Thursday, November 30, 2017

Blog Tour: Infamous by Jenny Holiday #Excerpt #Giveaway

Author: Jenny Holiday
Book: Infamous
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Cover Artist: LC Chase
Publication date: November 27, 2017
Length: 317 pages


All that up-and-coming musician Jesse Jamison has ever wanted is to be on the cover of Rolling Stone. When a gossip website nearly catches him kissing someone who isn’t his famous girlfriend—and also isn’t a girl—he considers the near miss a wake-up call. There’s a lot riding on his image as the super-straight rocker, and if he wants to realize his dreams, he’ll need to toe the line. Luckily, he’s into women too. Problem solved.

After a decade pretending to be his ex’s roommate, pediatrician Hunter Wyatt is done hiding. He might not know how to date in the Grindr world, how to make friends in a strange city, or whether his new job in Toronto is a mistake. But he does know that no one is worth the closet. Not even the world’s sexiest rock star.

As Jesse’s charity work at Hunter’s hospital brings the two closer together, a bromance develops. Soon, Hunter is all Jesse can think about. But when it comes down to a choice between Hunter and his career, he’s not sure he’s brave enough to follow his heart.

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Hello! I’m Jenny and I’m happy to be here to celebrate the release of Infamous. Infamous is book two in the Famous series, which mixes m/f and m/m romance. (And mixes famous musicians and regular people!) In Infamous, Jesse, our resident bad-boy rock star has to decide if he’s willing to risk his career to be with Hunter, a doctor he’s rapidly falling for. I hope you enjoy it!


