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Danger, Intrigue and Tricky Gnomes in a Post Apocalyptic Time Traveling World – What’s Not to Love?

AnApocalypticNeed

Book 3: Apocalyptic

She might be the enemy. He might have to take her down. But all he really wants to do is make slow, sweet love to her.

Grimm Forbes has been captured by sexy spaceship Captain Cari Pascale and turned into her sex vassal. But, as alliances conspire to take down his old friends at the Authority, Grimm worries that the woman who ignites his sexual fantasies might be at the epicenter of the treachery. It’s possible he’ll have to make a choice between his friends and the woman he wants in his bed. He only prays he has the strength to make the right decision, because the consequences of making the wrong one will be apocalyptic.

~~*~~

Cari awoke to the sound of horribly off-key humming. She lay there a minute, her eyes closed, trying to figure out why she didn’t hear the grind and pull of the ship’s motors. Her quarters were right above the second engine room and she’d fallen asleep every night since boarding the Stellam to the low rumble of the fore engines groaning away the star miles.

The humming was almost like the sound of those engines. But it was too warbly and nasal to be mechanical.

Who would be humming in her quarters?

Her mind tried to home in on a response, but her body was soft with weariness and all she wanted to do was sleep.

Slap, slap, slap.

Cari twitched, her eyelids fluttering open finally at the meaty sound of feet hitting the floor. The scene her blurry gaze gradually showed her was beyond strange. So much wood. So much light. She squinted against the unaccustomed illumination and the nearly blinding greenery beyond the windows.

There was heat too. Smoky heat that made her feel like she was in the center of a campfire on Luminous One, the fire planet where they once went to stock up on carbon for the Stellam’s backup engines.

Cari tried to sit up and cried out with pain. Her back was tight and sore. A fresh spear of agony jolted through her as a memory surfaced of being hit by a blaster aboard the Stellam.

“You will feel tenderness for a bit, child. But it will pass in time.”

Cari sucked in a surprised breath. A bright green, cone-shaped hat bounced toward her, its wearer either walking on his knees or exceedingly lacking in height. “Who…?” She shoved onto her elbows and rested, panting with fatigue as a tiny man with strange, rounded features clambered up a rough-hewn wooden stool. “Where am I?”

He grinned, showing large, yellow teeth. “Who am I? I am called the Healer. Where are you? You are in my lair. Now…” He patted her leg with a warm, gnarled hand, the fingers of which were much longer than normal. “—You must take your medicine. I believe your young man is preparing to leave.”

She frowned at the glass vial of thick, black liquid. “What is that?”

Holding it with the tips of his spidery fingers, the Healer pushed the vial toward her. “No more questions, child. Or I will have to start charging you for the answers.”

With that threat, Cari realized the little creature was a gnome of myth. She’d never met one before. Had, in fact, doubted their existence at all. But what she’d heard, and dismissed as exaggeration, was that they never did anything without payment. Usually in the form of favors.

Which meant someone had had to pay for her healing.

Then his words sank in. “My young man?”

He sighed, pushing the vial into her hand. “Drink.”

She sniffed it and gagged. It smelled like the bottom of the latrine on the ship. “I can’t drink this.”

The little man cocked his head. “I was told you were a soldier.”

“I am. But this is…” She grimaced, shuddering.

The Healer merely lifted a shaggy eyebrow.

Shamed by his obvious belief that she was being a weeny, Cari lifted the vial to her lips, her stomach lurching again at the putrid smell. She tilted the slim vial before she could change her mind, dumping its contents quickly into her mouth. It rolled over her tongue like sludge and oozed down her throat, leaving behind a thick coating that tasted like tar.

She gagged again, shoving the vial back in the gnome’s direction with disgust. “Good god that’s horrible. I think I’d rather be in pain.”

The Healer grinned widely. “I am glad to hear it. That is the toad grease. Terrible, terrible stuff.”

She felt the blood leaving her face. “Toad grease. Ugh. What does that do?”

He climbed down from his stool and waddled across the room, a frizzy gray braid following along behind. “Nothing. It is merely to make the potion taste bad.”

She stared at him in disbelief. “It does nothing? What would the potion taste like without it?”

