Goofs & Goofiness: Why I Love A Good Sense of Humor

Picture this. You’re in one of those vans that takes you home after you’ve dropped your car off at a dealership for service. The van has fancy doors that are automatic and when you try and close it the driver says, “It’ll resist you. It closes automatically.” You’re sitting behind the driver. You attempt to reach for the shoulder belt on your right because it’s actually the belt that’s loose against the seat and you discover there’s no latch for the seatbelt. Being the unobservant type you don’t see the left seatbelt because it’s tucked away and you vocalize that you don’t see the latch and everyone in the car (the driver and two other people) looks at you like you’re an idiot. You feel like a dunce for about two seconds. When you say, “Wow you have to be smarter than the seatbelt” you’re greeted with complete silence. As if you hadn’t spoken.

As the driver leaves the dealership the atmosphere is one of sullen silence. The unspoken signal is that everyone is either too tired, too caught up in their own thoughts to desire conversation and/or who knows what. It’s awkward. Perhaps they’re introverts and don’t like to talk much, and that’s okay. (I’m an introvert so I get that.) Many people aren’t comfortable chatting with people they don’t know well.

Yeah, I was the one having fun with the door and the seatbelt. I was the one trying to crack a self-deprecating joke. Why? I’m not visually observant. I’m blind as a bat and although I have glasses, my brain seems like it doesn’t care. Being an empath is part of that, too. I rely a lot more on what I feel in a situation. When I walk into a room I’m much more likely to pick up the atmosphere of what has happened in the room before and what is happening at the time. I’ll pick up things about people in the room. Noticing details such as pictures hanging on the wall might take quite a few more moments for me to notice. Often I have to remind myself to notice things. If I go into a place I’ve never been I’m more likely to have these situations happen where I don’t see what I need to see.

While I don’t have proof of what these people in the van were thinking while I was having fun with the van door and the seatbelt, I can tell you what popped into my head. Man, I love people with a sense of humor. People who like to put other’s at ease. I’m not talking about being artificial, but I love those people who aren’t afraid to joke when something quirky happens or when someone makes it clear they’ve goofed. People who don’t take themselves too seriously are great, too. I don’t like people to be uncomfortable when they’ve fumbled and these days I’m more likely to make a joke to laugh with them and try to show that I totally get it and it’s no big deal XYZ person didn’t know where the seatbelt was. I think that comes from a past where I was bullied by other kids. As a child my default setting when I goofed was to feel shame and humiliation. I know that seems pretty extreme and as an adult that doesn’t usually happen to me any more.

So the older I get the more I appreciate people willing to show warm-heartedness and a sense of humor based on inclusion rather than exclusion. What about you?

Heat Wave: Denise A. Agnew & Be Mine

Hey all! Hope you’re having a fantastic day. Today I thought I’d share a snippet of Heat Wave, my story in the Be Mine: Ten Erotic Romances for Valentine’s Day. Hope you enjoy it!

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From Heat Wave

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Volcanologist Cassidy Harwell’s time away from her old hometown didn’t prepare her for the weirdness she encounters when she returns to Arizona to help a friend understand a bizarre phenomena in town that is creating chaos. There’s a strange humming only a few can hear, and people are sex-crazy beyond the norm. Cassidy encounters danger and police officer Jeremy Tate jumps in to save the day. Jeremy has always held a special place in her heart, and now he’s one hot man she can’t resist.

Jeremy has always wanted Cassidy in his life, but not if investigating the phenomena in town might throw her into danger. He’s along for the ride, ready to protect her and tackle the overwhelming heat growing between them.

With a paranormal mystery looming and their attraction sizzling, they could fall prey to otherworldly forces and lose a chance at the love of a lifetime.

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He left his bedroom in t-shirt, jeans and barefoot. One lamp near the couch threw muted light across the living room, while all the lights in the kitchen blazed. He grinned, amused as she moved about the kitchen doing multiple tasks. The coffee maker gasped and sputtered.

She looked up and smiled, and the entire world brightened. She wore a white top covered by an open long-sleeved navy blue shirt. Her wavy, almost black hair fell to just around her shoulders. Her blue eyes sparkled back at him behind those geeky glasses. She wore little if any makeup as far as he could tell and her skin was amazingly fair. She moved around as if she should have banged pots and pans in his kitchen and in his world all this time. She belonged here. The idea knocked him back, made him pause in the middle of the living room.

Her grin widened as she also stopped. “Hey there. Did I wake you up?”

Still stunned by his thoughts he said, “No.”

“Hope it’s okay, but I woke up with this huge appetite. I swear since I arrived in Bristol Peak my appetite is crazy. I’m hungry all the time. If I keep eating like this my ass isn’t going to fit through the door.”

“Are you serious? There’s absolutely nothing wrong with your ass.”

She tossed another happy grin at him. “Flattery might get you somewhere. Omelet sound good?”

“Sure.” His stomach growled loudly. “Toast and bacon sounds good, too.”

“Bacon,” she said with a teasing growl. “Now I know you’re a real man.”

A flare of heat gathered in his groin. Christ, Tate, get a hold of yourself. He walked slowly around the kitchen counter and stood next to her.

“A real man, eh?” he said softly.

Her eyes widened a little, and she looked up at him. “Yeah.”

Damn, if her little tongue didn’t dart out to lick her bottom lip. He wanted that mouth under his again. He wanted to tell her exactly what he was thinking and feeling. Instead he started helping her with breakfast.

She shooed him away. “Have a seat. This is the least I can do. You’re giving me room and board.”

He watched her hustle around the kitchen, working with an efficiency and self-confidence that impressed him.

A considerable time went by before he saw money on the counter. “What’s this?”

“For food. I’m not staying here without contributing.”

He laughed. “Cassidy—“

“Nope.” She scrambled theeggs fast, like a woman possessed. “That’s it. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

He grunted. “I kind of remember that about you.”

“I’ve always been pretty good at getting what I want.”

As she moved around the kitchen, he grabbed a mug of coffee and sat at the breakfast bar and watched. He liked the efficient way she moved.

