Sunday, June 26, 2016

*Cover Reveal!* FORBIDDEN Book 1 of The Druid Chronicles

I'm thrilled to reveal the gorgeous new cover for FORBIDDEN, book one in The Druid Chronicles, designed by the fabulous Kellie Dennis at Book Cover by Design!

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Stay tuned for the cover reveal of CAPTIVE soon!

Coming 1st August 2016 on all platforms...

He was a master of seduction – but no match for the magical allure of the woman he wanted most

Carys knew from the moment she first spied on Maximus in his naked barbarian glory that he was a dangerous Roman centurion – his taut, battle-scarred flesh marking him as a fearless warrior. But her desire for him was as undeniable as it was illicit.

Charged by his emperor to eliminate a clan of powerful Druids in Britain, Maximus never expects his mission to be thwarted by the clan’s ethereal princess, Carys, his daring voyeur. Falling under her spell, he doesn’t realize her true heritage – until he captures her heart as well as her body.

As Carys’ loyalties are twisted, and freedom is no longer her single-minded obsession, an avenging former lover threatens to crush Maximus’ people into oblivion. Now Carys and Maximus must overcome the devastation of war and face the ultimate sacrifice if their forbidden love is to survive.

Previously published by Penguin US in 2010

"Compelling, passionate and fascinating.” Anna Campbell, Multi-Award Winning Author

Saturday, May 07, 2016

In Regency London a dissolute vampire hunts his prey... Bloodlust Denied



“Christina Phillips writes such sinfully seductive romances and she has excelled herself in an erotic paranormal romance, Bloodlust Denied, set in Regency London. This exquisitely erotic tale is an original take on the vampire myth.” 5 Stars Top Read A Reader’s Review
  
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For 2000 years he’s roamed the earth, taking whatever he desires…until he falls under the spell of the only woman who can destroy his immortal bloodlust…
 
Depraved and dissolute, the vampire Alexius is tired of Regency London, until he’s bewitched by a dark haired seductress. Abduction, bondage and decadent seduction feature in Alexius’ plans, but before the sun rises dynamics have shifted and he’s the one fighting the silken bonds of captivity. 
 Entranced by such novelty, he denies his bloodlust and decides to keep her to warm his bed.
 
Immortal vampire hunter Morana has never mistaken her prey before, but the sinfully seductive stranger mesmerizes her, enticing her to forget everything but the dangerous pleasure she finds in his arms. But as they fall under each other’s hypnotic spell the past and present collide and unless they discover the truth behind the lies, Death will triumph once more.
 
This book was previously published in 2013

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Passion knows no bounds... LOVING LIES by Tina Donahue + CONTEST!

LOVING LIES
(Book One – Dangerous Desires series)

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Blurb:

Deception knows no limits. Passion knows no bounds.

When she is kidnapped, Senorita Isabella knows the men have been sent by her uncle in a murderous attempt to control her family’s fortune. But when she is rescued by a dashing and mysterious warrior, Isabella can’t imagine why a stranger would risk his life for her—until she discovers her rescuer believes she’s someone else….

Fernando de Zayas loves nothing more than the cry of battle. Defying death is his way of life. But when he discovers his betrothed has been kidnapped, he rushes to her aid—never suspecting that spirited beauty would soothe his warrior heart…

With her uncle’s minions close on their heels, Isabella finds herself drawing closer to Fernando. But as the desire between them builds, her secret could keep them apart forever…


Excerpt:

On a shuddering breath, Isabella searched the market for any means of escape and found none. Too many people pressed close with no clear route from the area. If only she could see what was behind her, she might find a way out.
A quick glance showed even more people and cramped stalls, proving how trapped she was. The eunuch’s high-pitched shout suddenly rose above the slaver’s angry growl. Wanting away from them, she inched back. The eunuch dashed to her right, blocking her. The slaver to her left and reached for her robe.
Piercing wails filled the heated air.
Isabella stiffened. The slaver’s hand fell from her. He and the eunuch turned toward the sounds. Two dark-robed women pressed their hands to their veiled mouths. Children had stopped playing, their youthful eyes widened in wonder or fear at an aged man. His white beard trailed down his chest, and infirmity bent his tall frame, forcing him to keep his face lowered. He wore a turban and full robe, the voluminous fabric hiding the contours of his body.
Suddenly, he thrust his hand into a fire used to cook some manner of food.
Many in the crowd gasped. A young girl backed into a basket of olives, toppling it. The fruit rolled across the ground until it reached a pool of spilled honey where a black cat prowled.
The aged man kept his hand in the fire without bellowing in pain. He chose three smoking coals, tossing the hot embers from his right hand to his left much as jugglers did at fairs with brightly colored balls.
This was no fair nor was he a juggler, but a fakir, a holy man.
Isabella had heard tales of such beings who traveled the Arab territories. Fakirs had no homes or commerce, begging for food as they roamed from place to place, performing amazing feats to shock everyone, as he did now. Merchants, free women, and children waited to see what the strange man would do next.
With no one watching her, Isabella prepared to break into a run, to lose herself in the throng.
The fakir tilted his face and met her gaze.
Her heart caught. His eyes were arresting and strangely beautiful, his gaze so intent she stepped back. His expression changed. With a hard frown, he seemed to warn her to remain where she was. He turned to the eunuch and slaver, crying to them in Arabic, his voice reedy with age.
Her stomach churned. Was he warning them of her intent to flee?
When he looked back at her, raw power lit his expression, holding her to the spot.
Even if she’d wanted to move, she couldn’t now. The eunuch and slaver stared at her.
The air grew heavier than before and far too still. The slaver adjusted his weight from foot to foot as he and the eunuch spoke to the fakir. The holy man answered in kind, juggling the hot coals. He drew closer to them, his movements inefficient and tottering, no different from a babe. The slaver stepped back. The eunuch did not. His shrill voice rose in what sounded like an oath. The fakir hobbled closer, the hot coals jumping more slowly between his hands. At last he responded, his voice low.
The eunuch scowled and shouted a string of foul-sounding words. The fakir grabbed the eunuch’s throat, pressing the hot coals to it. Squealing in agony, the eunuch fell to the ground, rocking and mewling.
Frightened sounds rippled through the crowd. The holy man spoke to the spectators, who exchanged glances with each other and shuffled back.
The fakir grabbed more hot coals from another fire and staggered toward the slaver. Unlike the eunuch, the slaver offered no retort as he stepped back quickly. The fakir followed. It was a strange dance, the fakir plodding forward a step, the slaver retreating the same distance as he focused on the newest coals.
Again, Isabella realized no one noticed her. Before she could think to escape, the fakir was at her side, clutching her hair in his free hand, shouting at the others.
Again, they backed away.
He yanked Isabella toward him and whispered in Castilian, “When I release you, grasp your throat and cry out. Your freedom and life depend upon it. Do you understand?”
Her heart hammered so wildly she could barely breathe, much less think. With no time to consider why he would help her, she nodded.
The fakir shouted something to the others then brought the coals close enough for her to feel their heat. She clutched her throat and wailed.
The slaver spoke hurriedly, his words seeming to beg for mercy.
The fakir lifted the hot coals to his mouth and blew. Flames poured from his parted lips. Screams tore through the crowd with more than a few bolting.
The fakir gripped her wrist, his touch steel.
Again, he lifted the coals to his lips. Flames shot out of his mouth, which he directed to the black silk hanging on a stall. The cloth caught fire. He bolted, pulling her with him.
She struggled to keep up as they dashed through the narrow streets of the market, past stalls and startled people. Behind them, men shouted. She glanced over. Guards pursued them. The fakir ran faster, forcing her to follow. They darted down one cramped street after another. He knocked over goods deliberately. Both of them dodged buyers. Finally, he rushed into an unattended shop offering a variety of baskets.
Before she could question why this place was empty of a merchant or buyers, the fakir pushed her toward a shadowed corner near the entrance and shielded her with his body. She was so close to him her face and breasts pressed against his surprisingly muscular back. He shifted his weight. An object beneath his robe tapped her knee. She looked down at a long, thin outline hidden by the fabric. A sword?



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Tina is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Kensington, Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, Booktrope, Luminosity, Decadent, and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic novels (Freeing the Beast, Come and Get Your Love, and Wicked Takeover) were Readers' Choice Award winners. Another three (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the EPIC competition. Sensual Stranger, her erotic contemporary romance, was chosen Book of the Year at the French review site Blue Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for her erotic romance Lush Velvet Nights. Two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

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Friday, December 11, 2015

Enter #Giveaway for signed print copy of Hold Me Until Midnight @BrazenBooks #BadBoyHero




To celebrate the upcoming release of Hold Me Until Forever, I'm holding a giveaway of a signed print copy of the first Grayson Brothers book, Hold Me Until Midnight. Just enter the Rafflecopter contest below to be in with a chance! Contest is open internationally.