He climbed another stool and dumped the vial into a large sink. Soap bubbles splashed into the air and he poked at them with a spidery finger, smiling widely. “I’ve been told it’s not unlike peaches and crème.”

Cari dropped her feet over the side of the table, twisting her torso gently to test her back. “You seriously mean to tell me you deliberately made that concoction taste like the contents of a dog’s butt?”

He shrugged. “Of course. It is medicine. It should taste like medicine.”

“You realize you’re like a reverse Mary Poppins, right?” She carefully slid to her feet. The room spun.

“Is that a question?” He dried his hands on a white cloth and cocked his head again. The tall, pointed hat tilted sideways and would have fallen if he hadn’t grabbed it. His features softened when he saw her sway. “The dizziness will pass, child. I’m afraid that’s a side effect of the toad grease.”

“You mean the nasty tasting stuff that does nothing medicinally but which you added anyway?”

He jerked his head once in a nod. “Precisely. I see you’ve been paying attention.

 

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New Release – HoHo Honeybun – Get Your Fun on for Christmas!

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He just wants her to take life a little more seriously. She’s decided he could have a point. Especially now that somebody wants her dead.

Dolfe Honeybun broke up with Blaise Runa because her party girl ways were driving him to distraction. Unfortunately, out of sight does NOT mean out of mind. And when his favorite party girl sees something she shouldn’t and finds herself being chased by a cold blooded killer… reason shuts down and Dolfe’s heart takes over. If only he can get to her in time!

~~*~~

The night was thick and moist despite the fact that the sun had dropped below the horizon hours earlier. The sand beneath Blaise’s feet was still warm, the granules heavy and dry as they rolled under her step.

Behind her a dense fringe of palm trees turned the multi-hued lighting of the party to colored ribbons on the sky, which swayed and twisted at the whim of the gently blowing trees. The palms muted the rambunctious music and transformed the raucous conversation to a formless rumble.

Blaise headed for the water, swinging her shoes as she walked. They were her favorite party shoes, tall and elegant and cherry red. Jimmy Choos. Against her will, her thoughts turned to another pair of Jimmies she’d worn the night she’d come upon a tall, broad-shouldered god with a square jaw and intense green gaze.

Dolfe had tripped over her in the dark that night, skidding several feet on a filthy warehouse floor. But he’d come up with a flashlight and a big, black gun in his hands and Blaise had nearly peed herself when he spoke.

Don’t you fucking move!

Thinking of their meeting now, Blaise found herself smiling. Those first moments characterized the entirety of their relationship. With him trying to understand why she was drunk and barefoot in a meth lab, carrying her unpractical shoes in one hand while her foot bled from being cut on the broken glass scattered all over the floor, and Blaise thoroughly enjoying his confusion while contemplating how his sexy lips would taste and feel.

Dolfe Honeybun was as serious as bullet. And Blaise was a party girl, viewing life through a brightly colored lens that highlighted its many possibilities.

They were polar opposites, her and Dolfe. Yet she felt his loss like a hole in the pit of her stomach. She figured it would take a really long time to get over him.

No matter how many parties she attended.

A shout down the beach brought her head up and her attention back to the moment. She glanced in that direction but the night was too dark, the stingy moon hiding behind a charcoal gray bank of quickly skidding clouds.

She turned away, heading the opposite direction to avoid meeting up with whomever had given the drunken shout.

Blaise wasn’t in the mood for company. It was the reason she’d skipped out on the party in the first place. She just wanted to walk on the beach for a while, letting the rhythmic roar of the water lull her thoughts and ease the sudden, inexplicable panic that had slashed through her back at the bar, where her friends, new and old, still partied.

They probably hadn’t even noticed she didn’t come back from the ladies. The thought brought sadness sliding through her and, to her amazement, Blaise’s eyes filled with tears. She suddenly felt alone and lonely.

The realization stopped her, dropping her to her knees in the warm sand.

She’d never felt alone at a party. Blaise was the classic extrovert, gaining energy from being around others…from the easy playfulness of alcohol-induced interaction.