Chapter One
At the last second, Jesse changed his mind and sat next to the hot guy instead of the middle-aged businesswoman.
It was a breach of the rules. Jesse had been taking the Sunday afternoon Montreal-to-Toronto train once a month for the past four years, and he had a system, a well-honed methodology developed from painful trial and error.
And by painful, he meant, for example, five hours trapped next to a young mother holding a teething baby.
Most people liked to rush onto the train as soon as possible, and they aggressively went after empty rows, seating themselves alone. But this route always sold out. Since the train was going to fill, it was smarter to hang back a bit, to bide his time and get onto a car that looked like it was about half-full. That way, he could choose his seatmate, whereas all those hasty people alone in two-seater rows had to resign themselves to a journey with whoever happened to plop down next to them.
No, it was infinitely preferable to be in control of one’s own destiny.
And Jesse was nothing if not in control of his destiny.
So whenever Jesse got on a train, the first thing he always did was start profiling the hell out of potential seatmates.
Middle-aged women were the best. Even better if they looked like they were traveling on business. If they also wore wedding rings? Jackpot. Women in general tended not to initiate conversation and left him to pass the time in peace, the aforementioned mother-of-teether being emblematic of an exceptional subcategory: mothers desperately in need of adult conversation.
Another subcategory to avoid regardless of gender? The elderly, God bless them, were not ideal seatmates.
Neither were teenagers, the ultimate undesirable seatmates. They were starting to recognize him. Some people in their twenties and thirties did too, but they usually couldn’t remember from where—or if they did, it sparked a brief conversation and then they picked up on his not-so-subtle cues and left him alone. But if a teenaged girl recognized him, he was doomed. He generally didn’t like to think of teenagers as the band’s target demographic, but you never had any idea what the record label was going to do with your stuff. Before you knew it, you’d be appearing on Spotify playlists called “teen heartbreak” or some shit.
He was beginning to think it was time to arrange alternate transportation for his monthly trips back from Montreal. Things were happening faster on the career front than he’d anticipated. By the time he was on the cover of Rolling Stone, he wasn’t going to be taking the train anymore anyway. And what do they say? “Start as you mean to go on”?
Today, he ambled down the aisle, scanning the rows until he spied the perfect target: midforties, hair blown out into a perfect dark-brown helmet, business suit, laptop already fired up.
As he approached, he surveyed the rest of the car. The row across from the businesswoman was occupied by a man reading a book. He was dressed in an aqua button-down shirt and dark jeans. Salt-and-pepper hair, which was clearly premature—the guy couldn’t have been more than thirty-five—swooshed back into a messy pompadour that was shorter on the sides. His most prominent facial feature was a chiseled jaw dusted with a few days’ worth of beard growth that was more salt than pepper.
Well, shit. A baby silver fox.
The poor bastard would probably end up with some clingy woman sitting next to him, projecting all her hopes onto him for the duration of the trip.
Jesse should do a good deed and sit next to him.
He usually tried to ignore men who weren’t obviously working on something. You never knew with men. It was harder to make snap judgments about them. Sometimes they kept to themselves, but sometimes the newspaper they’d seemed so engrossed in would turn out to be a prop and they’d want to buddy up with you.
Someone was coming up the aisle behind him. Jesse was holding everyone up.
The woman was safer. Infinitely safer.
He set his bag down on the seat next to the man.
Jesse rummaged through it to pull out the items he’d need during the trip—phone, bottle of water, the latest issues of Billboard and Rolling Stone. It was hard not to sigh over the talentless, manufactured boy band on the cover of the latter. But he would have his turn someday.
As he reached up to stash his bag on the overhead shelf, the man looked up and caught his eye.
Jesse nodded as he sat. The man’s eyes were striking—a kind of light brown flecked with gold, bright enough to be visible behind his black horn-rimmed glasses. The silver hair and the almost-gold eyes were a weird but compelling combination, like clashing jewelry.
The man gave a slight smile and said, “Hey,” before returning his attention to his book. A second later, though, his phone dinged. He picked it up and eyed the screen. Jesse watched him key in his passcode and read a long text. His eyes seemed to darken in real time, becoming a little less gold, like the sun dimming. He dropped the phone carelessly into the seat pocket in front of him, closed his eyes, and mouthed, Fuck.
Some part of Jesse’s brain could sense some other part of his brain gearing up to speak.
Don’t do it.
They had a five-hour journey ahead of them.
Don’t do it.
“Everything okay?”
Damn it.
The man’s eyes flew open as the rational part Jesse’s brain railed at the mouth-controlling part, which had apparently gone rogue.
“Sorry,” Jesse said, and what was he doing? This way lay ruin. Or at least the possibility of an excruciatingly tedious five hours, because who knew if he’d been brainwashed by this guy’s good looks? “You just seemed . . . upset all of a sudden.”
The man opened his mouth, then closed it, like maybe he was at war with himself too.
“Sorry,” said Jesse again, which was weird because Spin’s review of the band’s last record had called it “unapologetic,” and never had Jesse been more satisfied with an adjective. “I’ll leave you alone.”
You know the best way to leave someone alone? Leave them the fuck alone.
“I’m a doctor,” the man said, kind of woodenly, like he was trying out this talking thing for the first time. His voice was all gravel and velvet, which should have been a contradiction, but apparently a guy with silver hair and gold eyes didn’t have to hew to the rules that governed the rest of the slobs in the world. “A pediatrician. I have a patient who got some bad news.”