“Since when do you like to cook?” he asked. “You used to hate it, and if I remember right, you weren’t good at it.”

She lifted one eyebrow but didn’t pause. “I changed. I got tired of eating out of boxes and microwaves.”

“Me, too. But my skills still suck.”

They laughed. A burning need to know more assaulted him, as if they ran out of time. It was a crazy notion.

“Tell me everything,” he said.

She glanced up as she snatched a bread slice from the toaster. “Everything about what?”

“The last fifteen years.”

So she told him about her life in the shadows of volcanoes in Central and South America, and as she explained he worried.

“South American can be dangerous,” he said as he sipped black coffee.

She shrugged. “It can be. But I’ve never had a problem in all those years.”

Admiration mixed with his concern. Conveying his worry to any woman outside of his family members didn’t come easy. An urgency to confess everything in his life ran through him. He couldn’t stop himself.

“I wish you didn’t have to go back there,” he said.

She laid a plate of bacon, an omelet and toast in front of him. Her happy-go-lucky expression disappeared. “Why?”

“Because…I don’t like the idea of you in danger. It made me crazy when I realized it was you in that motel room and that idiot could have hurt you.”

Her eyes, usually as cool as a long drink of water, warmed and flared. “Well, if we’re confessing stuff…when I saw you it did weird things to me.”

“Weird things? That doesn’t sound good.”

“No, I mean weird as in here I was in a perilous situation and you saved me. It was like a hero rescuing the damsel in distress. I’ve never put much stock in that sort of thing, but everything inside me reacted that way. I was not only so happy to see you, my body was…”

Her body? God, he liked the sound of that. “Yeah?”

“I was…” She shrugged and her cheeks turned a bright pink. “I’m attracted to you. I was more than attracted. I was so hot it’s no wonder I didn’t combust.”

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Be Mine: Shoshanna Evers & Snowed In With The Tycoon

This week I’m highlighting Shoshanna Evers story, Snowed In With The Tycoon. Shoshanna’s story is in the box set Be Mine: Ten Erotic Romances For Valentine’s Day. Take a sneak peak into this story!

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With foreclosure on her home looming and the Geddes Animal Rescue at risk, Sarah Geddes will do anything to save her land from being destroyed for handsome tycoon Mike Cavender’s multi-million dollar real estate development.

Sarah has learned the hard way after escaping an abusive relationship that she can’t trust men. But when Mike is snowed in with Sarah on the very piece of land they are both fighting for, she can’t deny the electricity coursing between them.

As for Mike, well, he has no intention of falling in love again after losing his wife in a car crash four years ago — especially not with the one woman who stands between him and his life’s work. Still, something about Sarah Geddes has him realizing that even when they’re snowed in, things can heat up quickly…

Their desire keeps them hot even in the cold of winter, and this time, she won’t be saying no… Soon Sarah realizes it’s not just her home she is in danger of losing to Mike Cavender – it’s her heart.

Snowed In With The Tycoon is a full-length steamy contemporary romance novel from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Shoshanna Evers.

Excerpt:

“I came outside to be alone, Mike, and now you keep trying to delve into my personal life.”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I mean—I’m not sorry I’m trying to get to know you better. I’m sorry this happened to you.”
She whirled around in his arms, forcing his hands to drop away from her. “I don’t want you to think you can get away with treating me like shit just because somebody else already did.”
Mike stared at her. “I would never—”
“I’ve grown a lot since I left Jeremy,” she interrupted. “I won’t be treated like that ever again.”
“I would never hurt you,” Mike said.
“If that were true then you wouldn’t be trying to get me to sell my home,” Sarah said. “I should never have told you about Jeremy. I just wanted to stand outside and cool off.”
“You should be beyond cooled off by now,” Mike said. “It’s freezing out here.”
“I’m not cold,” she lied.
“Do you want my coat?” Mike started to take off his wool trench coat but Sarah stopped him.
“I don’t want anything from you.” Sarah turned away when Mike leaned down and grabbed a handful of freshly fallen snow.
“I think I’ve just figured a way to get you to come inside where it’s warm,” he said as he pulled her turtleneck shirt open at the top and stuffed the snow down onto her bare skin. The icy coldness hit her like a blast and trickled down between her breasts.
“What are you, twelve?” she shrieked. She picked up snow and threw it in his handsome face.
He laughed and shook his head like a dog before leaning down to make a quick, loosely packed snowball. “Sorry about that. And this.” He threw the snowball and it hit her in the leg, bursting open on her jeans.
“You are unbelievable,” she muttered as she swung her own snowball right at his head. She didn’t pull any punches like he had done. Her snow ball hit hard.
“Wow, you should have been a baseball player or something,” he said. He rubbed his head and laughed when she used the opportunity to pelt him in the stomach with another ball of snow.
“You started it,” Sarah said as she walked over to him. Her hands were freezing from making snowballs without gloves on. “Hope you don’t mind, I need to warm up my hands.”
She shoved her ice cold hands under his coat and let them slip up under his shirt. Her fingers grazed muscle covered in a fine dusting of hair. Mike inhaled sharply.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Sarah said sweetly. “Is it uncomfortable to have something ice cold on your chest?” She ran her hands up to his pecs.
“I get it, I get it,” he said. “I’m sorry I put snow down your shirt.”
“Oh, that’s fine. But this is your penance.” She let her hands linger, absorbing his body heat into her chilled finger tips.
“Okay,” he whispered. He put his hand behind her head and drew her even closer. Sarah looked up into his chocolate brown eyes as he pressed his lips against hers. Even though his lips felt cold, his kiss warmed her.
She opened her mouth and let him in, kissing him back, running her hands up underneath his shirt.
Her bodyclenched in anticipation of something that could never go anywhere—this kiss could never be enough to slake the thirst she felt for Mike.
“I thought you said this was never going to happen again?” she asked.
“I don’t want to think. I just want to kiss.” He opened his coat and wrapped it around her so her body pressed against his. The warmth of the coat covered her like a blanket. It smelled like him—like expensive cologne mixed with something else uniquely Mike.
“Nice coat,” she said against his lips as he gently nipped at her lower lip. She bit back a moan of pleasure.
“You can have it,” he murmured. “You can have anything.”
Sarah pulled away from his kiss and looked at him, the reality of their situation sinking back in. “I want my mother back.”
Mike stopped kissing her and looked back into her eyes. “I know. But keeping the house isn’t the same as keeping your mother.”