She’d always enjoyed social situations…had thought she couldn’t live without them. She’d even thought for a time that Dolfe was being unfair asking her to change.

Tears ran down her cheeks and Blaise sniffled. She’d tried to hide her resentment from him, but he’d seen it. Dolfe was a trained investigator and a really smart man. He’d known she was chafing at the restrictions he placed on her. Not verbally, but just by his wanting to spend time with her alone and away from her friends.

Looking back, Blaise realized he hadn’t pressed or insisted. That his requests for her time weren’t unreasonable. That she’d driven him away.

She blinked, her chest tightening under the knowledge. She’d never admitted it to herself before. It had been so much easier to blame him.

But she’d known.

It was why she’d been depressed, she suddenly realized. She’d thrown away the best thing that had ever happened to her for a pretty bauble…a useless sparkling jewel.

She was an idiot.

More shouting. And it was coming closer—heading her way. Blaise swore. Why couldn’t she just have five minutes alone?

A woman ran along the water’s edge, her bare feet splashing and splatting against the soggy, compacted sand. She was breathing hard…no Blaise realized…she was sobbing. And she kept looking back over her shoulder.

A dozen yards away a man followed, his stride unhurried and aggressive. His silence and determined pursuit seemed oddly ominous and Blaise shivered. He looked to be a young man, with black hair that shone in the glow of a moon freshly extricated from the cloud cover. He wore a Hawaiian shirt that should have looked silly, but on his strong, lithe frame it somehow didn’t.

The woman wore a gauzy halter dress, its frothy skirt clutched in one hand as she ran. She limped badly and Blaise saw a glossy darkness above one knee that could have been blood.

She frowned. Her gaze sliding speculatively toward the man. Had he hurt her?

Blaise started to stand, pushing to her feet just as a massive wave crashed onto the shore. The wave was louder than it should have been, edged in a sharp retort Blaise couldn’t miss from her hours at the shooting range with Dolfe.

Her head snapped up and, for an instant she couldn’t see the woman. Then the water rushed away from the shore and she saw the tumbling limbs, the swirling froth of the woman’s skirt.

She was lying face down in the surf, her long, golden hair floating around her like gilded seaweed.

Blaise made a soft sound and her hand flew to her mouth, her eyes widening. Her gaze slid slowly along the beach. The man had stopped, his face obscured in shadow as the moon skittered behind a cloud. But he was looking right at Blaise. She could feel his hostile regard like a greasy touch against her skin. His hands were down at his sides, but as she watched in horror, one of them started to lift. She had no trouble recognizing the shape of a pistol gripped in his hand.

Blaise straightened, moved onto the balls of her feet, and dropped her shoes.

She shook her head, backing away as the gun came up, focusing on her. Then she did the only thing she could, fearing it wouldn’t be nearly enough.

She turned around and started to run.

 

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HoHo Honeybun – Fun and Sexy Romantic Suspense

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He just wants her to take life a little more seriously. She’s decided he could have a point. Especially now that somebody wants her dead.

Dolfe Honeybun broke up with Blaise Runa because her party girl ways were driving him to distraction. Unfortunately, out of sight does NOT mean out of mind. And when his favorite party girl sees something she shouldn’t and finds herself being chased by a cold blooded killer… reason shuts down and Dolfe’s heart takes over. If only he can get to her in time!

~~*~~

Dolfe Honeybun stood in the shadows and watched his ex-girlfriend flirt with a tall, annoyingly good looking guy on line at a popular nightclub. She looked spectacular as usual, her long, slimly curved form lovingly embraced in some kind of shimmery white material which didn’t cover nearly enough of her.

He frowned as the man she was speaking to leaned forward, whispering something into Blaise’s ear as his hand slipped over her hip and stopped on her firm, round behind. Dolfe’s pressure spiked and he was moving forward before he could stop himself.

He crossed the street to the blare of horns, almost completely oblivious to oncoming traffic. Red flares were flashing in front of his eyes and his hands were clenched into fists. As he plummeted heart first into complete loss of control, Dolfe took some comfort in the fact he hadn’t pulled his gun.

