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Blog Tour: Dead Storage by Mary Feliz with Excerpt and Giveaway

 

Today’s stop is for Mary Feliz’s Dead Storage We will have info about the book and author, and a great excerpt from the book, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

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As a professional organizer, Maggie McDonald brings order to messy situations. But when a good friend becomes a murder suspect, surviving the chaos is one tall task . . .   Despite a looming deadline, Maggie thinks she has what it takes to help friends Jason and Stephen unclutter their large Victorian in time for its scheduled renovation. But before she can fill a single bin with unused junk, Jason leaves for Texas on an emergency business trip, Stephen’s injured mastiff limps home—and Stephen himself lands in jail for murder. Someone killed the owner of a local Chinese restaurant and stuffed him in the freezer. Stephen, caught at the crime scene covered in blood, is the number one suspect. Now Maggie must devise a strategy to sort through secrets and set him free—before she’s tossed into permanent storage next . .

 

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Mtalked to him. “I know you insist on working with both halves of a couple—” “But I’m also a problem solver. What’s up?” “That spate of tornadoes and flooding in Texas, that’s what. I’ve been deployed. I can’t back out or delay our departure. Those people are hurting, and it’s the first test of my new auxiliary law-enforcement team. A group of TV journalists is reporting on our project for some newsmagazine. Our funding and the future of programs like this de- pend on our success.” Jason rattled off the sentences breathlessly, without giving me a chance to comment or interrupt. I understood his predicament. He’d been working on establishing a rapid-response law enforcement team for as long as I’d known him. The short version of the saga was that the team, with all its supplies, could swoop into a disaster area and support law enforcement efforts under local authority. The idea was to prevent looting, keep people safe, provide skilled guidance to volunteers, and eliminate many of

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the problems experienced by civilians, volunteers, and first respon- ders following Hurricane Katrina and other disasters. Jason’s team and others like it hoped to plug gaps between what FEMA and the National Guard could provide and what community resources were designed to accomplish. “No problem,” I said. “We’ll start after you get back.” “Stephen’s ready to start, like, yesterday, and the demolition is only two weeks away.” “Ah . . .” I began, stalling for time. “To be successful, any system we develop will have to include you. If it’s going to work long term—” “Look, Maggie, I’ve got to go. They’re loading our containers on the cargo plane. Stephen and I talked about priorities and goals last night. We made a list. I gave him parameters for tossing my stuff, and I promised not to divorce him if he gives away my favorite baseball glove. If that works for you, great. If not, take it up with Stephen. Arrange something—” The phone cut off. I was left with the decision of whether to begin or postpone. I spotted several potential problems with Jason’s plan. Among the stumbling blocks was the fact that they might waste time and money creating a system that would work for Stephen, but not for Jason. When I’d spoken to Stephen, afterward, he considered my advice but ultimately decided to go ahead. “No matter what Jason says, he’s going to have trouble making time for this project, even once he’s home again,” Stephen said. “Damn the torpedoes . . .” That was two days ago. I’d decided Stephen was right. With Jason’s full-time job as a police detective he was never in full control of his own hours. Stephen was a retired US Marine who worked unpredictable hours volunteering with veterans and their canine counterparts, creat- ing civilian partnerships. If we were going to have their house ready to start a major remodel, there was no time to waste. Today, Stephen and I were meeting to start purging their belongings, deciding what to save, and fine-tuning our organizational strategy. I knocked on the front door of their sprawling Victorian near the Palo Alto border. There was no answer to the bell. No resonant woof from Stephen’s huge mastiff, Munchkin. I peered through the front window, leaving the print of my nose on the glass. Only dust motes moved inside. I sat on the front step and texted Stephen:

