Apr 1 2012

Meet Mahalia Levey!

Today, our guest of honor is Mahalia Levey. It’s so nice to have you here! Hope you’re ready to party!

First Questions:

Wine or beer? (If you say club soda, we’ll have to send you to the corner…)

Moscato Wine!

Cake or chips? Are you a sugar or salt kind of person?

I love Italian Wedding Cake. It’s so good. I’m a salt person too though. I like to lick salt and vinegar off of salt and vinegar chips and toss the chip in the trash. Weird I know… I get that a lot. I also eat ice cream with a fork and like it melted, oh let’s not forget how much I loooove chocolate covered potato chips!

*squints eyes * Are you old enough to drink?

*Giggles* I am more than old enough

Wait! You can’t come in yet! What did you bring us?


Brought up in a traditional family Carrie Stevens fights the bounds of propriety and flaunts her deviance with no regard to personal consequences. With one exception…her big brother’s wishes where his band is concerned. The sparks that fly when she’s around the one taboo she’d love to date are only a tempting siren’s song, until she sees there’s more to Shea than she’d originally thought. The sexy drummer might just make her lose her heart, if he can put her past to rest.

Shea McNamara has been in love with Carrie Stevens for years. Running in the same circle as her isn’t easy. Her choice in men irks him but she’s in his blood as much as the drums he loves to beat. All he has to do is convince her there’s more to life than the fast lane. With her flirty attitude he refuses to allow her to call the shots.

What makes your characters so special?

I love Carrie because she is impulsive and knows who she is. Being a twin is hard enough with searching for an identity. I enjoyed seeing her come into her skin.

Shea is a sweet heart. He’s got guts, is talented and a braniac. Drummers need their chance to shine since they’re often in the back of the stage. His personality is awesomesauce!

Alright, I guess you can come in. Now off to the roast!


So, what do you write? And why?

I write a mixture of genres. I love inter racial romance because I’m IR and can relate to both worlds. I write paranormal because I love to world build, and contemporary because sometimes rules are fun!

What would your characters say about you?

That I’m a big pain in the ass, don’t give them enough time or let them cross story fornicate.

What do you like doing besides writing and reading? Is it dangerous?

Canoeing, swimming…haven’t sky dived yet!, I also like riding mechanical bulls and enjoying a night out on the town with friends!

Where do you dream of traveling to and why?

We’re going on a Med. Cruise this October. Other than that I want to go to Egypt and Italy. I’m part Italian. One day I’d like to see Ireland too.

How would you describe your writing style?

Unique. I don’t really know how to describe what I do lol. I love that others enjoy my work so something is going right!

Who is your favorite author and why? Do you write what you read?

Sherrilyn Kenyon. I love her Dark Hunter Series and her other works.

Do you like more Alpha or Beta heroes?

That’s a toss up because they’re both strong males. I’m drawn more to Alpha type personalities so I’d say we’ll go with Alpha!

How much do you write in a day? Day or Night? Everyday?

I speed write during lunch for 45 minutes at work and write for an hour or two at night, but not every night. I also read every night.

Are you a pantser or a plotter?

I’m a mixture. I panslott.

What else are you working on right now?

I’m finishing up Only Skin Deep an Interracial romance :)

Last question: Where can our partygoers find you and your work?

Website:  www.mahalialevey.com

Twitter: www.twitter.com/hales3000

Facebook: search mahalia levey

Other: www.mahalia2010.wordpress.com

Thank you so much for coming! 

At end of next business day I’ll random.org pick a winner for some swag. Entrants must be US or Canada residents. I already had my International swag contest this year.

Nov 4 2011

Meet Jean Joachim!

Today, our guest of honor is Jean Joachim. It’s so nice to have you here, and I’m sure you’re ready for a good time! Let the party begin!

First Questions:

Wine or beer? (If you want club soda, I’ll have to send you to the corner.)

Wine, definitely. Always hated beer. Love all sorts of wine, red, white and rose, too.

Cake or chips? Are you a sugar or salt person?

Cake for sure! Although I do like salty food, too, like nuts and olives, cake and sweets are my downfall. Can’t stay away from a piece of cake in the fridge!

I love cake! Are you old enough to drink? LOL.

Yes and some days wishing I wasn’t! Seriously, old enough to drink and old enough to know better than to answer any question about age!