It didn’t matter that Blaise deftly, and with a smile, removed the man’s hand from her delicious behind. It didn’t even matter that she walked away. Because the other guy’s lust-saturated gaze followed her sexy sway down the sidewalk, her heels click-clacking rhythmically on the concrete as she walked.

Dolfe decided in that moment the man had to die.

He headed straight for the cocky, overdressed buffoon who was accepting knuckle bumps from his friends by way of celebrating that he’d copped a feel from the gorgeous black woman with the million dollar smile.

Dolfe would rip him into such small pieces his friend Brita Muldane, the cop, wouldn’t even be able to find the body.

The weasel turned as Dolfe stormed toward him, his unintelligent blue eyes widening at the look on Dolfe’s face. He took a step back as Dolfe reached for him.

Dolfe’s ears roared. He could taste every beat of his heart as his pulse surged to the danger zone. And adrenaline had him by the throat as he grabbed pretty boy’s expensive tweed coat by the lapels and dragged him off the ground.

“Hey!” the guy’s friends coughed out. But when Dolfe turned his murderous gaze on them they lifted their hands and stepped back. Apparently judging their friend to be unworthy of having their own blood spilled.

Somewhere on the edges of Dolfe’s awareness a familiar click, clack, click, clack intruded, the sound speeding and getting louder as it got closer.

He shook the offensive pup like a rag doll and pressed his face close. The young punk stank of expensive cologne. He was damn lucky he didn’t smell like Blaise.

That would have signed his death warrant for sure.

Click, clack, click, clack…

The guy tried tugging Dolfe’s hands from his coat without any success. “What the hell, man?”

“You think that’s the right way to treat a lady?” Dolfe growled into his face.

The guy blinked under every word, as if he were being pelted with buckshot. “What lady?”

Dolfe’s growl deepened and the guy’s heels lifted another inch from the ground. “Wrong response, punk.”

Click, clack, click, clack…

“Hey come on, dude,” the guy whined. “Blaise is just a friend.”

“You always run your hands all over your friends’ asses?” Chuckling from the guy’s disloyal friends abruptly stopped as Dolfe skimmed them with a hostile, green glance. When they were properly quelled, Dolfe refocused his hostility where it belonged. “You want to feel up my behind?”

More chuckling.

Click, clack, click, clack…

The guy grimaced. “I don’t play for that team, dude.”

Dolfe shook him. “But I thought you always felt up your friends. I’m thinking you and me are friends.”

“Damn it, Dolfe!” A soft, long-fingered hand gripped his arm, tugging on it. “Let him go.”

Dolfe inhaled deeply, her exquisite scent spearing his senses and rolling like warm butter over his nerves. “Stay out of this, honey. The guy dissed you. I’m takin’ care of it.”

She tugged harder. “Dolfe Honeybun, you let go of him right now and come with me.”

He finally turned to look at her and forgot to breathe. He’d almost forgotten how beautiful she was…how delicious she looked and smelled. He frowned, turning back to the punk. “Learn respect you little jerk.” He dragged the guy off the ground another half inch just to drive home his point and then flung him away.

The punky kid stumbled backward several steps, his friends catching him before he landed on his ass.

Dolfe turned away and immediately forgot him. He grinned. “Hey, honey. You look stunning as always.”

Blaise glared at him, her long, slender arms crossed over her chest. Her pretty brown eyes flashed with pique. “Let’s take a little walk, shall we?” She started down the sidewalk, her four inch high spiked heels click-clacking angrily against the concrete.

Dolfe winked at the disgruntled punk and started after her, his gaze sliding over the crowd of males to ensure nobody else got any ideas about disrespecting his girl.

He blinked, his stomach twisting with disappointment. Scratch that. Blaise was now his ex-girlfriend. They’d broken up the week before. Basically because of the very thing he’d just interrupted.

Blaise hit the corner and stopped, turning back to him with a decidedly unhappy look on her beautiful face. The golden light from the streetlamp illuminated her delicious form, making her look like an ebony skinned angel with fire in her veins. She fairly vibrated with rage. Her whole form was taut with it, her delicate jaw working over the words she no doubt wanted to fling his way.

She didn’t even wait for him to reach her before she launched. “What the hell is wrong with you? What are you doing stalking me?”