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My calendar says we’re meeting at 8:30 today. Do I have that right? Stephen was an early riser, so I’d agreed to meet him as soon as I dropped my teen boys at the middle school and high school. He’d promised me coffee and bagels. At the thought of food, my stomach rumbled and my mouth filled with saliva. I was starving and caffeine deprived. My golden retriever, Belle, thumped her tail, whined, and leaned into me, looking up with yearning. Normally, I didn’t bring Belle to work with me, but Stephen was a friend of mine, a dog per- son, and Munchkin was Belle’s BFF. “They’ll be back soon,” I told her, referring to both Stephen and his seldom-absent canine partner. “I’m sure everything is fine. How often are they ever late?” Belle made a polite sound in response. “Right,” I said. “Never . . . Well, nearly never.” Extreme and unrelenting punctuality was a fault of Stephen’s, an artifact of his time in the military. Some of his friends found it an- noying, but I shared the trait and appreciated his timely arrival when- ever we got together. I bit my lip, sighed, and squinted into the sun to scan the neighborhood. There was no car in the drive. He must have had a last-minute errand that went longer than he had planned. Unex- pected traffic tie-ups were a recurring Silicon Valley problem. With the high-tech economy, growing population, and high-density build- ing projects booming, the area was home to a record number of peo- ple. More people meant more cars. A trip to the dentist that took fifteen minutes a month or two earlier could easily take thirty min- utes or longer today, even without a rush-hour fender bender creating gridlock. The problem grew worse daily and there was no easy solu- tion. I looked at my watch. Any minute, I expected to see Stephen and Munchkin loping up the street from one direction or the other. At six- foot-four inches, accompanied by a dog that weighed almost as much as he did, Stephen was hard to miss. I paced in front of the house. This situation reminded me too much of a client session I’d begun four months earlier, standing on a front porch a few blocks away when my client was late. That morn- ing had culminated in the death of a dear friend. I shivered, drew my fleece coat closer to me, peered at my phone, and dialed Stephen’s number.

The phone rang before I could finish punching the buttons. “Hello?” I said. The phone responded with crackles and pops. “. . . police station . . . jail . . .” “Hello? Who is this? I’m not going to fall for that trick. My kids are safe in school.” I disconnected the call. Our entire town had been plagued with phishing phone calls from crooks pretending to be our children or grandchildren. The calls all followed the same pattern: a distraught young voice claiming to be kin begged for money to be wired immediately. Most people, like me, recognized it for what it was and hung up the phone. But older people, those in the beginning stages of dementia or vulnerable in other ways, grew distraught. A friend of my mom called her daughter nearly every day to be reas- sured that the children and grandchildren were safe. The scams were criminal, disruptive, and downright cruel. I shook off my righteous indignation and dialed Stephen again. In the process, I noted that the crooks, whoever they were, were getting crafty. My phone reported that the phishing call originated from the police station in Mountain View, the town that abutted Orchard View’s southern border. I made a mental note to tell Jason about the call the next time we spoke. When he wasn’t helping flood-ravaged towns in Texas, Jason was an Orchard View detective. He’d know who to no- tify about calls from people impersonating the police. My call went to voice mail.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Mary Feliz has lived in five states and two countries but calls Silicon Valley home. Traveling to other areas of the United States, she’s frequently reminded that what seems normal in the high-tech heartland can seem decidedly odd to the rest of the country. A big fan of irony, serendipity, diversity, and quirky intelligence tempered with gentle humor, Mary strives to bring these elements into her writing, although her characters tend to take these elements to a whole new level. She’s a member of Sisters in Crime, Mystery Writers of America, and National Association of Professional Organizers. Mary is a Smith College graduate with a degree in Sociology. She lives in Northern California with her husband, near the homes of their two adult offspring.
 
