The only comfort she has is her writing, but even her muse seems to be MIA. Her controlling sister’s driving her crazy and she keeps having strange dreams about a sexy, winged man that seems familiar to her.

A flock of rogue pigeons, a nursery rhyme, an unknown savior and one superstitious, metrosexual friend later, Kelly finds her entire life turned upside down. She’s plummeted head first into the extraordinary and suddenly finds herself saddled with a see-through imaginary man she had created when she was a child… Only she doesn’t remember him ever being so completely irresistible…

Kelly hadn’t planned on falling in love, especially with an imaginary being, but her heart had other ideas. Can she figure out a way to keep him, to prove that magic and fantasy can exist in real life? Or will he be torn from her forever by the self-centered world’s lack of belief?

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Warrior's Rise:

This book received 5 angels at FAR and 4 cups from CoffeeTime Romance!

Logan Savage is a man’s man. His idea of a good time has never included watching over and entertaining a bunch of kids at a summer camp. Especially when that camp happens to be full of kids with a love for mythology and medieval fantasy. In other words—a bunch of geeks. Unfortunately, in order to avoid a jail sentence for assaulting a cop, that’s exactly what he has to do. Head counselor and owner of the camp, Willow Avaris, is a nice surprise. Beautiful, fiery and sexy… Too bad she loathes his very existence. Plus, the kids are making his life a living nightmare. Could the summer get any worse?

Bravery and strength were things Logan always thought he had in spades, but as the summer goes on, and strange, surreal events take place around the camp, Logan is forced to look within himself and figure out what’s important to him. It’s safe to remain the self absorbed, shallow man he’s always been, but can he find the courage to reach inside and embrace the true warrior he was destined to become?

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Wings and Fire:

This book is one of my highest selling on fictionwise and received 4 stars at Manic Readers!

After coming home on military leave, Steele finds her sister on the brink of an arranged marriage to a nobleman said by the townspeople to be a fearsome warlock. Thrown into the chaotic affair against her will, Steele finds herself doing what she does best: having arguments with her prejudiced family and causing general disaccord as she stands up for what she believes in.

She's also lusting after her sister's betrothed.

Secrets are revealed and Steele takes matters into her own hands to protect the man who can set ablaze what no other has been able to touch--her heart.

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Friday, December 12, 2008

Better Than Chocolate Excerpt

Here's a little teaser excerpt for you ;)

He reached over to a bowl that was on the floor next to the couch and he
offered it to her. “Chocolate?”
Kat looked at the chocolates and picked one out, smiling to herself. “I
have very good memories of these,” she murmured.
Van watched her with a soft smile on his sensual lips. “Want to share?”
She frowned. “My chocolate?”
He grinned. “No. Your memory.”
She looked away sadly and the deepest kind of sorrow welled up inside of
her. She felt tears sting her eyes and she swallowed. “It was a long time ago,” she
He gave her a look of concern, as if wondering why the memory should
cause her such sadness. “Are you all right?”
She tried to mask her grief with a fake smile and nodded. “There’s
nothing better than chocolate,” she said, trying to change the subject.
He regarded her with an expression that was solemn, but exuded warmth.
It was one of those unnerving looks that made it seem like he was looking straight
into her soul. It made her squirm and her pulse accelerate in a way that was
extremely abnormal for her.
“Some things are,” he said, his eyes holding hers.
Kat’s heart lurched and she felt sick to her stomach. She looked away
and pretended to be interested in a thread on the couch.
“Van!” Lance cried. “Dude! This girl’s whipping us all! I’m gonna be naked
Kat and Van both looked over to see Lance sitting only in his boxers and
one sock. Van laughed and Kat took the opportunity. She snapped her book
open again and pretended to read, sticking her nose further into it than she
needed to, trying to escape. She glanced at Van out of the corner of her eye. He
looked at her and smiled knowingly, then stood and went over to Lance. She let
out a relieved sigh and didn’t move for the rest of the trip. She had never been so
happy to see a hotel in all her life.
Hank helped Rochelle and Kat with their luggage and got them checked
in. Kat listened to Rochelle go on and on and on about Lance’s chest, Lance’s
torso, Lance’s tattooed arms and rippling biceps, etc., etc., etc. as she put her
pajamas on, glad to be in her own room and away from Van. Though she had
refused to show any sign of life for the last leg of the journey, she noticed his
continued quiet watching of her. He kept to himself, but she could feel his eyes
burning into her. It had been the longest ride of her life.
“So I saw you talking to Van,” Rochelle said.
Kat sighed as she set her suitcase inside the closet. “Yeah.”
“What did you talk about? Did he hit on you?”
Kat rolled her eyes. “No, we talked about work and he gave me a
chocolate. Big whoop. I’m gonna go find the ice machine.” She left the room and
wandered through the halls for awhile, trying to regain her usual composure. Van
had rattled her much more than she would have liked. She was always in control,
always cool and collected and reserved, but he had made her feel completely
neurotic. The things he had said…. The way he had looked at her…. It was
freaky. He made her remember things she had tried to forget a long time ago.
Things that still hurt like they had happened yesterday.
She paced restlessly for a while longer, until she felt like she had control
over herself again, then meandered back to the room, never actually having
located the ice machine. She stopped in the doorway and frowned when she saw
a folded piece of paper on the floor. She picked it up and stared at it for a
moment. Her name was written on the outside of it. She felt instant dread. This
was something else that was going to freak her out. She could feel it. She opened
it reluctantly.


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