“Yeah?” Jesse prompted, because suddenly, he could no longer imagine anything he’d like to do more for the next five hours than listen to Baby Silver Fox talk about his job. Also: what the hell?
“He needs a new liver. We were testing his brother as a possible donor.” He looked out the window at the passing scenery as he spoke. “It was this kid’s best hope. That was one of the nurses texting with the news that the brother is not a match. Now he’s got to sit around on the waiting list biding time—and time isn’t something this kid has a ton of.” He ran his hands through his hair, scraping his fingers against his scalp in frustration as he turned his attention back to Jesse. “Sorry. That was probably a longer answer than you wanted.”
Christ. That put things into perspective, didn’t it? Here Jesse was, his biggest problem that he wasn’t making enough money to fly back from Montreal after his visits with his sister but he was starting to be recognized on the train. “You know what? I’ll be right back.” He popped up and hunted down the porter, who hadn’t begun food and beverage service yet and, by dangling an enormous tip, managed to procure two tiny bottles of whiskey.
When he plunked them down on Baby Silver Fox’s tray, it occurred to him that maybe whiskey wasn’t the best answer to liver problems, but the man grinned and said, “It’s noon somewhere?”
“Exactly,” said Jesse, a fierce sort of satisfaction lodging in his chest at the idea that he’d made this man smile. “Nothing like a little midmorning whiskey to take your mind off your problems.” He twisted open one of the bottles and handed it over, belatedly wishing he’d gotten something classier than whiskey. This guy probably drank martinis.
“Thanks.” Baby Silver Fox clinked his bottle against Jesse’s and then took a sip.
He wasn’t sure what to say. “So you’re a pediatrician? That must be rewarding.” As soon as it was out, though, he regretted it. The guy tells you a kid is on the verge of death, and you say, “How rewarding”? “On the whole, I mean. Making kids well,” he added, because why stop while he was behind?
“I wish. Most of the kids I see are really sick. I work at Toronto Children’s Hospital. I’m a hospitalist. You know what that is? Most people don’t.”
“I would be one of those people.”
“It’s sort of like a general practitioner, but for patients in the hospital. I oversee their care—many of them are being seen by lots of different kinds of specialists and technicians. I make sure everything is integrated optimally and . . .” He trailed off and sighed.
“And that kids who need new livers get them?” Jesse finished softly.
Baby Silver Fox—make that Dr. Baby Silver Fox—rolled his eyes like he was disgusted with himself. “In theory.”
“Hey, now. It’s not your fault this kid’s brother wasn’t a match.”
“I know. I’m just . . . I don’t know. I moved to Toronto from Montreal three months ago. I thought about changing things up when I decided I was going to move—joining a regular pediatric practice. Giving out vaccines and fixing tummy trouble and referring on the hard cases. You’d think stuff like this would get easier, but it doesn’t.”
“I don’t imagine dying kids ever gets easy.”
The doctor made a vague noise of agreement. “Sometimes I wonder what I was thinking. The point of moving was to make a fresh start. And here I am doing the exact same thing I was doing in Montreal . . . and, Jesus, listen to me. I don’t even know you, and it’s like I think you’re my therapist or something.” He held up his now-empty bottle. “I’m a bit of a lightweight, I’m afraid. And also a chatty drunk, so . . .”
“Hey, it’s okay.” And, amazingly, it was. This was exactly the kind of conversation he normally bent over backward to avoid, but somehow, this time, with this guy, he wanted to know more.
“Let’s change the subject,” said the man. “What about you? What brought you to Montreal? Or is Montreal home?”
“Nope, headed home to Toronto. I’m in a band. We have a monthly gig in Montreal.”
“A band that travels by VIA Rail?” He smiled. “You guys should make a commercial.”
“No, the gig’s on Friday, and the rest of the band heads back afterward in a couple of vans. My sister and her son live in Montreal, though, so I usually spend the weekend with them and make my own way home on Sunday.”
“Would I know your work?”
“I doubt it.”
“Try me.”
“The band’s called Jesse and the Joyride.”
“Alas, I don’t think I know it. Are you Jesse?”
“Yep. Jesse Jamison.” He stuck out his hand.
“Hunter Wyatt.”
Hunter Wyatt’s hand was soft. Or maybe it was only Jesse’s guitar-induced calluses that made it seem so.
Jesse held on a heartbeat too long, lulled for a moment by the rocking of the train and the warm flesh against his own.
Hunter quirked a smile as he pulled away. “It’s not every day you meet a rock star on the train. Especially a rock star taking the train because he’s so dedicated to his sister. You’re a regular saint.”
“I’m not a saint. Or a rock star, for that matter.” Yet. “But, yeah, it’s just me and my sister and my nephew—he’s three. Our parents are gone. My sister’s had a rough couple of years. She’s mostly on her own with my nephew.”
“Husband left?”
If only he would leave, once and for all. “Something like that.”
“That’s tough. We’ve all been there.” He huffed a bitter laugh. “Some of us more recently than others.”
“Ah,” Jesse said. “The fresh start. The move to Toronto.”
“Officially I came for the job, but . . . yeah.”
“How long had you been together?”
“Eight years.”
Jesse whistled. “Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever even made it eight months in a relationship.” Not even close to eight months, truth be told, but he didn’t want to admit that in front of this guy who so clearly had his shit together.
“Not so impressive, really,” Hunter said, “given that I have literally nothing to show for it.”
“So you were back for a visit this weekend?”
“Yeah, the dog died. My ex called and said this was it, so I came up to . . . say goodbye, I guess.”
“Man, harsh.”
“Yeah, the worst part is that the dog died before I got there.”
“Your girlfriend leaves you and your dog dies? It’s like a country song—a bad country song.”
The doctor didn’t laugh, just screwed up his face like he was trying to decide something. Then he said, “It’s, uh, not a girl.”
“The dog is not a girl?”
“The girlfriend is not a girlfriend. He’s a boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend.”
Jesse had been afraid of that.