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Blog Tour: Feeble Connections by Meghana Sarathy with Excerpt and Giveaway

 

 

Today’s stop is for Meghana Sarathy’s Feeble Connections . We will have info about the book and author, and a great excerpt from the book, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

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A charming Casanova- Brandon A beautiful, sassy woman in search of true love- Jennifer A cocky basketball player- Linden Three lives, two best friends and one unique love story.   Feeble Connection spins the tale of two friends- Jennifer and Brandon, who meet in college. They were opposite on many grounds and yet perfect for one another. More so as best friends. The love that blossomed in their hearts never made it to their lips. It was Jennifer's lost hope or perhaps Brandon's ignorance to understand his own feelings that made him pave the way for Jennifer to meet Linden . He was very different from Brandon and yet he managed to steal her heart.  

Can first love be truly forgotten? Is second love truly that strong? Is it even possible to love two people at same time?  

Feeble Connections mark the beginning of The Love Connection Series. The series can be started with this book. Love Connection and Love Reconnection which follow this book are already published and available for purchase.   *NOT a menage.

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“Gem,” I call but not too loud and knock her window glass again. Coming here was a hard ascent. Though it’s not too high, climbing pipes was never my forte and this was the first time I tried it. Currently I am on her window aisle, shivering in the cold , waiting for her to open the damn window. I can squeeze in easily once she opens it. “Gem,” I call again. I finally here scrambling footsteps approaching the window sil. “Brandon?” she calls out, sliding the window open. “Hey,” I wave and she stumbles back letting out a chuckle. “It’s really you. I thought I was dreaming!” “Nice to hear I visit your dream as well,” I wink and her cheeks turn red. I am always rewarded with her blush when I catch her unguarded like this. She crosses her arms across her chest and puffs. I can’t help but notice her chest rising higher, together with her boobs. The grey satin night gown she is donning is a treat to my eyes. It reaches just up to her mid-thighs with the netted-coat draping on either sides, but it still gives a good view of her long naked legs that I had missed out in her party gown. “What do I actually do in these dreams of yours?” I ask, propping my elbows on the window sill. “I am sure you will be more than happy to do the same if I let you in,” She tells boldly, leaning forward. So I suppose I was right in guessing she has dirty dreams about me. I am one lucky guy. “That’s exactly what I had in mind. I will take you up on your offer. Demonstration is more gratifying, right?” She looks at me mortified, but steps away to let me enter. I hop into her room and inhale the scent which smells solely and exclusively of Gem. “Sorry, but unfortunately I don’t keep condoms in my room. I hope you have come prepared,” she tells with her back to me. She has got to be fucking kidding me. When Gem resorts to flirting there is no stopping her. “I don’t mind fathering your kids. In fact it would be my pleasure, especially if they go after you in looks and brains. I would be a proud dad.” Do I mean it? I do, I think. That family picture looks perfect. She gasps and turns to me with wide eyes. I am not sure if she is shocked or amazed. Her mouth tics up and I get my answer. She is definitely happy. “I would want them to have your hair. I love the color.” Gem always has a problem with her hair color. She has dark brown hair which complements her skin tone, but she wanted a lighter color. But I am against her dying it. I rub my chin in speculation. “If you say so…but I do like your hair.” “And hazel eyes,” she continues stepping forward. “Your eyes are so beautiful.” “No,” I argue. “Your eyes are enchanting. Definitely emerald green.” “Hazel,” she steps closer. “No. Green,” I refute, covering the gap. When she is just an inch away she mutters, “Let’s just have twins. One with green eyes and blone hair and the other with hazel eyes and brown hair. Perfect combination of both?” “Awesome idea.” I clasp both her hands. “For that to happen, don’t you suppose we should get down to some action?” She looks deep into my eyes, her face basking in the glow of the two bedside lamps. “You are not serious,” she says softly. “You want me to be?” I ask, pushing her back towards her bed. Uncertainty flickers in her eyes before she slowly shakes her head. “No.” If she had said yes, I would have definitely taken her up on her offer this time and would not even hold back. Her answer is a sad no and I should just suck it. “What are you doing here, again?” All I see in her eyes is twirling confusion. She wants me, but she doesn’t want to want me. Maybe she is annoyed at herself for wanting this. Either way, it’s funny. “Well, the night is not over yet. And I want to make the best of the hours left.” “How do you plan on doing that?” Now she wants me to want what she wants but can’t admit to. “By sleeping with you,” I whisper huskily in her ears. Her throat bobs and her lips part. “Show me how.” Smart girl. She is leaving the choice to me. I hop onto her bed and settle comfortably on her bedspread. I stretch my arm on her pillow and raise my brows at her. “My hand will be your pillow for the night. Once in a lifetime opportunity. Don’t miss it.” Her face glows with pure happiness this time and she follows suit, and lands on her back with her head on my arms and her body curved towards mine. “This is a good idea.” She bites her plump lips. “What brought this on?” “I should have done this the last time I had got such a chance. But I fucked up, and now I want to correct my fault.” “You are doing it just for me?” Her doubt lingers in her tone. “It’s never just for you, Gem. It’s as much for me as its for you. I need this. I need the proximity. I need you.” “Me too.” Her hands rest on my chest while my other arm curves around her waist. “If dad finds out he will kick us out of the house.” “I will leave by then,” I assure. “Will use the same route.” She chuckles but doesn’t object. “There is one slight problem, though.” “What?” she jerks her head up and looks down on me. “You will wake up to my boner. You can’t complain about it.” She snorts and falls back on my arm. “I would be disappointed if you didn’t have one. I would think that I am losing my effect on you.” That’s my Girl. Always frank. My Girl. I love the sound of that. Will make her mine…One fine day.