LOL. Tell us about your new release.

Blurb: Danny Maine, leaves the Army after becoming an expert sharp shooter, killer and womanizer. He gets a job teaching English at Kensington State University where he’s strives to have a normal life.

He meets Eliza Baines, a beautiful widow and is smitten immediately. Danny struggles to overcome post-traumatic stress syndrome and make a new life when his drunken and abusive father is released from prison and seeks him out. Struggling to leave his horrific past behind, Danny attempts to forge a new path that includes love, success, friends and having his own family but dark forces and emotional obstacles block his way. The Book of Danny is a poignant story of love, loss and ultimate triumph that will touch your heart.


What makes your character and story so special?

What so special about The Book of Danny is that the main character is an ex-Army man. I love Danny. He came to me and told me his story of love and loss and I was compelled to write it. Danny is an imperfect man, sexy as hell, smart, educated, but stuck with the horrors of war messing up his life. With help from friends, family, a counselor and the people of a small town, Danny is able to break through and overcome the obstacles keeping happiness just out of his reach. The story is very emotional as Danny was raised by his brother, Kyle, who was subsequently killed in Iraq. Kyle’s death filled Danny with rage, so he went there to get revenge. But he lost some of his humanity there as well as got shot up. His return and search for the right woman, fulfilling work and a place to settle feels very real. I think Danny will grab your heart in a way no other hero will.


All right, I guess you can come in. Now off to the roast….

Why did you want to become an author? Because after years of pursuing other things, I realized that I’m a writer, first and foremost and no matter whether anyone else agrees, I have to write. I have stories to tell.

What would your characters say about you? Do you have to ask them? They would say I’m opinionated, stubborn, always right (or think I am), always giving them advice and telling them what to do. That I need to be a better listener, but in the end I do get their story right, even if they have to pound it into me!

What was your first sale as an author? Anything special about it? My first sale as an author was incredibly special. It was a non-fiction book, published by St. Martin’s Press called “Beyond the Bake Sale, the Ultimate School-Fundraising Book”. It was a labor of love that brought so many good things to so many people around the world, helping parents, kids and schools to raise money and improve the educational experience for thousands of children. I will always be proud of that accomplishment. To be able to touch so many lives in a positive way is a joy to me.

Do you have a favorite of your own books and why? How could I possible say with my characters listening in so intently? Seriously, as I write each book, it becomes my favorite. I have loved them all as a favorite, or I couldn’t write them. If I’m not passionate about a book, it isn’t worth writing. So yes, each and every book and character is a favorite of mine. Hope that isn’t a cop out.

What is the hardest part of writing your books?

The hardest part of writing my books is leaving my years and years of non-fiction writing style behind. Non-fiction is completely different and that is what comes naturally to me. I tend to write quickly, terse sentences and to the point, which doesn’t often work for fiction. So I have to slow myself down, think about the setting, the characters and such. I edit looking for missing transitions, action tags needed and words repeated. POV is a challenge, too.

What do you think makes a good story?

I like an emotional story and one with plot twists. But the story has to be organic. I hate it when authors invent something  in the middle of a story simply to make it work. The plot twists must evolve, make sense, I think. I love adding bad guys to my romances. Perhaps that’s what keeps them from being cookie-cutter stories. I don’t write formulaic romance.

Tell us about one of your favorite character from your books.

I guess you could say Callie Richards Caldwell is one of my favorite characters since she appears in four of my books! Callie has known tragedy and heartache of epic proportions, yet it hasn’t dampened her spirit. She forges ahead, facing the world and making a life for herself. And despite her loss, once she has her life on track, she has time and energy to care about her friends, taking them into her heart, wanting them to be happy and taking action. She is a truly generous, loving person who, in the end, is beloved by all. And she’s smart, funny and sexy, to boot.


Last Question: Where can our partygoers find you and your work?

My first two Now and Forever books are available on Secret Craving Publishing site: www.secretcravingspublishing.com. Now and Forever 1, Sunny Days/Moonlit Nights, April’s Kiss in the Moonlight are all on Amazon and Barnes & Noble websites.

Thank you so much for coming!

Thank you so much for asking me! Yes, I’ll be around and those are my friends out there now. The drunk and rowdy ones, pushing on the door!