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Be Mine: Crashing Down By Cathryn Fox

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CRASHING DOWN

When reckless meets responsible…

Straight A student Kathryn Lane is all work and no play. She’s determined to keep her scholarship, and that means no distractions…until she takes a summer internship at Stone Cliff Resort and meets bad boy Noah Ryan. She knows she should keep her distance—after all he’s not the kind of guy she can bring home to daddy—but his disarming smile and dangerous ways are entirely too tempting.

College dropout, Noah Ryan takes one look at Kathryn and instantly knows her type—ambitious, driven and determined, just like he used to be, before the accident that derailed his life and left him an emotional wreck. He vows to avoid her, but when a co-worker backs him into a bet he can’t refuse, everything he’s been running from is challenged and he’s forced to confront his demons.

Soon, Kathryn and Noah are lost to everything except each other. As their lives become entwined, their passion is reckless, their heat all-consuming but when hurtful truths spill out, can Noah prove himself worthy of the one girl who can heal his wounded heart, or will the fire they ignited turn to ash when it all comes crashing down?

Excerpt:

“You reek of sex.”

Noah Ryan grinned at his buddy Jared, a guy he’d gotten to know over the last couple of years while living and working at Stone Cliff Resort in the Canadian Rocky Mountains. Taking his friend’s ribbing in stride, Noah scrubbed his hands through his disheveled hair, and sank down onto the driftwood next to him, setting his motorcycle helmet at his feet. He let his glance surf over the crowd gathered around the nightly, beachside bonfire. He zeroed in on a cute blonde with big tits and gave Jared a wry smirk. “Not yet I don’t.”

Jared reached into the cooler, pulled out a cold brew and handed it to Noah. “Yeah, well that’s a matter of opinion.”

“Fuck you.” Noah laughed and twisted off the cap, the taste of weed and smoke scratching his dry throat like coarse sandpaper. “How the hell can I reek of sex when I just crawled out of bed, alone?”

Jared shrugged. “Well your bed smells like sex, then.”

Okay, so that was probably true. His bed likely did smell like sex. Sometimes a hard, mindless fuck chased away the chills that had taken up residency inside him since the accident a little over three years ago. Then again, sometimes it didn’t. Sometimes the demons managed to tunnel their way past the wall he’d built despite the warm body next to him.

Noah took a long pull from the bottle, and washed the grit from his throat. Too bad the alcohol did little to drown the pain that blackened his soul. Then again, did he really deserve for it too?

He worked to push all dark thoughts aside, and tried to keep things light. He nudged his friend with his elbow. “Ah, come on, Jared. Don’t be jealous ’cause I’m getting all the play and you’re not.”

Jared waved to Ryan and Bobbie, a couple of locals who just rolled in, before he flicked his beer cap at Noah. “Yeah, well fuck you. I get all the play I need, or I would be if you weren’t always hovering around.” Two well-built dark haired hotties moved in front of them, smiling flirtatiously at Noah. “Christ, Noah, what the hell is it about you?” He clucked his lips and added, “You’re like nectar to the honey bee, my man.”

Laughing, Noah took another swig from the bottle as the cute blonde he’d been eying glanced his way. He caught the mischief in her gaze and pegged her as a local, a rich townie who’d just returned home from university. He knew her type all too well. She’d spend her days lounging on the water with her friends and her nights here at the beach, otherwise known as the Cave, where many of the resort staff and locals alike gathered for a little action. Not that he was judging her. He wasn’t. After all, unlike him she was getting an education and going places.

With exhaustion pulling at him, Noah stretched his arms over his head and stifled a yawn. He hadn’t planned on hanging out with Jared tonight, but since he couldn’t take staring at his ceiling for one more minute, he decided if he couldn’t sleep, he might as well get laid. The little townie gave him a look that said, come get some and his cock twitched, but before he made his move on the blonde, he shifted closer to his friend. He pulled an envelope from his back pocket and slipped it to him, wanting to do this exchange off resort and away from their manager’s, Donald Brake’s, watchful eye.

“Noah…” Jared looked down at the envelope and shook his head. “Shit.” He stole a quick glance around before he shoved the bills into his pocket. “But you were saving…you can’t afford-”

“And you can’t afford not to.” He looked pointedly at the swelling beneath Jared’s bruised eye. Even though he claimed the injury had happened when he fell off the raft during yesterday’s rough, white-water ride down Canyon Run, Noah knew better. Noah pitched his voice low, his words for Jared’s ears only. “You keep fucking with these guys and you’ll lose more than just your job. You know that right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Jared said gravely, dark eyes cast downward in worry as he rubbed his temples with his thumbs. “Christ I had a straight flush. I never thought I could lose.” He fisted his short-cropped hair and gave a tug. “I mean come on, what are the fucking odds that the other guy beat me with a royal flush?”

“A trillion to one,” Noah said. He didn’t to do the mental math that came so easily to him as he finished off his beer and reached for another, handing one to Jared as well. Even though Jared was as big of a fuck up as he was, the guy was a damn hard worker, and in a few short years had climbed his way up from bellboy to concierge. That job was his life, and Noah wasn’t about to stand around and see that get taken from him.

With his pulse on the action, it was Jared’s job to get to know the guests and see that their needs were being met. What he wasn’t supposed to do was socialize with those guests, or get himself invited to the after hour’s poker game that the resort’s management turned a blind eye to. The high-rolling businessmen, who came to town for the annual weeklong event, weren’t the kind of guys who took kindly to getting stiffed. You owed them money, you paid your debt. One way or another.

Noah’s glance shot to the blonde. Then again who was he too lecture about rules, considering he was about to break one himself. Even when off duty the staff wasn’t supposed to do anything to bring negative attention to the resort, which meant picking up a local for a quick fuck on the rocks was pretty much all kind of wrong.