Title: Hold Me Until Forever

Author: Christina Phillips

Series Name: Grayson Brothers #3

Release Date: 4th January 2016



She's the only one he wants...and the one he can never have…

Ella Clark has been in love with Alex Grayson forever. She’s tired of being invisible—or worse, being treated like his kid sister. If she can just get him to drop his iron-fisted control for two seconds, she’ll prove she knows exactly how to blow his mind.
Alex has been fighting his attraction to Ella since her should-have-been-innocent sweet sixteen kiss burned down his world. He's damaged, and there's no way he'll ever drag her into his screwed up life. Until she offers him something he's always craved—steamy, no-strings sex inside his exclusive BDSM club. Where she'll be safe from the darkness that haunts him.

Except there's nothing safe about being with Ella, and the more she gives, the harder it is to let her go. If he stays, he risks everything, but how can he walk away from the only woman he's ever needed?




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Monday, September 28, 2015

The bad boy & his best friend's little sister...HOLD ME UNTIL MORNING + Giveaway!

Today is release day for the second book in my Grayson brothers series, Hold Me Until Morning. This is Cooper's book, the youngest brother, and he's spending the week in a mountain cabin with his best friend's little sister, Paris. Except Paris is all grown up and trying to keep their hands off each other is proving a bigger challenge than either could imagine :-)

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She’s the one girl he should never touch…






Cooper Grayson is supposed to hole up in a mountain cabin and protect his best friend’s little sister from the paparazzi for a week. That’s it. But Paris O’Connell isn’t a kid anymore, and it’s hard to remember this is strictly business when she bats her big green eyes at him…then crashes through all his carefully placed boundaries.

Paris loves a challenge. And gorgeous Cooper Grayson is the most dangerous challenge she’s faced yet. He ignores the sizzling attraction that keeps her awake at nights, and he doesn’t care about her fame or her contacts, only seeing her. When they finally kiss, Cooper leaves her bare. Exposed. His for the taking. And take he does…

For one incredibly hot week, Cooper fulfils her every fantasy. But when the real world crashes in, so does reality. And reality tells them there’s no way a Hollywood star and a bad boy from the wrong side of town could ever have a future together…


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Sunday, September 27, 2015

Giveaways Galore incl. Kindle HD Fire for the #MSS 100th Blog Anniversary Party! Enter here :-)


Here is the Rafflecopter for the End of Summer 100th Blog Anniversary Bash.

Because it was put up so late, it runs through September 30th 11:59 Pacific time. We’ve increased the total number of prizes by adding in a $65 Amazon Gift Card and 10 $5 Amazon Gift Cards.

Winners of the Grand Prize and others will be listed on the Facebook Event (pinned to the top of the event), Facebook My Sexy Saturday page (pinned to the top of the page) and at the My Sexy Saturday Author Central Blog by Friday, October 2, 2015. It is the responsibility of the winner to contact us at mysexysaturday@gmail.com if you see your name on the winners list and have not heard from us by Monday, October 5, 2015.

We will make every effort to contact you but if we do NOT hear from you by October 6, 2015, your prize may be awarded to someone else.

Thank you for participating in our event and at our blogs. We do enjoy having you!

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(I had an interesting conversation about dino love at one point :-) )






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Saturday, September 26, 2015

"Revenge is the reason I exist." BLOODLUST DENIED #MySexySaturday Hot Regency Romance



Welcome to My Sexy Saturday's End of Summer Anniversary Bash! Even though here in Australia we're in the middle of spring :-)

So much sexy goodness going on this weekend with heaps of giveaways and fun! Don't forget to visit our Facebook party to join in the fun, and be in with  a chance to win the Grand Prize of a Kindle Fire HD :-) 






 I'm sharing seven sexy paragraphs of my dark Regency romance, Bloodlust Denied. The vampire hero Alexius has just found Morana again, three years after their sizzling encounter in a London back street, and he's determined to exact revenge :-)




“Then enlighten me. You fascinate me, Miss Craven, and I’m determined to discover exactly what you are.”


If he ever discovered exactly what she was, he’d go insane. Vampires didn’t exist in polite society, and their immortal slayers were unheard of. Or perhaps he would merely think she was insane and attempt to have her locked away in an asylum. Either way, she had no intention of allowing him to unearth such devastating information.


“And do you always get your way?” She challenged him with a haughty glance.


“Always.” The dance concluded, yet he did not relinquish her hand nor acknowledge the musicians. His entire focus appeared centered upon her.


“I fear this time you face disappointment.”


He pulled her toward him in a most ungentlemanly manner. Desire quivered along her skin and spiraled around her sensitive nipples causing them to ache with need. She stared up into his eyes and tried to convince herself all she wanted from him was another mindless fuck in a darkened corner.





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Thursday, September 24, 2015

End of Summer 100th Blog Anniversary Bash. Heaps of Giveaways! + Hot Grayson Brothers Goodness!