Comment! Joan will give away three copies of “Now and Forever 1, a Love Story” one to each of three different commenters.

Oct 26 2011

Check it out! Gear up for some spookiness!

Check out Sable Hunter’s new release! *whispers* There’s a witch on a mission! 

Blurb:  Arabella Landry is a witch on a mission.  She is desperately seeking for the incredible lover that has been setting her dreams on fire.  With the help of the powerful women in her family, she finds him.  Unfortunately, he is completely paralyzed from a devastating rock-climbing accident.

Jade Landale, a conservative Texas Congressman falls head over heels for the beautiful woman who refuses to give up on him.  Soon, his world turns topsy turvy as he finds himself embroiled in a world of magick, murder and the hottest, sweetest love-making imaginable.



Just the tip of his tongue parted her lips, feathery light, making her push closer, seeking to deepen the kiss. God, she wanted him. Breathing in his scent, she noticed he smelled of warm sunshine and salt spray. The palms of her hands moved feverishly over his golden skin, up over his broad shoulders and around his strong neck. His hair was long, the color of sunflower honey and she couldn’t resist winding her fingers in the strands at the back of his head, pulling him nearer to her. She fought the urge to wrap one leg around his hip in a soundless plea to be filled. A desperate hunger in her pussy made her tingle and ache.

Joy coursed through her bloodstream as he cupped her hips in his hands, first pulling her up hard against him, and then picking her up off the ground. Gratefully, she parted her legs and encircled his waist, pressing her soft center up against his rough jeans. Racing uncontrollably, her heart felt as if it were going to burst through her chest. His lips caressed her mouth, and wandered across her jaw and down the side of her neck. She gasped with passion, never had she felt so molten and eager. Arching her back, she met his gaze. Eyes, the color of a tiger’s eye jewel, framed with thick dark lashes feasted on her face. “Who are you?” she gasped.

Instead of the answer she longed for, he bent low and warmly nuzzled the top of her breasts with his lips. The gentle swell peeked from the top of the silk nightgown clinging damply to her fevered body. Muscles in her thighs contracted and she longed to thrust her hips against him.

Delightful stubble on his chin chafed her skin and Arabella reveled in the slight pain the friction generated. “Please…” she breathed. Allowing one hand to support her weight, he slid the other hand between their bodies and gently palmed the silk and lace providing a filmy barrier to paradise. When she offered no resistance, he pressed on, pushing the delicate material aside, slipping his strong fingers deep within her slit. Over and over again he massaged her clit, making her moan with desire. Unable to resist, she nipped the hard muscle of his shoulder, grazing the supple flesh with her teeth.

Light and heat exploded within her and she threw back her head crying out, as she convulsed in ecstasy. He pressed gentle lips to her ear and whispered, “Come to me.” The last thing she saw before reality dimmed was a full wishing moon shining bright in the velvet sky.


Arabella lifted her hips off the bed, searching in vain for someone who wasn’t there. Quaking with desire, she wrapped her arms around herself and tried to breathe. Lying still, she listened to the lonely sounds of silence. The house was quiet. She was all alone, as usual. How wonderful it would be to have someone in her life like that incredible man. She lay there for a moment and relished the sensations she had enjoyed in his arms. Never had she experienced a dream so intense, yet the climax still vibrating between her legs was definitely real.

Searching her memory, she relived the dream. Who was he? He seemed so familiar, but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember where she would have known him from. Maybe the sense of recognition was just an after-effect of the incredibly erotic dream. A face and a body like his would have been impossible to forget. Hugging herself tightly, she fought to hold on to the memory of his touch. When she had awakened from the dream, finding herself alone had been sheer torture. Every fiber in her being longed for him, making her want to reach out and take him in her arms once again. Only, he wasn’t here.

How frustrating. Perhaps the time had come to find a real lover.

She flung the sheet off her body and sat up on the side of the bed. Slowly she stood, and steadied herself enough to walk to the bathroom. Pulling the silk gown over her head, she turned on the shower and faced herself in the vanity mirror. Lifting her long hair from her neck, she twisted the dark strands into a knot and secured the heavy weight with a clip. Leaning closer to the mirror, she gasped. Flipping on the brighter overhead light, she could not believe her eyes or her fingers. Dream or no dream, her neck and upper chest was covered with a faint red rash; a rash left behind by her dream lover’s five o’ clock shadow.