“I’ll pay you back,” Jared said.

The blonde gave Noah a once over and a satisfied grin. “You just keep yourself out of trouble.”

Jared followed the direction of Noah’s gaze, and when he glimpsed the girl Noah had his sights set on, he shook his head. “You’re one to talk. That girl has trouble written all over her.”

“Good,” Noah said smirking.

“She’s got a boyfriend, Noah,” Jared warned. “And he’s a big bastard.”

“I think you’re mistaken.” Ignoring Jared’s warning, Noah stood and shoved one hand into his pocket, pulling his worn and faded jean lower on his hips, a not so subtle invitation that brought the blonde’s attention right where he wanted it. “I think she’s looking for a little play.”

Jared gave him a look that suggested he was either crazy, or had a death wish, or possibly both. Maybe he was right.

“Yeah? What makes you say that?” Jared asked.

“She wouldn’t be wearing a shirt that showed off her tits if she didn’t want me to look.”

While Jared cursed under his breath, Noah moved through the throng of people. Seconds before he reached blondie some douche bag stepped in front of him to block his path. Noah nudged him with his shoulder, shoving him out of the way. With single-minded determination he moved past him, but when the guy said, “Is there a problem here, pal?” it stopped Noah dead in his tracks.

He turned and sized up the steroid induced mouth breather and shrugged. “Listen dude,” Noah began. “As far as I can tell the only problem here is that you’re standing between me,” he paused to poke his finger in the direction of the girl watching him with big curious eyes, “and her.”

The guy grabbed Noah’s arm, his nostrils flaring as he yanked Noah closer. Even at six feet, Noah had to lift his chin to meet the guy’s eyes. The ogre gripped him tighter, his sausage fingers digging into Noah’s biceps.

Like a wire stretched tight, Noah snapped. “Get the fuck off me.” His skin came alive as he jerked his arm free. Christ, he didn’t like to be touched. Touching made him feel…well, it made him feel.

As old blood-soaked memories clawed their way to the surface, visions of his best friend clutching his arm like it was his lifeline swamped him. But Noah hadn’t been Jonny’s lifeline. Oh no, not at all. Noah was a fuck up, and the sole reason Jonny was dead.

“…Noah,”

He heard Jared saying something, pleading with him, but the words were lost in the foggy haze clouding his mind, riding circles around his brain on the pain that came with remembering.

“Maybe you should listen to your boyfriend,” the ogre said.

Noah laughed in his face. “Maybe you should suck my dick.”

The mouth breather fisted his hands and drew his arm back. Heart racing, Noah stood there, his body braced as he prepared for the pain. Welcomed it.

Deserved it.

Like a hard fuck, sometimes a good punch in the face sent the demons scurrying. For a little while, anyway.

The hit came sure and swift, and Noah’s teeth clashed as he flew backwards toward the water. The damp sandy shore padded his fall, but the cold waves crashing over his body snapped his groggy senses back to life faster than a broken condom. He jumped to his feet and spit a mouth full of blood onto the sand as the primate came at him again, his knuckles practically dragging on the ground.

“Stop it, Alex,” a shrill voice cried out and Noah’s heart sank as the girl he’d been stalking halted the fight. Jesus, he’d wanted that next blow. Craved it. Noah wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as blondie pounded her fists into Alex’s chest.

Fuck if Jared hadn’t been right. Blondie did have a boyfriend, and the big bastard’s name was Alex.

Alex grabbed the girl’s hands, and pinned them to her sides. She squirmed and fought against him, the back of her shirt lifting to show a tramp stamp that Noah was certain her good folks knew nothing about. Damned if she wasn’t just the girl he needed tonight.

“Stay out of this, Dara,” the ape named Alex warned.

Noah took a threatening step toward Alex. “Take your fucking hands off her.”

“Noah,” Jared warned again as the crowd gathered around them. The bonfire burned bright, the fiery embers sparking like angry fireflies in the dark night sky, casting a flickering spotlight on the scene playing out before them. “You start this shit again, and Donald won’t give you any more chances,” he bit out harshly, but Noah was too far gone, too far down the road filled with blood and bad memories to walk away.

“I didn’t start it.” He swiped his tongue over his swollen lip and jutted his chin toward Alex. “He did. I’m just going to finish it.”

Bio:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cathryn Fox is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. Cathryn has two teenagers who keep her busy and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. When not writing, Cathryn can be found laughing over lunch with friends, hanging out with her kids, or watching a big action flick with her husband.

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Be Mine: Jan Springer’s Marley’s Menage

Be Mine: Ten Erotic Romances For Valentine’s Day is going strong in the rankings! Thanks to everyone who is preordering! I’ve shared a snippet of Heat Wave, my story in the collection, and today I have a sneak peak into Jan Springer’s Marley’s Menage. If you haven’t entered the rafflecopter contest, please do at the bottom of this blog. Enjoy!

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Single soon-to-be mom Marley Madison has had some wicked cravings in her day, but being pregnant has made her cravings downright…naughty. She wants a ménage and she needs it bad. When she gets word her local swinger’s club is having a ménage night specifically for pregnant women, count her in! Marley’s ex-flames Rick Antonia and Kacey Poole have just gotten back to town after serving in the Special Ops for many years. When the two men spot Marley at the Key Club, they can’t believe how much she’s changed. Her sweetly rounded belly arouses them to no end and her curvy breasts intrigue them. They want her back in their bed and they’re going to make sure her dream of a scorching ménage comes true! Suddenly Marley is pleasure bound and shocked that her two ex-lovers are as passionate as ever. She’s never been so aroused by their caring touches and tender kisses…but Marley was in love with them years ago and she’s vowed not to let that complication happen again…

Excerpt

“I’m proud of you, little sis. You wanted a baby without a man, and you went for it. You want a ménage while pregnant and I am giving you the go-ahead. I heard the Key Club is having a Baby Bump Ménage evening for pregnant women and for the men who have pregnancy fetishes. Since Jaxie has trained all and any male participants fascinated in having sex with a pregnant woman, you might be interested in putting your name in. Sex with complete strangers might scratch the itch, so to speak. Do you still have a membership with the Club?”