About Jenny Holiday

Jenny Holiday started writing in fourth grade, when her aging-hippie teacher, between Pete Seeger songs, gave the kids notebooks and told them to write stories. Jenny’s featured poltergeist, alien invasions, or serial killers who managed to murder everyone except her and her mom. She showed early promise as a romance writer, though, because nearly every story had a happy ending: fictional Jenny woke up to find that the story had been a dream, and that her best friend, father, and sister had not, in fact, been axe-murdered. Today she is a USA Today bestselling author of historical and contemporary romance. She lives in London, Ontario.

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Release Blitz: Not Just For Christmas by Annabelle Jacobs #Excerpt #Giveaway

Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK

Length: 48,000 words approx

Cover Design: Natasha Snow


Ben has Christmas, cats, and mistletoe on his side…. Jason doesn’t stand a chance

For Ben Slater, moving back to Bristol means being closer to his family, living with his best mate, and volunteering at the local animal shelter. But there’s also Jason, his best mate’s eldest brother. Ben’s had a crush on Jason for as long as he can remember, but the eleven-year age gap has always seemed insurmountable.

Jason Armitage works as a vet at his uncle’s practice. He owns a cute cottage on the outskirts of the city, and a loving dog. The one thing missing is someone to share it all with. His brother’s best friend seems a bad choice, but Jason can’t help taking a second look. Ben’s changed a lot since Jason last saw him; both in appearance and attitude. Gone is the shy young boy, replaced with a confident, twenty-four-year-old man.

In the run up to Christmas, the festive period gives Ben the ideal opportunity to show Jason what he has to offer. But concerns for his brother’s feelings hold Jason back. If they have any chance of making this work, Ben must convince Jason that he’s old enough to know what he wants, and Jason needs to believe that a relationship with his brother’s best friend won’t ruin their friendship.


Ben tried not to look, but inevitably his gaze was drawn to Jason still sat on the sofa. He stood as Pete stepped back, and Ben got a proper look at him. Ben wasn’t the only one who’d changed a little over the past couple of years. The last time he’d seen Jason, his hair had been short, like an army cut, and he’d had a beard. He’d looked hot then, but now…. Ben had to forcibly shut his mouth so he didn’t gape.
Jason’s thick dark hair, still shaved at the sides, was now a good couple of inches longer on top. And he was clean shaven. Ben kind of missed the beard, but without it Jason looked much younger, and his strong jawline was a thing of beauty. He looked thinner, too. Ben frowned because Jason ate like a horse and had always been bulkier than his brothers. That thought somehow made its way out of Ben’s mouth.
“Have you lost weight?”
Jason laughed softly, one hand immediately going to his stomach. He patted his belly and sighed. “God don’t you start. Mum’s already been on at me about not eating properly.” He pulled Ben in for a quick hug. “It’s good to see you, even if you do put the rest of us to shame.”
Oh God, that voice. As smooth and deep as Ben remembered.

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Annabelle Jacobs lives in the South West of England with three rowdy children, and two cats. An avid reader of fantasy herself for many years, Annabelle now spends her days writing her own stories. They're usually either fantasy or paranormal fiction, because she loves building worlds filled with magical creatures, and creating stories full of action and adventure. Her characters may have a tough time of it - fighting enemies and adversity - but they always find love in the end.