The abrasions on her soft skin seemed to be evidence that more had happened in the twilight hours than just a dream. This intrigued her. How could this be possible? Could he be a real person? Could she return to his arms? The possibilities racing through her mind would have been unusual for most people. However, Arabella Landry was definitely not your typical twenty-four year old woman.

Arabella looked at life through different eyes. For her, the world was a magical place, where probability and certainty could be manipulated by sheer will, and forces existing beyond the bounds of imagination could be tapped into and used to create reality. She had been brought up accepting magick as a way of life.

When she viewed last night’s dream through the lens of magick, a whole new world of possibilities opened up. Something deep within her seemed to be convinced the Adonis with the incredible body actually lived and breathed. Arabella wanted to believe he was a flesh and blood man more than anything.

He had to be real. The words he had whispered were burned in her memory. “Come to me,’ he had said, and she intended to do exactly that…just as soon as she figured out how. She made her shower quick, and after towel drying her body, she slipped on jeans and a soft cotton top.

From the mirror, she could see the reflection of her bed. Nothing would have made her happier than to crawl back between its soft, welcoming sheets and dream. She wanted to see him again. Closing her eyes, Arabella remembered nestling against that incredible chest and clutching those shoulders, which were as broad as a bus. And his face! He had the face of an angel. Undeniably, her dream lover had to be the most powerfully built man she could ever remember seeing, touching, or kissing.

Arabella didn’t have a lot of experience with men. Opening up to people had always been difficult for her. So often when she tried, she’d been slapped down for her trouble. So far, she hadn’t been lucky enough to find a man who could accept her different lifestyle. How incredible it had been to see no judgment in his eyes, only acceptance and desire.

She wanted to hold on to every detail of last night’s dream. The desperation to do something to connect with the sexy phantasm bedeviled her until she realized she needed to make a sketch of him before a single detail of his beautiful face faded from her memory. She sped down the stairs and found her sketchbook. Flipping on the coffee pot, she hopped up on a bar stool and began to draw…him. High cheekbones, chiseled features, soft hair, well-defined abs and steel-strong legs all added up to much more than a sum of his parts. The smoldering look she added to his face came straight from her mind’s eye. Arabella ran her fingers over the drawing, remembering how caressing his skin felt. Propping the sketchpad up on the bar, she poured herself a cup of strong, fragrant coffee. Adding sugar and cream, she stirred the mixture and licked the spoon, all the while studying the portrait she had quickly drawn. He still looked vaguely familiar.

A sense of urgency washed over her. How could she just go about the tasks of the day after last night’s experience? How could she think of anything else but him?


Jade Landale was a prisoner in his own body. Just a few weeks ago, he had been vibrant, alive and free. Now, he might as well be dead—in fact, he fantasized about escaping this nightmare. Paralyzed from his neck down, he couldn’t even swallow on his own. Communication proved to be impossible. Reese had tried, he had continued to ask him questions and instructed him to blink if he understood, but the doctors were not the least bit encouraging. They kept using the term catastrophic injury. Apparently, this time he had really screwed up. Kate had been after him to give up the extreme sports he loved so well, she said his career needed to come first. But he loved the feeling of scaling a sheer rock wall or free diving in the depths of the sea. She told him he would end up killing himself, and, apparently, she’d been right.

Since the diagnosis, Kate had only been in to see him twice and the last time she made an appearance, Jade could tell she’d given up on him. She couldn’t even bring herself to touch his hand. His girlfriend had always been overly squeamish. Apparently, she didn’t have the stomach for a fiancé who might never be more than a vegetable. Despite what Reese told her about the blinking, Kate didn’t believe he could hear her or understand her. Frankly, he wished he had the opportunity to tell her how hard conveying a message to someone who wouldn’t look you in the eye could be. Dr. Reynolds did not want to give up on him; he had said more tests needed to be done before they could be positive of Jade’s prognosis. One of the other doctors assisting on his case said he wasn’t sure Jade was cognizant of his surroundings at all. But he was, much to his dismay—he was, achingly, aware of everything.