Marley nodded and laughed. “Who doesn’t in this town? But yeah, sure, I’ll think about it.”

“Don’t think too long. It’s tomorrow night and it only comes around every few months. It would be the safest route, because we all know how Jaxie loves to screen her members for sexually transmitted diseases, crazies and such. And it’s no strings, just the way you like it. If you decide to go for it, tell Jaxie to call me and I’ll give her the go- ahead to allow you to participate.”

No strings. Yes, she’d like that. Marley hadn’t had any problems with the guys she’d had casual sex with at the Key Club on other occasions. She just hadn’t had a ménage in awhile. Actually not since…pain lashed through her as memories of two of the sexiest men she’d ever known came to mind. She clamped down on the unwanted memories from her past. She didn’t want to go there. It would just ruin her mood. But she sure did have a need to feel a couple of men’s tender hands caressing her newly formed curves.

Bio

New York Times & USA Today Best Selling Author Jan Springer writes erotic romances for Spunky Girl Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Totally Bound, Siren Bookstrand and Pocket Books. She lives in Ontario, Canada on four acres of secluded wilderness. Jan enjoys gardening, hiking, kayaking, reading and writing. She is a member of the Writers Union of Canada and Romance Writers of America.

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Snowed in With the Tycoonby Shoshanna Evers
When they get snowed in together on the same piece of land they’re each fighting for, unexpected desire sparks.

Wrong Bride†by Geri Foster
Short, sexy, fun…

Crashing Down†by Cathryn Fox
Will the fire they created turn to ash when truths come spilling out?

Eternal Ever After†by A.C. James
BDSM and HOT alpha Vampires… Oh, my!

The Erotic Dark (A BDSM Erotica Novel)†by Nina Lane
A downright dirty book!

Stay the Night: A Navy Seal Erotic Romance†by Caridad Pineiro

He was the kind of man that every woman would want . . .

Marley’s MÈnage†by Jan Springer
Single, soon-to-be mom, Marley Madison’s latest cravings are downright…naughty. She wants a menage, and she needs it bad.

Heat Wave†by Denise A. Agnew
He’s one hot man she can’t resist

Romance Quickies (Encounter 2)†by Monique DuBois
Brooke is determined to have a one-night stand, but will the sexy stranger let her ride him on the subway?

Morgan’s Match†by Krystal Shannan
The biggest catch to being a matchmaker…you can’t work a spell on yourself.

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So…won’t you Be Mine?

~Ten Complete Stories, Professionally Formatted, Limited Release~

Snowed in With the Tycoonby Shoshanna Evers
When they get snowed in together on the same piece of land they’re each fighting for, unexpected desire sparks.

Wrong Bride†by Geri Foster
Short, sexy, fun…

Crashing Down†by Cathryn Fox
Will the fire they created turn to ash when truths come spilling out?

Eternal Ever After†by A.C. James
BDSM and HOT alpha Vampires… Oh, my!

The Erotic Dark (A BDSM Erotica Novel)†by Nina Lane
A downright dirty book!

Stay the Night: A Navy Seal Erotic Romance†by Caridad Pineiro

He was the kind of man that every woman would want . . .

Marley’s MÈnage†by Jan Springer
Single, soon-to-be mom, Marley Madison’s latest cravings are downright…naughty. She wants a menage, and she needs it bad.

Heat Wave†by Denise A. Agnew
He’s one hot man she can’t resist

Romance Quickies (Encounter 2)†by Monique DuBois
Brooke is determined to have a one-night stand, but will the sexy stranger let her ride him on the subway?

Morgan’s Match†by Krystal Shannan
The biggest catch to being a matchmaker…you can’t work a spell on yourself.

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Be Mine: Ten Erotic Romances On Preorder Now!

Happy New Year everyone! I hope your holidays were amazing. To start the year off right, I’m in a boxed set with nine amazing authors who write a variety of erotic romance for every taste. This extraordinary set is called Be Mine: Ten Erotic Romances for Valentine’s Day.  After the boxed set intro below check out the mini excerpt from my entry in the boxed set, Heat Wave. I hope you’ll preorder this book now because it’s only 99 cents for a limited time! See links to get your copy just below the cover.

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 Be Mine — Ten Erotic Romances for Valentine’s Day features contemporary romance, paranormal romance, military romance, and BDSM romance from today’s New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors. This box set is ONLY available for a LIMITED TIME so get your copy before it’s gone.

So…Won’t you be mine?

~Ten Complete Stories, Professionally Formatted, Limited Release~

Snowed in With the Tycoon by Shoshanna Evers

When they get snowed in together on the same piece of land they’re each fighting for, unexpected desire sparks.

Wrong Bride by Geri Foster

Short, sexy, fun…

Crashing Down by Cathryn Fox

Will the fire they created turn to ash when truths come spilling out?

Eternal Ever After by A.C. James

BDSM and HOT alpha Vampires… Oh, my!

The Erotic Dark (A BDSM Erotica Novel) by Nina Lane

A downright dirty book!

Stay the Night: A Navy Seal Erotic Romance by Caridad Pineiro

He was the kind of man that every woman would want . . .

Marley’s Ménage by Jan Springer

Single, soon-to-be mom, Marley Madison’s latest cravings are downright…naughty, she wants a menage and she needs it bad.

Heat Wave by Denise A. Agnew

He’s one hot man she can’t resist.

Romance Quickies (Encounter 2) by Monique DuBois

Brooke is determined to have a one-night stand, but will the sexy stranger let her ride him on the subway?

Morgan’s Match by Krystal Shannan

The biggest catch to being a matchmaker…you can’t work a spell on yourself.

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Now, a mini excerpt from Heat Wave.

Volcanologist Cassidy Harwell’s time away from her old hometown didn’t prepare her for the weirdness she encounters when she returns to Arizona to help a friend understand a bizarre phenomena in town that is creating chaos. There’s a strange humming only a few can hear, and people are sex-crazy beyond the norm. Cassidy encounters danger and police officer Jeremy Tate jumps in to save the day. Jeremy has always held a special place in her heart, and now he’s one hot man she can’t resist.