 

 

     

 

 

 

 

Meghana V writes with the pen name Sagarika. She is from Bangalore, India. She is an avid reader. She mainly reads Adult and New Adult romance as well as dark and psychological thrillers. She plans on writing mainly for these Genres. She spends most of her free time reading, writing or watching anime. Depending on her mood, she tends to write two to three books at a time. She is a crazy fan of Dragonball Z and can be seen watching the episodes in repeat. Vegeta is her all time favourite character.

 

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Blog Tour: Awakening Series by Jane Hinchey with Excerpt and Giveaway

Today’s stop is for Jane Hinchey’s Awakening Series. We will have info about the books and author, and a great excerpt from a book, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

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First Blade

 

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Georgia Pearce possesses remarkable psychic abilities. When she discovers an ancient dagger hidden in her workshop, she knows it can only mean one thing. Trouble.

Trouble arrives in the form of Zak Goodwin, an entity more powerful – and definitely sexier – than any she’s come across before. However, when a horde of dangerous vampires show up and threaten Georgia and her sister, she has no choice but to ask Zak for help.  

Along with a shifter cop, a band of vampire warriors, and her own psychic skills, Georgia sets out to stop the awakening of an immortal vampire who has the power to destroy the world -- and discovers that staying alive isn’t nearly as dangerous as falling in love.  

If you like fast-paced paranormal romantic suspense, thrilling heroes, and sassy, kick-ass heroines then you’ll love the first installment of the Awakening series by Jane Hinchey.   Buy First Blade to begin the breathtaking adventure of Georgia and Zak today!

 

 

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Sometimes being a psychic vampire can, well, suck. And since Georgia was turned by her sexy hybrid boyfriend Zak, she’s been wallowing in regret. But when her long absent Aunt turns up on her doorstep, convinced that Georgia is a witch, she has to pull herself together.

  In the meantime, the Witch Hunter has woken and he wants nothing more than to obliterate every last witch from the planet. Starting with Georgia and her Aunt. His plan of attack? Take control of Zak’s body.   Zak not being himself has put a serious crimp in her sex life, but there are other things to consider, like how to create the mother of all spells that will immobilize the Hunter – and save a coven of witches. To find the answers she seeks and recover what she’s lost will take all of Georgia’s courage and a touch of the power she feels flowing like electricity through her veins, but she’s up to the challenge.   First Witch is the second book in Jane Hinchey’s paranormal romantic suspense series, Awakening. If you like sexy vampires, sultry witches, and kickass action, you’re going to love First Witch.