Dolfe drifted to a stop and shoved his hands into his pockets, holding her fiery gaze. He was fully aware he’d acted badly but he didn’t care. He’d do it again in a heartbeat.

 

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An Apocalyptic Need – Sexy, Fast-Paced Adventure Romance

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She might be the enemy. He might have to take her down. But all he really wants to do is make slow, sweet love to her.

Grimm Forbes has been captured by sexy spaceship Captain Cari Pascale and turned into her sex vassal. But, as alliances conspire to take down his old friends at the Authority, Grimm worries that the woman who ignites his sexual fantasies might be at the epicenter of the treachery. It’s possible he’ll have to make a choice between his friends and the woman he wants in his bed. He only prays he has the strength to make the right decision, because the consequences of making the wrong one will be apocalyptic.

~~*~~

“Are you going to explain to me why you’re mauling me in the hallway?”

Grimm jumped, giving a less than manly bark of surprise. “Oh. You’re awake.”

Cari’s eyes were still slightly glazed and, when Grimm stepped back she stumbled forward as if her legs weren’t working. He grabbed her before she could fall and started her walking again. “I’ll explain later. The short version is that you were drugged and someone was sent to your quarters to kill me and imprison you.”

Cari jerked her arm from his grip and stopped, wavering dangerously on her feet. “Kill? Whatever for?”

Male voices drifted toward them from the opposite end of the hallway and Grimm made a quick decision. “Sorry, but we really need to keep moving.” He grabbed her behind the thighs and shifted her over his shoulder.

Cari landed with a soft exclamation of surprise and then started to wriggle as he took off running.

“Stop that right now, woman! Or we’re going to end up on the floor, ripe for capture when those guards find us in about thirty seconds.”

She gave a frustrated scream and started to pound on his back. Her flailing feet connected with his quickly shriveling erection and Grimm sucked air in a pain-filled gasp. “Dammit, captain!” Before he considered what he was doing, he’d smacked her hard on her pert little bottom. “Stop fighting me. I’m trying to save your life.”

“You’re saving your own life, pirate. Put me down right now or I’ll start shrieking.”

“There!”

Cari’s head came up when she heard the guards. “Help me, please. My vassal is trying to escape.”

Grimm swore and started running again. He hit the end of the hall and slowed just enough to take the corner as a sizzling jolt of energy slammed into the wall beside them.

Cari yelped but he didn’t have time to stop. The bank of freight elevators loomed ahead of them, the massive metal door open.

Footsteps pounded toward them down the hall and Grimm dug in, running as fast as he could. He reached the lift just as the guards turned the corner and the sensors engaged, slowly closing the doors.

The guards continued firing, their discharge hitting the back of the lift and scorching it in wide streaks. Sparks flew around them, sizzling against Grimm’s skin as he shrank into the corner, blocking the captain with his body. When the door finally slid shut, he stepped away and let go of her. “Landing bay 3,” he instructed the lift.

Nothing happened. The muffled sound of pounding told him the guards were trying to get the door open.

Grimm removed an O2 laser blaster from his waistband.

Her eyes widened when she saw the blaster she’d had squirreled away in the drawer of her desk. “After all that you’re going to kill me?”

Grimm checked to make sure the cylinder at the side of the weapon was full. He spared her a quick glance. “How do I get this lift to move?”

“It’s programmed for voice recognition. It isn’t going to listen to your commands.”

“Will it listen to you?”

“I’m not giving this lift any commands until you tell me what’s going on.”

He shook his head. “I’m trying to get you off this ship.”

Cari placed her hands on her hips and glowered at him. The action made her sexy sleepwear gape open, showing the creamy roundness of her breasts nearly to the nipples. He swallowed hard, nearly forgetting that they were having a conversation.

She stamped her foot. “Forbes!”

He blinked, lifting his gaze to hers. “What?”

“Stop acting like a cave man and tell me why you believe you have the right to take me off my ship.”

The pounding on the outside of the doors increased and the metal groaned as something was wedged into the crack. “Captain, I told you I’d explain later. Right now we need to get the hell out of here or we’re both going to end up either dead or in that huge prison at the center of this orb.”