Jeremy has always wanted Cassidy in his life, but not if investigating the phenomena in town might throw her into danger. He’s along for the ride, ready to protect her and tackle the overwhelming heat growing between them.

With a paranormal mystery looming and their attraction sizzling, they could fall prey to otherworldly forces and lose a chance at the love of a lifetime.

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She hadn’t taken more than two steps out of the bathroom when she heard a different noise. Definitely not the hum.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

A terrified scream came from the parking lot.

What the—

She didn’t have time to move before the door crashed open and slammed against the wall. She stumbled back and landed straight on her ass. A man dragged a woman into the room. Cassidy’s breath caught in her throat. The guy’s beefy forearm was looped around the plump young woman’s neck. The woman wore a ragged blue t-shirt and short shorts. Blue eyes filled with terror, the young woman stared at Cassidy as if she might be the cavalry. The woman whimpered, her breath coming hard and fast. Stark terror etched the woman’s face.

“What are you—”

“Shut up!” The man glared at Cassidy and leveled the handgun at her.

Cassidy realized this dude meant business. Wild, bloodshot brown eyes glared at her out of a round, droopy mustached face. He was totally bald. He wore a black biker jacket, nondescript black t-shirt and jeans. He had to be roasting in the leather jacket, and sweat beaded on his forehead.

On instinct Cassidy held her hands up. “Um…hey, it’s all right. I don’t want any trouble.”

He aimed a handgun straight at Cassidy, and her heart jammed into her throat. Anything she might have said strangled into silence. For a few mind-melting seconds, Cassidy wondered if this was it; if her thirty-five years of life would resolve in one microsecond of terror. She froze in place as if the gun-wielding nut job was a pit viper and she tasty prey. She didn’t have time to bring forth her legendary bravery, the kind that pushed her to climb steaming calderas in Central and South America.

Before she could even imagine what to do next, Pissed-Off-And-Friggin’-Nuts pointed his gun at the young woman’s head once again.

“Maybe I should just off you right now, sugar,” the man said to the woman he held.

Cassidy closed her eyes, certain she didn’t want to see the poor woman’s brains splattered all over the wall. She swallowed hard as nausea rose upward into her throat. A tremor wracked her body. When she didn’t hear a gunshot, she opened her eyes. Cassidy heard car tires crunching across the gravel parking lot. She drew in a sharp breath. The old motel was filled to the rafters with journalists. Maybe one of them was returning.

The young woman whimpered and sagged in the man’s arms. He let her go. She landed with a thud on her left side and didn’t move.

The man turned his gaze on Cassidy and gave her a yellow grin. “Bitch, maybe you can help me. Get over here.”

She froze to the spot.

“Sheriff’s Department. Drop your weapon.”

Cassidy started at the new voice. It came from the doorway, a deep and authoritative sound that wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Relief almost made her faint, and she’d never passed out in her life. The real cavalry was here. Second to consolation came anger. She wanted to kick the bruiser with the gun square in the gonads.

The woman on the floor sat up and put one hand out toward the doorway. “Please don’t hurt him. He’s never, ever done anything like this before in his life. He isn’t a bad man. It’s this damned heat wave. It just ain’t right.”

Bruiser’s eyes suddenly went blank, as if he wasn’t a human but a machine operating the cogs behind that gaze. He looked at the gun in his hand. “What the hell is going on?”

Cassidy didn’t answer, startled by the sudden change in attitude. Maybe he was on meth or another drug. He dropped the gun and put his hands up. Two men rushed into the room, one in a sort of battle dress uniform soldiers usually wore, the other in jeans and a dark t-shirt. Both men were big, well-muscled and holding handguns out in front of them. The man in jeans took charge of the bruiser immediately, handcuffing him quickly while soldier-boy asked the young woman if she was all right and helped her to her feet. The woman sobbed and started explaining how her boyfriend had freaked out, and he’d never done anything like this before. Cassidy rose to her feet before anyone could check on her.

“It had to be the hum I’m telling you,” the woman said, her face streaked with tears and distress.

Bruiser visibly trembled, his eyes no longer wild and violent, but shocked and remorseful. “Ah hell man, I don’t know what happened.”

Sirens wailed in the distance, and two more sheriff’s deputies arrived. That’s when Cassidy took a clear look at the deputy in the military-style clothing. He turned towards her, gaze intent. Everything inside her, every primal female need long suppressed, rose up and took notice. Holy cow. She couldn’t digest the heat that came over her, and it had nothing to do with the roasting temperatures outside.

Mister Save-The-Day was the hottest man she’d seen in, like…well, she couldn’t remember. His black hair laid close cut to his handsome head. No, “handsome” didn’t quite suit the guy because it didn’t accurately describe his raw masculinity. “Good-looking” was too dim a descriptor, too mild. “Good-looking” was for male models that looked more suited to riding on polo horses than conquering an incoming enemy.

The dude had a large nose, a sharply cut jaw and cheekbones, and his eyes…well, his eyes reminded her of gunmetal. Power radiated from the deputy, as if his energy had the capability to light up the room. Any woman with half a hormone would notice him even in a crowd. Everything about the man screamed that he was the type to take charge, with broad shoulders and wide chest. With the gun holstered at his waist, he looked as if he could single-handedly crack bruiser’s head without so much as breaking a sweat. The army uniform wasn’t—she could see now the sheriff’s department patch and the shoulder radio.

Hot.

New Release: Ashfall (Wasteland Trilogy #1)

Every author is excited (and sometimes terrified) when a new release comes out. Many moons ago I resolved to remember that it’s all good. A book release is a celebration! Celebrate with me as Ashfall, the first book in my The Wasteland Trilogy comes out at Liquid Silver Books. You can also find it at AmazonBarnes and Noble and All Romance Ebooks. Other outlets should be available soon.