Hop on over and join the My Sexy Saturday 100th Blog Anniversary Bash on Facebook, where over 30 authors will be partying over the weekend :-) There's heaps of giveaways and when it's my turn to post I'll be giving a tantalizing glimpse of Alex Grayson's story, Hold Me Until Forever, due out in January 2016 :-)

In the meantime here's a sneak peek of Hold Me Until Morning, which releases on Monday! Squee!!


Saturday, September 19, 2015

"A love that transcends time" Regency PNR BLOODLUST DENIED #MySexySaturday

 



Welcome to this week's My Sexy Saturday where the theme is My Sexy Boyfriend :-)


 
 
 Today I'm sharing seven paragraphs of my sexy Regency paranormal romance, Bloodlust Denied. This is the scene in a ball, where the heroine Morana meets the hero, Alexius, for the first time after she ran from him three years ago.
 
 





“May I present His Grace, the Duke of Havenshire.”

He bowed, and a shiver raced along her spine as she recalled the last time he had bowed to her just seconds after she’d demanded his soul. She forced a curtsey, her knees stiff, thighs shaking and finally risked glancing up at him.

Vibrant green eyes mocked her in a face so starkly beautiful her breath escaped in a shocked gasp. The flickering lantern in the alley had revealed his strong jaw, his high cheekbones and sensual lips, but had concealed the extent of his charismatic allure that enfolded her like a living entity.

But his eyes. She stared into them, mesmerized. In the dark alley, it had been impossible to discern their color and yet she knew these eyes. They were as familiar to her as her own but that was impossible. Madness.

He was speaking. She struggled to clear her mind, to compose her senses. She resisted the urge to press her hand against her face, just to check that her cheeks weren’t really as hot as they felt.

 “May I have the honor of this dance, Miss Craven?” The quirk of his mouth was the only indication he found such formality amusing. She flicked the tip of her tongue over her lips and didn’t miss the way his eyes followed the movement.

She could refuse. Turn and run. And knew she never would.


“A stunning tale of a love that transcends time” 5 Stars Top Read A Reader’s Review

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Tired of the thin-blooded aristocrats in 1815 London, Alexius yearns for better sport. He is drawn to a dark-haired seductress who shows no fear and refuses to obey his commands. Entranced by such novelty, he denies his bloodlust and decides to keep her to warm his bed.
 Immortal vampire hunter Morana has never mistaken her prey before, but the dark stranger mesmerizes her, enticing her to forget everything but the dangerous pleasure she finds in his arms.
Neither one can deny the pull of the other, but there is something beyond the lust—a recognition neither can put a name to. The past and present collide and unless they discover the truth behind the lies, Death will triumph once more.
This book was previously published in 2013.
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Wednesday, September 16, 2015

When she's bad, she's better... SURRENDERING TO THE BEAST by @tinadonahue

To celebrate the upcoming release of Surrendering to the Beast, Tina is giving away FIVE full-length, bestselling, award-winning romances to one lucky winner - 25 titles to choose from.
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SURRENDERING TO THE BEAST
(Book Two – Taming the Beast series)
Erotic Paranormal - Romantic Comedy
by Tina Donahue
Available for pre-order September 13
Ready to read October 13
Surrendering to the Beast - Teaser 3
Blurb: When she’s good, she’s very good. But when he’s bad, she’s better. Taming the Beast, Book 2

As a good fairy, Heather is empathetic and chaste to a fault. No bad language, no dirty thoughts, flirting and no sex. But when a satyr named Daemon steps up to her reception desk at From Crud to Stud, she finds herself on the fast track to exquisite corruption. Daemon is the total bad-boy package with a kiss straight from the dark side. Though he’s here for a supernatural makeover, Heather can’t imagine why any red-blooded woman would want him to change. A disciple of the god of wine, Daemon has had his share of good times. But sex has never been this good. Heather brings out a new side of him, a side that makes him want to protect as well as pillage. But Daemon needs a little creative backup to help set his fairy’s naughtiness free. And that means bringing in Mistress Jin. Under the genie’s tutelage and Daemon’s shameless lust, Heather is about to learn what it means to let loose.