 

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First Blood

 

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Pregnancy isn’t easy when your baby daddy is a crazy overprotective angel-vampire hybrid and there’s a kidnapper on the loose.

Georgia Pearce is with child, carrying a baby destined to begin the next generation of powerful witches. As if a mysterious prophecy and a new (dysfunctional) family wasn’t enough to deal with, all of Georgia’s hard work to rebuild her coven is ruined when witches start vanishing.   Georgia investigates, only to find that the kidnapper has ties to her lover Zak Goodwin, and is more family than foe. He has big plans to turn the planet into heaven on earth, though his idea of heaven resembles hell more than paradise. The only one standing in his way? Georgia.   As she fights to bring this dark angel down, she dives deeper and deeper into Zak’s forgotten past. The romance between them sparks and ignites, only to explode into a fire no one sees coming. Even Georgia’s powers aren’t enough to stop the evil that seeks to destroy her and her child. Has her magic finally met its match? The most suspenseful and shocking book in the Awakening series yet, First Blood is a hot and sexy urban fantasy full of action, magic, shifters, and adventure. This paranormal romance by author Jane Hinchey is certain to leave readers breathless.

 

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Every night a man appeared from the recesses of her mind as if he was waiting for sleep to claim her. She couldn't see his features fully, yet he was the epitome of sensuality, of male magnetism and allure. They never touched, yet her skin burned as if he'd run his fingers across her flesh; her lips tingled as if a kiss as light as air had landed on them. He teased her in her dreams and she yearned for him. She'd wake in the morning, frustrated and horny and no closer to discovering who was haunting her dreams. She figured her dreams were being invaded, but couldn't work out how or why. Her ability was visions. She could touch a person and catch a glimpse of their future. Sometimes she could see the past from touching inanimate objects. The dreams were way different from anything she'd ever seen or done before. Yet somehow, they were connected. She just needed to figure out how.

 

 

 

Aussie Author Jane Hinchey writes sexy, snarky, badass, paranormal romances and urban fantasy novels.

Living in the City of Churches (aka Adelaide, South Australia) with her man, two cats, and turtle, she spends her days writing fantastical stories full of dark sexy vampires, hot shifters, sexy aliens, jaw dropping demons, sinful angels, and magical witches – and while they can be snarky and swear a lot, they mean well and you’ll grow to love them. Honestly.   When she’s not in her writing cave she’s usually playing the Sims, Civilizations or something similar, binge watching Netflix or upping the ante in the crazy cat lady stakes. She loves to hear from her readers, so swing on by her website at www.janehinchey.com and say hi.

 

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Blog Tour: Courting the Corporal by Heather McCorkle with Giveaway

 

Today’s stop is for Heather McCorkle’s Courting the Corporal . We will have info about the book and author, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway. Happy Reading :) 


 

May the road rise up to meet you . . .     The Civil War has ended, but for Corporal Patrick “Rick” Fergusson the battle rages on. Still haunted by what he witnessed on the battlefield, the earnest Irishman is heading west, seeking only to be free of the past. His services are in high demand; wealthy East Coasters in need of escort clamor to join him on the journey. But one client, a beautiful lady named Cat, disturbs Rick’s newfound equilibrium.   High society widow Catriona O’Brian is anxious to get to California, even if it means traveling with the handsome corporal who seems to dislike her so. Cat no longer seeks marriage; she has pinned all her hopes on making it to the west coast and starting her own winery. Between the elements, wild animals, and hostile natives, however, everything seems to be conspiring against her. Time and again, Rick comes to her rescue. And soon, the independent lass discovers that her biggest obstacle may be the longing of her own traitorous heart . . .