When did I get the idea for this trilogy? Only this year. Yep, that’s right. Sometimes I have a book idea for years before it gets written, and other times a book idea grabs me by the hairs and demands I write it NOW. In truth I thought of writing a book set during a super volcano eruption for a few years. Yet it wasn’t until this year that ideas really started to rumble. I thought of three former military characters as the heroes but wasn’t sure how I wanted to present them. One novel with just their adventures? No. How about three adventures? And The Wasteland Trilogy was born. In this excerpt I introduce you to the seriously hot hero Adam Becker and the gutsy heroine Mally. After the excerpt check out the cover for Darkfall which releases March 9.

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Amazon  Liquid Silver Books  Barnes and Noble

A strong woman and a former Air Force pararescueman tangle with a new world forged by an apocalypse no one could stop.

Mally Andretti survived an apocalypse that has altered the world. Tucked away in a huge compound she should feel safe, but loneliness eats away at her. Until a deep, mysterious voice tantalizes her over the ham radio and invites her into soul deep conversation. Who is the man who claims to be her friend, who awakens mental and physical cravings?

Working for a private security company takes all of former Air Force pararescueman Adam Becker’s time, until a sexy voice on the ham radio tempts him to do and say things he’s never done before. Mally calls on every fiercely protective instinctive inside him, and when she’s in serious danger he’ll do anything to get to her in time.

* *

Adam and the two other men shuffled Tanner out of the house and through the gate. After they’d released the idiot outside the gate, only Adam returned to the front door. The other two men stood outside the still open gate, weapons at the ready. A curious mixture of excitement and caution mingled in her psyche. Whoever Adam Becker really was, he scared the crap out of her in so many ways. Her gaze snagged on his body, and just from the way he moved, from the confidence he displayed, she imagined he was an interesting lover. But which type of lover was he? Uncouth and ruthless, or gentle and accommodating?

Really? She was thinking about this now? She’d officially lost her mind.

He stopped at the front door, a frown still in place, his weapon anchored over his body by a sling. He tucked the thumb on his left hand into his belt. His wide shoulders, muscled biceps and powerful forearms screamed intimidation.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Wonderful.” She knew her comment was laced with sarcasm.

“Can I come in a moment?” he asked quietly.

When she hesitated, he took off his sunglasses and hooked them in the front of his vest. She dared gaze into the darkest brown eyes she’d ever seen. But there was worry and warmth in those eyes, too. Now that his face was entirely revealed, she could see his heritage in his light cocoa skin. His features were craggy in that his nose was a bit sharp and long and his jaw too hard. His mouth was…well, it was just right. Kissable. Embarrassed by the ridiculous and out-of-place fantasizing, she felt her face heating. She jerked her gaze from his.

“Mally, I’m not going to hurt you.” He glanced down at the Glock in her hand. “Hey, you’ve got a weapon. If I pull anything, you can just shoot me.”

She couldn’t smile, the situation was too bizarre and her heart thudded too fast. She backed away to let him inside, and continued into the living room. Feeling a little ridiculous, she took a risk and set her Glock on the coffee table.

He crossed his arms. “Serious heat you’re packing there.”

“Do you blame me?”

“Hell no.”

For a few seconds he said nothing, but then he approached. Her insides trembled, uncertainty gripping her. He drew nearer, and she felt like a deer about to bolt. When he stood close beside her, his attention like a hot brand on her face, she tilted her head slightly back to examine him. He was easily over six feet, and at five foot seven she felt seriously at a disadvantage. In sheer muscle he outweighed her by a sizable amount. She could easily picture him saving other military personnel in his capacity of pararescueman. Right then her legs turned to gelatin. Either Tanner’s intrusion had disturbed her more than she thought, or this man’s mere presence set off a weird reaction.

Impulsively she put her hand on his vest, ready to push him away. “Think you’re standing close enough?”

His hand covered hers and held it in place, and he edged the tiniest bit closer. She drew in a sharp little breath.

“God,” he said softly as he looked down at her. “You’re trembling. It’s okay. No one’s going to hurt you. You’re safe with me.”

“What about your friends?”

He shook his head. “They’re solid guys. If one even considered touching you, I’d pound their faces.”

Heat danced through her, and she couldn’t help smiling just a little. She drew in a deep breath. He smelled like man…a mild mix of musk and maybe leather. It penetrated her senses and sent the warmth higher. Her fingers curled into his ballistic nylon vest. Recklessness beat in her veins, and she’d never felt anything quite like it before.

“You’re touching me,” she said, breathless. Heat filled her cheeks when it dawned on her how moronic the statement sounded.

A smile danced in his eyes and on his mouth. “Yeah.”

“That gives me the right to shoot you.”

His gaze drifted down to her lips. “Yeah?”

A wild tingle danced in her belly. Her lips parted. “Absolutely.”

Before she could do more than blink a couple of times, his mouth came down and brushed warmly over hers.

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Whoooooohooo! Is it hot in here. Hope you enjoyed the excerpt. Also take a look at the hot cover for Darkfall!

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Guest Author: Lezli Polm & Triptych of Souls

Hey everyone, although the #HottieHunt is still going on (please scroll down two blog posts to find how to enter the Hottie Hunt giveaways), I wanted to introduce you to my friend and fellow author Lezli Polm. Lezli has written a non fiction book on her paranormal experiences (Thin Is The Veil: A Haunting Memoir) and now she’s written an amazing reincarnation fiction novel Triptych of Souls! Please welcome Lezli Polm.

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I would like to thank my friend, the talented Denise A. Agnew for inviting me to be a guest on her blog. It is an honor.

Let me begin by introducing myself. My name is Lezli A. Polm. My background is in nursing and holistic health. I am also an ordained interfaith minister. I enjoy writing about a number of subjects but one of my favorite topics is the paranormal. I have always been interested in things that defy explanation. This stems from my own brushes with the preternatural which began early in my life. I penned a recollection of my own encounters with ghosts, the mysterious and the unexplained in a memoir entitled ‘Thin is the Veil – A Haunting Memoir.’ If you are interested in true stories of this nature please pick up a copy.

The book that I will be introducing today ‘Triptych of Souls,’ is a novel. The story includes some paranormal elements such as haunted objects and reincarnation.