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Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Release Day Review: Comic Book Romance by Charles Payseur #Review #Giveaway

Author: Charles Payseur
Book: Comic Book Romance
Series: Spandex and Superpowers #2
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Tiferet Design
Length: 43 pages

Reviewed by Michael


A maximum-security supervillain prison plus a new colleague with a reputation for attracting trouble. What could possibly go wrong? 

Calvin Kant is what anyone would want in a reporter—an excellent typist, a dogged investigator, and an upstanding citizen. Oh, and a superhero. At least, his alter ego, Maxim, is. Fleeing a messy situation at his last job, Cal arrives in Capital City without much direction—until fellow reporter Liang Lu sweeps him into a dangerous assignment.

A supervillain prison break leaves them trapped and in peril, with Cal juggling his growing attraction to Liang with his need to protect his secret identity. And that mess Cal’s running from could catch up with him at exactly the wrong moment, leaving him vulnerable. Luckily Liang’s got more than good looks going for him, and together the two men might just save the day—and each other—and find their own comic book romance.

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So, I’ve been reading comic books literally for decades.  I started collecting when they were a mere $0.60 and not the $3.99 they are now.   I remember they were printed on regular paper that would turn yellow if not properly cared for.  Bright colors, bigger than life characters, and over-the-top storylines were in their prime.

I’ve been reading sci-fi and fantasy novels almost as long.  But it’s not that often that I’ve read anything that matches the over-the-top nature of those comics.  

Until now.  Maxim/Calvin Kant is the the perfect Superman, with his Maxim-um speed and Maxim-um breath.  Liang Leng is the male equivalent to Lois Lane, headstrong and brash, willing to do anything to get the story.  Together, they make a dynamic duo just like Lois and Clark.

From the colorful code names to the use of character analogs, this book is a comic in written form.  It’s fun and light hearted, and everything that a good comic book should be.  


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Random Review: Swimming to Freedom by Robbie Michaels #Review #Giveaway

Author: Robbie Michaels
Book: Swimming to Freedom
Publisher: Harmony Ink Press
Publication date: November 28, 2017
Length: 186 pages
Cover Artist: Alexandria Corza

Reviewed by Erin


Once, swimming was a labor of love for Brandon. Now it’s just a labor.

When Brandon’s competitive, domineering father decided to cash in on his son’s hobby, he sucked all the joy out of the sport for his son. Now Brandon’s father spends every ounce of his energy training Brandon for one purpose: Olympic gold and with it the chance to experience success vicariously through Brandon.

Brandon falling in love with Tyler, another swimmer, was not part of his father’s plan. Luckily the two young men have Joel in their corner, a straight ally who helps them find time alone. When Brandon’s father finds out about the relationship, his reaction is sadly predictable, and soon, Brandon’s new home is beneath a bridge. He finds peace swimming in the river, but feels fear as wild animals pass by his shelter during the night. 

But once again, his happiness cannot last. Torrential storms are threatening to wash away his future—maybe for good this time.

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Coming of age stories are my jam. I love LOVE them something fierce ... the angst, the growth, the self-reflection of characters this age (Usually late teens and early twenties) just really gets to me in all the best ways. Mistakes are made, lessons learned, and new paths toward the future are forged. When I read the blurb of Swimming to Freedom by Robbie Michaels I knew this was a book I needed to read. While there were some lessons learned, there wasn't much in the way of growth for Brandon and Tyler. 

Brandon loves to swim, or he did until his controlling, domineering father turned Brandon's love of swimming into its own form of torture. From pushing his son beyond his limits to his blatant homophobia, the man is every horrible stereotype you can imagine. So much so that it kind of took away from the overall story, which is very angsty (if you need/want to know that kind of thing up front). Brandon meets fellow swimmer, Tyler, and the two instantly hit it off. It's hard for the two boys to so much as talk let alone be together with Brandon's ever present father looming everywhere, but with Brandon's best friend, Joel's, help, they are able to do just that. I wanted so much to feel more of a connection between Brandon and Tyler, but unfortunately it just wasn't there. 