 

 

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Heather McCorkle is an award-winning author of paranormal, steampunk, and historical fiction. When she is not writing, editing, or designing book covers and websites, she can be found on the slopes, the hiking trails, or on horseback. As a native Oregonian, she enjoy the outdoors nearly as much as the worlds she creates on the pages. No need to travel to the Great Northwest though; connect to her instead on her blog and her many social networking sites. You can also find her the first Monday night of every month at 6:00 pm Pacific Time on the #WritersRoad chat on Twitter, which she co-created and moderates. Entertaining readers and uncovering stories and points of view that haven't been covered are two of her greatest passions. For more info please visit heathermccorkle.com.

 

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Blog Tour: Fear Inducer by Ellie Douglas with Giveaway
 
Today’s stop is for Ellie Douglas’s Fear Inducer. We will have info about the book and author, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.
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  They believed their phobias were just nightmares... They believed Dr Felix Bloom would cure them. They were...SO WRONG! “Doctor Felix Bloom is a brilliant psychiatrist and pharmacologist who has done a lot of good for humanity. But, he has a dark side as a serial killer of some of his patients using their phobias against them. How he gets his patients to kill themselves in some bizarre fashions satiating his greed for death and mayhem you will have to discover. But, nonetheless, if you love horror, you will love Dr. Bloom's methods and madness. Yes, he is as composed as they come, but maybe more evil than most. He's charming, considerate with his secretary, Joanna, and his best friend, a doctor. But, beneath the elegant exterior rages the thirst for blood as a serial killer.   Without going into the gory details or the method of Dr. Bloom, his patient's deaths are spectacularly staged (and gory) and witnessed by the good doctor. The author does a great job telling why Dr. Bloom is a serial killer and it may make you feel some empathy for the man. But, that is a whole chapter worth exploring on your own. I was pleasantly surprised at the intricate detail of the mind of Dr. Bloom. He's smart. Incredibly smart. The book is definitely worth your time. It has everything a chilling horror novel should have. I would be remiss if I didn't mention the author's other book about a serial killer named Toxic Desire, which features a female serial killer. Who's more evil? Dr. Bloom by far. Why? I won't spoil the novel for you. Fear Inducer is more malevolent while Toxic Desire is erotically-charged. Also, look for the subtlty in Doctor Bloom over the novel. He has a lot of secrets worth discovering. Excellent book and a welcome addition to my bookshelf. P.S. - I forgot something. There are loads if images in the book at the front of each chapter based on the fear the patient has. Really cool visuals to put you in the mood for what you are about to read. -from Amazon reviewer Cameron Rowe
 
 

 
 
 
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I’m Ellie Douglas, and like you, I love horror, everything about horror, the goriest and most gruesome of horrors is the ultimate. I can’t get enough. So much so that I write horror. That need to be graphic, and explicit with my horror scenes makes me stand out. I give what I want to read to others, so now they can enjoy a true horror story.
 
I’m not all about just being graphic, I also build characters that the readers will love and or hate, so they can feel pulled right inside of the story that they are reading. It gives me so much enjoyment when I hear remarks like, ‘You made me want to puke,’ ‘I have nightmares every damned night –thanks,’ and ‘Quentin Tarantino and Steven King made a baby, YOU!’ when I hear comments like that, I know then I’ve succeeded, that also pushes me into writing more and becoming even better.
 
I’m fun loving, generous and very mysterious. I enjoy spending time with my family, and have four children to keep the horror writing alive. I enjoy helping others and volunteer my services to help Autistic children, I love cosplay and the chance to dress up as a monster, zombie or some other gritty character is fun, oh so much fun.
 
I love summer, and well…I hate winter. I live in New Zealand and feel often too far away from all the cool stuff going on in the world. I love helping people all the time. I’ve got my hands dipped in a few things, I write books, but I also make professional book covers for other authors, I also create adult coloring books and I have a gambling app that I designed on the apple store :) I’ve always got a project going, be it writing or creating, that is who I am and I love it :)
 
My ultimate aim is to give back, paying it forward, to constantly better myself and give the audience amazing stories. Let me scare you…
 
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