The realization of his situation terrified Jade. He screamed endlessly in his head. Over and over, he relived the moment when the bolt failed and he had fallen from one of the sheer faces of E-Rock. He’d known from the moment he landed so brutally and awkwardly at the base of the cliff that his situation was bad. Blessedly, he had only remained conscious for a few moments before passing out. From the moment he regained consciousness, he had known something was horribly wrong, because he felt nothing—absolutely nothing.

The only relief Jade found were his dreams. When he closed his eyes and slept, he could walk and talk and hope and believe that somehow this nightmare would soon be over. Reese and other members of his staff still refused to believe fate could be so cruel. After all, they had pinned their hopes on him being the next governor of the great state of Texas. Now unless a miracle came along, all of his dreams had come to an end.

While a nurse turned him from side to side, giving him a sponge bath, he escaped to a better place deep within his own mind. Last night, he had experienced a particularly intense and strange dream. He had been back on Enchanted Rock—not climbing this time, but with a woman—an amazingly beautiful woman. His dream body had reacted instantly to her, and without the expectations of reality, he had enjoyed her in ways he knew he would probably never enjoy a woman again. She had been so lovely and so very responsive.

Dreams were his only solace, now. He much preferred an alternate reality to this one. The land where he escaped to when he closed his eyes reminded him of something his great grandmother used to tell him. The only daughter of a Cherokee medicine man, she carried with her the old ways and the old beliefs. She used to tell him that even though her body had grown stiff and uncooperative with age, at night—in her dreams—she went to places she could no longer go and did things she was no longer capable of doing. She had called the odd phenomenon ‘walking on the wind’. Maybe, that’s what he had been doing. One thing he knew, his dreams sure beat the hell out of where he was now. He shut his eyes and left the room.


Just leave a comment, or ask a question on this news release and you will be entered into the contest for an ebook of A Wishing Moon.  And there is a simultaneous contest on my website http://sablehunter.com/ under newsletter – tell me about a spooky experience – there will be winners of ebooks there also.

Thanks for reading

Sable Hunter


Feb 10 2011

Are you Born To Be Wild? Check out Cynthia Arsuaga!

Get ready! Break open the wine or beer! You’re gonna need it! Cynthia Arsuaga is here to entertain! Come get some Born to be Wild!

My name is Cynthia Arsuaga and live in the sunny state of Florida. My debut novel, Born To Be Wild, was a joy to write. I don’t know if I had any real inspiration when I sat down and banged the story out on my laptop. All I knew was the heroine had to be smart, quirky, and an average woman with hang-ups about her weight and self-esteem insecurities. When it came to the hero, I wanted a dark and dangerous vampire with hang-ups about his existence. Together they would help each other become better people through love and understanding while battling the “bad vamps”. I loved the story so much, by the time I got to the end of Alex’s and Stefan’s story, I wanted to write another about their world. I’m almost finished with the sequel and with luck, the publisher, Secret Cravings Publishing, will pick it up. Maybe by the end of the year everyone will get to read the next in the series.


Alexandra Carlton, Alex to her friends, the only girl born into a family of vampire hunters with strict rules. She lives and hunts by the Code. Despite insecurities and self-esteem issues about her appearance, she eagerly tracks a rogue vamp carrying a contagious virus, deadly to vampires and humans alike, to prove her worth, to her family and herself.

Alex meets Stefan Marin, a brooding 500 year old vampire. He helps her not only on her quest but tames her wildest passions and discovers the true beauty within her, the beauty he can’t help but fall in love with.

Together, Alex and Stefan break all the rules uncovering more than a virus—hot sex, an uptight FBI Special Agent, spanking, hot sex, a nosy, meddling brother, more hot sex, bondage and submission, murder, and bad vampires.

Will their love survive the wild side they were born to live?


“Who’s we?”

“The Bounty Hunters Society. We keep a complete list of known vamps with their histories, locations, and business dealings. Maybe I’ll do a split screen and check them simultaneously to save us some time.”

Stefan gave her a fierce squint and fell back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest.

“What? You think we don’t watch you vamps and network, Stefan? How do you think we do our job so well? You never figured out our secrets before now?”

“I didn’t think you were…sophisticated, no.”

“Welcome to the world of technology. Now show me your list. I don’t have the entire night you know.”

“Are you always this demanding?”

“No. I’m anxious about finding out if our suspicions are right. I’m kidding about the entire night thing. I can stay awake just as long as you can.”

“Are you challenging me prinţesa?”