“Prison?” She frowned but a moment later her features cleared. “Oh, you mean the Interplanetary Arboretum?” She started to shake her head.

The door creaked open an inch and Grimm fired toward the opening, sending the man holding the metal bar stumbling backward with a cry.

“Stop that!” Cari grabbed the barrel of the blaster. “Arboretum.” The lift jerked and started dropping on a whoosh of air.

Grimm’s gaze followed the light-filled channel indicating the floors. “What are you doing? We need to go to landing bay.”

“This is called a compromise. I’ll send the lift to the bay once we leave it and that will buy us some time. I’ll give you five minutes to convince me and then we’ll either leave together or I’m going to have you arrested.”

On a whoosh of flower-scented air, the doors slid open and Cari marched through. Grimm stood in the door and looked out, thinking for a moment they’d been flung from space into a jungle on prehistoric Earth.

 

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USA Today Bestselling Author Sam Cheever writes romantic paranormal/fantasy and mystery/suspense, creating stories that celebrate the joy of love in all its forms. Known for writing great characters, snappy dialogue, and unique and exhilarating stories, Sam is the award-winning author of 50+ books and has been writing for over a decade under several noms de plume.

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New Release – An Apocalyptic Need is on Cyber Shelves Now!

AnApocalypticNeed

She might be the enemy. He might have to take her down. But all he really wants to do is make slow, sweet love to her.

Grimm Forbes has been captured by sexy spaceship Captain Cari Pascale and turned into her sex vassal. But, as alliances conspire to take down his old friends at the Authority, Grimm worries that the woman who ignites his sexual fantasies might be at the epicenter of the treachery. It’s possible he’ll have to make a choice between his friends and the woman he wants in his bed. He only prays he has the strength to make the right decision, because the consequences of making the wrong one will be apocalyptic.

~~*~~

Grimm tossed and turned on the too-soft bed. His body was hot, hard and ached with unfulfilled lust. He’d managed to doze a few times throughout the long, long night, but each time he’d been flung awake when Captain Cari Pascale entered his dreams, soft and sexy and lushly naked.

In his dreams he’d tasted her sweet flesh, spread her luscious thighs, and kissed his way over the soft, rounded contours of her body. But each time, before he could plunge deep within her willing flesh, his traitorous body had surged awake.

Denying him over and over again.

Grimm turned his head and found her, a small rise along the floor beside her bed. Her long, blond tresses glowed brightly, a brilliant star in the near dark. He’d already figured out how to open his cell door. But she was a light sleeper and he wasn’t sure he could get to her before she woke. The element of surprise was important. Or he’d find himself facing her oxygen blaster.

Seduction didn’t work as well when firepower was involved.

A soft sound brought Grimm’s gaze snapping around. For a moment he thought he’d imagined it, but then the door to Cari’s quarters slid open on a breath of air. His fingers closed around the knife he’d stolen from his guard earlier that day, certain that whoever entered was up to no good.

A tall figure slipped through the door, stepping into the shadows as it slid closed again. Grimm squinted into the dark, trying to see the intruder. The narrow light bands arrayed along the floor illuminated a large pair of black boots and the glint of something long and metal in a gloved hand.

A blade! Cari!

The attacker could kill her before she even knew she was in danger. Alarm flared and Grimm tensed, ready to leap up and distract the intruder long enough for Cari to arm herself. He very slowly pulled the blankets away from his legs so he wouldn’t get tangled in them when he lunged.

The figure across the room shifted, his hand with the knife coming up as he took a step.

Grimm braced himself against the frame of the narrow bed, ready to leap.

But the figure with the knife didn’t move toward Cari. He started toward Grimm.

Grimm expelled a soft breath, loosening his bunched muscles as he relaxed back into the bed. The intruder was there for him.

That was good. He was ready.

 

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USA Today Bestselling Author Sam Cheever writes romantic paranormal/fantasy and mystery/suspense, creating stories that celebrate the joy of love in all its forms. Known for writing great characters, snappy dialogue, and unique and exhilarating stories, Sam is the award-winning author of 50+ books and has been writing for over a decade under several noms de plume.

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