Warning: Not your typical bedtime story. May lead to indecent behavior, a taste for voyeurism, discipline, bondage, m/f, m/f/f and f/f action, which will result in screaming orgasms. Proceed with caution.
Surrendering to the Beast - Teaser 1
Excerpt:
Heather steeled herself to do battle with Satan. Cautiously, she faced her webcam and his image on her computer monitor. This evening, he’d assumed the form of a European playboy, a snifter of cognac held casually in one hand, dark hair slicked back, his blood-red ascot contrasting nicely with his white shirt and navy blazer. He certainly knew how to dress. “Cara mia.” Heat smoldered in his voice and dark eyes. “What can I do to you?” “For me,” she corrected gently, wondering when he’d ever get that right. Grinning, he focused on her white peasant blouse and jutted nipples, her areolas tightened from the chilly weather, not him. Tonight was damp and cool thanks to a spring storm that continued to rage in the French Quarter. Lightning flashed and the office lights flickered. Flames flared briefly in his pupils. “We’ll do many things to each other, no?” Heather smiled politely, a knee-jerk reaction for a good fairy. Needing to get tough, she held up his overdue bill, hoping he’d look at it rather than her chest. Her hand shook so badly the paper rattled. “How you tremble,” he cooed. “How pale you are. Allow me to put some color in your lovely cheeks. Heat that will last an eternity.” Her skin got even clammier. “Please, just pay your account.” She waved the paper and talked fast before losing her nerve. “Your grandson failed to show for his last two appointments. I’m sure he had a good reason. Unfortunately, he didn’t call to cancel.” She offered an apologetic smile and pressed on. “Because you’re the cardholder, we had to charge you for the time. I’m so sorry, but it is the rule.” One she was honor-bound to enforce as an employee of From Crud to Stud, a makeover service for supernatural beings. Howls from weres, hisses from vampires and obscenities from demons poured from the treatment rooms. Those poor souls were going through proverbial hell to suppress their beasts. They longed to date mortal women without freaking them out, while also winning their hearts the normal way. With real charm, not magic, with integrity and love, not lies and manipulation. But these makeovers took the staff’s valuable time and clients needed to pay for the effort. Even Satan should understand that. He gave her an indulgent smile. “What charges?” Gasping, she dropped the flaming paper in her trashcan before it burnt her fingers. “Later,” he said and killed the call. Hurriedly, Heather put out the small blaze, chiding herself for letting the account get to this point. She should have been firm with Satan’s grandson when he signed up for the service. Determined to make up for being too nice, she brought up her bank account to pay the charges herself. She was about to transfer the funds when the lights flickered twice, thunder boomed and the front door flew open, banging against the wall. She flinched. A blast of dank air and rain blew inside, followed by a guy who looked to be thirty or so. He wore a black cowboy hat, snug navy tee, low-slung jeans and cowboy boots. Once he shoved the door shut, he slumped against it, breathing hard. Heather stood so quickly her chair rolled into the wall. He didn’t notice. He’d closed his eyes and raised his face to the ceiling, his prominent Adam’s apple bobbing with his hard swallow. Alarmed yet intrigued, she regarded the short, dark hairs on his throat and took the rest of him in. His rain-dampened hair was the color of dark chocolate, thick and wavy, flowing to his broad shoulders. They heaved with his next ragged breath. Tall, possibly six-three, he was lean yet muscular. His wet tee clung to his well-defined pecs and abs, those bruising biceps. Stubble covered his strong jaw, upper lip and cheeks. His bronze skin spoke of days in the sun. Even from where she stood, Heather smelled his scent. Clean and masculine, a woodsy, fresh fragrance along with something else…the unmistakable odor of liquor. Uh-oh. It wasn’t often that mortals, drunk or otherwise, happened upon this place. When they did, Heather had ironclad rules to follow. First, buzz Constance, a voodoo priestess who could remove memories by laying her hands on someone’s head. Following that, Heather was supposed to buzz Becca, a half-mortal witch who owned this place. Heather leaned over her desk to press the intercom button. The guy turned to her, blinked slowly and stared. Her hand stalled. His eyes were amazing, the color of Lipton tea, ringed by long, sooty lashes, his attention riveted as he drank her in. Given his slow, sexy smile, Heather suspected he was undressing her with his eyes. She swallowed and was about to press the button when he groaned suddenly and mournfully, the sound of someone in serious pain.
Heather paused and decided not to call for anyone just yet. “Are you all right?”
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I’m an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Kensington, Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, Booktrope, Luminosity, Decadent, and indie. Yay! Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised my work, and trust me, I’m forever grateful for that. I’ve had my books reach finals in the EPIC competition, one title was named Book of the Year at a review site, and others have won awards in RWA-sponsored contests. I’m actually featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Talk about feeling like a freaking star. Before my writing career, I was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company. Outside of being an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, I’ve flown a single-engine plane (scary stuff), rewired an old house using an electricity for dummies book, and have been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally whenever I’m eating anything Mexican or Italian. Yeah, I like to eat (burp). You can check me out here – yes, I am everywhere! :)

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