I had high hopes for this novel, but it just didn't live up to my expectations. There are many YA books out there that tackle the subject of coming out and dealing with homophobia and Swimming to Freedom had a lot of potential, but sadly fell short for me. The characters were too one dimensional, there wasn't much if any growth, and as a result I wasn't as invested as I wanted to be in Brandon and Tyler getting their HEA. 


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Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Release Day: Snow Falling by Davidson King

Snow Falling
Davidson King

Release Date: November 28, 2017
Self- Published
Gay romance/suspense/mystery
Length: 202 pages

Cover Artist: Morningstar Ashley of Five Star Designs

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After running from a past destined to kill him, Snow has been hiding on the streets.

Tell nobody your name. 
Tell nobody your secrets.
Trust nobody!
These are the rules of the streets. 

His entire life changes when he saves an eight-year-old boy from a violent end. Christopher Manos is one of the most powerful crime bosses in the country.

Don’t ask anyone to do something you aren’t willing to do yourself. 
Secrets can get you killed. 
Trust nobody!
These are the rules he lives by.

When his eight-year-old nephew disappears, he never expects the boy’s savior to end up being his own. A man with a dangerous past and a man with a dangerous future find love amidst murder and mayhem. But with Snow's life being threatened at every turn, will Christopher's best be enough to prevent Snow Falling?

About the Author

Davidson King, always had a hope that someday her daydreams would become real-life stories. As a child, you would often find her in her own world, thinking up the most insane situations. It may have taken her awhile, but she made her dream come true with her first published work, Snow Falling.

When she’s not writing you can find her blogging away on Diverse Reader, her review and promotional site. She managed to wrangle herself a husband who matched her crazy and they hatched three wonderful children.

If you were to ask her what gave her the courage to finally publish, she’d tell you it was her amazing family and friends. Support is vital in all things and when you’re afraid of your dreams, it will be your cheering section that will lift you up.


Monday, November 27, 2017

Review Tour: Mended With Gold by Lee Welch #Review #Giveaway

Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK 

Publisher: MLR Press

Length: 27,000 words approx.


A photographer with post-traumatic stress disorder falls for a comics artist on a wild New Zealand beach, but can he find true love when he feels so wounded by life?

Everything changed when the bomb exploded. Forty-five-year old, Alex Cox worked as an international photographer until a deadly explosion left him with post-traumatic stress disorder. Emotionally wounded, and desperate for a sense of safety, he's run all the way to wild and remote Kahawai Bay, New Zealand.

Under the worst possible circumstances, Alex meets Joe, a shy young comics artist. Joe lets Alex into his playful, gentle world of comics, and soon Alex is falling for him, hard. Alex longs for more. Joe is reticent. But is it shyness? Or does Joe not want a much older lover with 'issues'? Or is something else keeping them apart?

This is a tender and uplifting story about creativity, adversity, true love, and comics.


When you’re writing something the length of a novella, you don’t have a lot of room for fluff.  Each word should count for something or lend itself to the overall story.  Otherwise, by the time the reader gets to the end, they feel as if they’ve wasted their time.

Alex and Joe have each had to deal with very different traumatic events, which make them leery of becoming too involved with another person.  Each must deal with their own issues in order to see what could potentially be right in front of them.  There are a number of things at play in this story, from PTSD to age differences to emotional abuse.  None of which are used for dramatic effect, but rather to tell you a little something about where the characters came from.  This is a slow burn romance about the scars we can see and those we can’t. 

They say good things come to those to wait.  That is very true of Mended With Gold.  

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Author Bio

Lee Welch wrote her first book aged seven (a pastiche of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe) and first had an idea for an m/m romance aged twelve. She loves books and comics, and when she’s not writing, she’ll probably be reading. Her favourite authors include Ursula Le Guin, Graham Greene, Linda Medley, Dylan Horrocks and KJ Charles. By day, Lee works as an editor and business communications adviser, mainly persuading people not to say ‘utilise’ when they mean ‘use’. Her job has led her to work in areas as diverse as mental health, nursing, accident prevention and the criminal justice sector.

Lee loves to hear from readers. You can find her at:
Twitter: @leewelchwriter

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