“Me? Of course not. Now, how about the list?” But if I were, I’d beat you, for sure.

They faced off with similar taunting grins.

With a few keyed entries on the keyboard, a list of vamps and their respective businesses came up on the monitor. Two hours later and faintly blurry-eyed, Alex stretched her arms over her head and stood.

“Do you have anything to eat here? I’m just a bit hungry and thirsty. This late night work has thrown my diet out of whack.”

“No, I don’t entertain humans here and have no need for your kind of food. Sorry.”

“Great. Not even any soda or even coffee?”

He laughed. “Alexandra? I’m a vampire, why would I have soda or coffee?”

Knowing it broke Rule Number Nine, she asked, “Hmm, how about some of that wine you suggested earlier?”

“Let me check. Any particular vintage you prefer?”

“Anything with a cork and not a screw top is always nice.”

He wrinkled his brow. “I think I can do that.” He pushed back from the desk and swiftly moved into the kitchen area, leaving Alex in the study.

“Don’t entertain women much, do you?” She mumbled as he left the room.

“I heard you, Alexandra.”

“I wanted you to, Stefan.”

Thinking the time had to be late; she walked to the computer and checked the monitor clock—3:49 AM. Oh my God! No wonder I’m exhausted!

Stefan returned with two glasses and a bottle of Syrah.

“You were serious about the wine? Do you know what time it is?”

“If I had to guess, about four.”

“Not quite, but close enough. I need to get back to the hotel and can’t have anything to drink if I’m going to find my way there.”

“Or perhaps you could stay here. You could work on the computer while I’m resting.”

“Resting? Where would I rest? I’m not an insomniac. I need sleep too.”

“You can use the bedroom on this floor. I have my own space downstairs.”

“Pour away, big boy. I’m thirsty.”

The conversation and the wine moved to the living room and the subject changed from the rogue to their personal lives. Alex sat at one end of the leather sofa, far enough away from Stefan’s touch as not to distract her. During the time spent at his desk searching vamps on the computer their thighs brushed. And their fingers touched meeting at the keyboard. Every time they brushed their body parts, her heart pounded in her chest. Due to exhaustion and arousal, keeping feelings and thoughts in check became more difficult as the hours passed. She reminded herself he’s a player, a vamp, ignore him, keep her mind on business. Warts and scars.

Now, sitting on the sofa, sipping the wine, her mind wandered. Alone with a dangerous enforcer vampire should have been enough to scare the shit out of anyone. Standing before her, was a man, a gorgeous, intelligent man and more than anything right now, she wanted him to kiss her like he did last night. Passionately…hard…Toe curling; peel me off the ceiling kind of kissing.

“Tell me about yourself Alexandra. I don’t know anything about you other than you’re from Florida, a vamp hunter, and curse like boys in a locker room.”

His comment brought her back to reality and squelched her sexual appetite. For now. “Okay. You already know the best parts of me.” She chuckled quietly. “What else would you like to know?”

“I want to know more. More intimately perhaps than where you’re from and what you do for a living.” He moved closer across the sofa.

Are you reading my mind again Stefan? Damn you if you are? Meeting her accusatory stare, he stopped, moving close to her. “Ah ha, you are aren’t you?” Putting the wineglass down, she stood in a huff. “I can’t stay here. You’ll attack me while I’m asleep!”

He rose from the sofa, standing within inches of her. The physical closeness sent shivers down her spine and her pulse raced. Except for the strong chemistry and physical attraction between them, they were polar opposites. She wanted him; to know everything about him intimately too. Her pussy tingled and the dampness in her panties caused her to draw in a deep breath. He’s a vampire and would probably smell her arousal. Dammit! How can I hide my desire now?

“You can’t prinţesa mea.” He closed the distance between them. He ran his fingers along her cheek and down under her chin, lifting it slightly. He lowered his lips to hers, brushing them ever so close without touching.

Is he waiting for me to make the final move? Awkward. What is wrong with me? Of course she wanted him to kiss her. God this is breaking one of the rules. Oh hell, go for it Alex, girl! Reaching up, she put her hands around his neck, pulling his lips to hers. Electricity pulsed through her.

His mouth covered hers hard, devouring her thoughts, her body, her very soul. He wrapped her tightly in his embrace, so tight as to almost squeeze off her breath.

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