Triptych of Souls is a story I have long wanted to tell. This is a story about love, but also about loss and a woman’s need to keep her family together even after death. The story moves between two time periods, the late seventeenth century and present day. Emeline is a citizen of the late 1800’s. Her life begins as one of a privileged Victorian Miss in a bustling city located in the American Midwest. Later she weds Jonathan and they settle in the untamed southwest territories. Her life is turned upside down when tragedy strikes. Later, after her death Emeline’s Spirit will not rest until she is reunited with her family.

Holly is a modern day college student with her own tragic past. When she finds herself working on the land where Emeline once lived, a series of events brings her face to face with a ghost. The two of them must team up to find a way out of a seemingly impossible situation. Holly soon learns that myth and legend are a part of her new reality. The subject of reincarnation plays an immeasurable role in the theme of this tale. Characters within the story include a free-lance photographer who finds himself in the role of hero, a witchy friend trying to help her injured roommate, a psychic grandmother and a little girl with an old soul.

I hope you will read this book and enjoy it as much as I did writing it. As Edgar Allen Poe once said “Invisible things are the only realities.” Happy reading!

Be sure to get your copy of Triptych of Souls at Amazon in Kindle or paperback.

 

Ashfall (The Wasteland Trilogy #1) Preorder!

Hello everyone,

Long time since I had a new post. The Hottie Hunt which started in November is still ongoing, so please scroll down to the previous blog entry and different prize opportunities. You’ll have a lot of fun reading about different heroes.

In the meantime I thought I’d tantalize you with an excerpt of Ashfall (Dec. 29 release) and give you links because it’s on preorder! Also, don’t miss the cover reveal of Darkfall (The Wasteland Trilogy #2) at the bottom of this post. So here ya go. You can order Ashfall now at:

Liquid Silver Books (preorder discount)

Amazon

Barnes and Noble

I encourage you to order from Liquid Silver Books while the preorder is on because you get a discount and when the book comes out Dec. 29, you can obtain whatever format you need for your ereader. Now, for a little taste of Ashfall. (Sorry about the wonky formatting on the excerpt!)

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A strong woman and a former Air Force pararescueman tangle with a brave new world forged by an apocalypse no one could stop.

Mally Andretti survived an apocalypse that has altered the world. Tucked away in a huge compound she should feel safe, but loneliness eats away at her. Until a deep, mysterious voice tantalizes her over the ham radio and invites her into soul deep conversation. Who is the man who claims to be her friend, who awakens mental and physical cravings?

Working for a private security company takes every bit of former Air Force pararescueman Adam Becker’s time, until a sexy voice on the ham radio tempts him to do and say things he’s never done before. Mally calls on every fiercely protective instinctive inside him, and when she’s in serious danger he’ll do anything to get to her in time.

* *
Adam and the two other men shuffled Tanner out of the complex and through the gate. After they’d released the idiot outside the gate, only Adam returned to the front door. The other two men stood outside the still open gate, weapons at the ready. A curious mixture of excitement and caution mingled in her psyche. Whoever Adam Becker really was, he scared the crap out of her in so many ways. Her gaze snagged on his body, and just from the way he moved, from the confidence he displayed, she imagined he was an interesting lover. But which type of lover was he? Uncouth and ruthless, or gentle and accommodating?
Really? She was thinking about this now? She’d officially lost her mind.
He stopped at the closed screen, a frown still in place, his weapon anchored over his body by a sling. He tucked the thumb on his left hand into his belt. His wide shoulders, muscled biceps and powerful forearms screamed intimidation.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Wonderful.” She knew her comment was laced with sarcasm.
“Can I come in a moment?” he asked quietly.
When she hesitated, he took off his sun glasses and hooked them in the front of his vest. She dared gaze into the darkest brown eyes she’d ever seen. But there was worry and warmth in those eyes, too. Now that his face was entirely revealed, she could see his heritage in his deeper-toned skin. His features were craggy in that his nose was a bit sharp and long and his jaw too hard. His mouth was…well, it was just right. Kissable. Embarrassed by the ridiculous and out-of-place fantasizing, she felt her face heating. She jerked her gaze from his.
“Mally, I’m not going to hurt you.” He glanced down at the Glock in her hand. “Hey, you’ve got a weapon. If I pull anything, you can just shoot me.”
She couldn’t smile, the situation was too bizarre and her heart thudding too fast. She nodded and opened the screen door. She backed away to let him inside, and he closed the door with a snap. He didn’t lock it and as she continued into the living room, she kept her weapon in hand. Feeling a little ridiculous, she took a risk and set her Glock on the coffee table.
He crossed his arms. “Serious heat you’re packing there.”
“Do you blame me?”
“Hell no.”
For a few seconds he said nothing, but then he approached. Her insides trembled, uncertainty gripping her. He drew nearer, and she felt like a deer about to bolt. When he stood close beside her, his attention like a hot brand on her face, she tilted her head slightly back to examine him. He was easily over six feet, and at five foot seven she felt seriously at a disadvantage. In sheer muscle he outweighed her by a sizable amount. She could easily picture him saving other military personnel in his capacity of pararescueman. Right then her legs turned to gelatin. Either Tanner’s intrusion had disturbed her more than she thought, or this man’s mere presence set off a weird reaction.
Impulsively she put her hand on his vest, ready to push him away. “Think you’re standing close enough?”
His hand covered hers and held it in place, and he edged the tiniest bit closer. She drew in a sharp little breath.
“God,” he said softly as he looked down at her. “You’re trembling. It’s okay. No one’s going to hurt you. You’re safe with me.”
“What about your friends?”
He shook his head. “They’re solid guys. If one even considered touching you, I’d pound their faces.”
A wild heat danced through her, and she couldn’t help smiling just a little. She drew in a deep breath. He smelled like man…a mild mix of musk and maybe leather. It penetrated her senses and sent the warmth higher. Her fingers curled into his ballistic nylon vest.  Recklessness beat in her veins, and she’d never felt anything quite like it before.

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Darkfall releases March 9, 2015!

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