***COVER REVEAL + GIVEAWAY*** Foolish Riot by Karen Renee

•September 17, 2019 • Leave a Comment
Title: Foolish Riot
Series: Riot MC Series
Author: Karen Renee
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: September 24, 2019
Cover Design: 100covers.com



Patricka “Trixie” Baker grew up being used and abused. The night she met her “knight in a leather cut,” she dedicated herself to infiltrating his life. For ten years, all she’s wanted is to be Roll’s property more than anything. Anything. She’s a fixture in the Riot MC, but not part of the family. She never cared what anyone thought of her, but she refuses to be anyone’s fool. With determination to change, and Roll’s inability to commit, she won’t waste any more of her youth on him. 

Homer “Roll” Rolland has two secrets; one he knows will hold Trixie back and limit her life. He’s wanted her in his bed since the first time he laid eyes on her, but holding her back is the last thing he wants to do to the woman he loves. When his other secret leads to Trixie being brutally attacked by a rival MC, Roll is forced to make a decision. 

Trixie wants to be Roll’s property. Roll’s secrets hold him back from her. Will they find away to stay together?





He quietly chuckled. “Did I over-prime the pump? Or can you handle me takin’ you there again? ‘Cause I gotta tell you, that was sexy as fuck, and I’m harder than a lead pipe.”

I stared at him because I wasn’t sure what to do with this version of Roll. When I continued to look at him, he dipped his face and kissed me, long and wet, but excruciatingly gentle. Moments later, he proceeded to fuck me in the same excruciatingly gentle manner. When he finished, and I knew he wanted to withdraw and clean up, I clamped my legs and arms around him tight.

“Don’t go yet.”

He smiled. “Baby, ain’t goin’ far. But, I gotta clean up.”

After a long blink, I sighed. When I spoke, I kept my voice so low it was nearly a whisper. “Please. Just tell me why or how you can be sorry it took so long to claim me, and not sorry it took so long to claim me.”

I felt his frame tense. “Told you. Not here.”

“I have to know. Won’t go back to the compound unless I know first. When am I going to be your priority over ‘club business?’ Tell me that, at a minimum.”

He shook his head at me, but the look in his eyes was gentle. “You want kids?”

I looked at the wall, thinking he was referencing the condom and how perilous it was for him to remain seated inside me. My lips pursed and twisted to the side when I looked back to him.

“Answer me, hon.”

Those three words told me he wasn’t indirectly referencing the condom. 

“Well, I don’t know.”

His eyes flared. “Don’t bullshit me. Hell, you told me you do. I saw how you watched over Jackie when she was pregnant. Overheard you harpin’ on Abs to hurry up with Blood. You want those chicks, Mal and Rainey included, to all fill that place with babies.”

“Doesn’t mean –”

“Do not tell me what it doesn’t mean.”

That did it! I heaved my hips to try and unseat him, but he held firm and my resolve snapped. “God damn it, Roll! I want you. All I’ve ever fuckin’ wanted for over ten years is you!”

He pulled out slowly, but flung himself to his back, taking me with him. 

“Yeah, well, we don’t get what we want, we get what we need. I can’t give you what you need. Also means you can’t give me what I need.”

“What are you—”

As he tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear, his fingers grazed my lips to cut me short. “Give you what you want‒ me. Can you really say five, ten, or even fifteen years from now you won’t start shovin’ shit in my face because your regret turns to resentment? Your resentment leading to anger, and then hatred?”

“What are you on about now?”

“I’m sterile, Trixie. You won’t get babies from me. It won’t happen. At all. Ever.”

Those words were blows to my heart. The way he underscored them was like twisting screws within me. 

I had to fight that feeling of dread rising inside me. “How sure are you –”

“Pretty damn sure, Trix.”

My focus was wavering, and my hold on my mouth was non-existent, so I blurted, “Then why do you use condoms with me?”

“Just because I’m sterile doesn’t make me immune to STDs.”

I gasped. “You’re the only brother—”

“Not in the beginning, but bottom line, I’ll go get tested. I’m clean and you’re clean, we can lose the rubbers.”

Lose the rubbers? “You just said we don’t get what we want.”

“No, but I realized two weeks ago, you’re always gonna be what I fuckin’ need.”


Karen Renee is the author of the Riot MC Series. She has wanted to be a writer from a very early age, and she’s finally bringing that dream to life. She has worked in advertising, banking, and local television media research. She is a proud wife and mother, and a Jacksonville native. When she’s not at the soccer field or cooking, you can find her at her local library, the grocery store, in her car jamming out to some tunes, or hibernating while she writes and/or reads books.



***BOOK BLITZ*** Gus by L. Wilder

•September 17, 2019 • Leave a Comment
Title: Gus
Series: Satan’s Fury MC – Memphis Chapter
Author: L. Wilder
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: September 17, 2019

Club life isn’t for everyone, but for me—it was everything.

I was a man who’d always demonstrated loyalty, pride, and grit. My brothers and those around me knew I was someone they could trust, that I would always hold true to my word. They knew I’d never waver or show signs of weakness when it came to my commitment to the club, and as the new president of Satan’s Fury Memphis, I knew exactly what I had to do.

Then, I met her … Samantha Travers—a woman who consumed me and I knew there would never be another.

This is my story. My Beginning.

I loved how he made me feel so wanted, so desired. We were both quickly getting carried away, forgetting that we were out in broad daylight, until a car drove by only a few yards away. While I found it doubtful that they could see anything, Gus pulled back from our embrace and said, “It’s time to go.” “What?” I gasped. “I thought we had all afternoon.” “We did.” He eased me off of him and quickly started to stand. Once he was on his feet, he extended his hand to me and said, “But, then you went and kissed me like that, and now, we have to go.” “We do?” As he pulled me to my feet, he answered, “Yeah. We do.” “Why’s that?” I teased. “Cause I need to bury myself inside my woman, and I have no intention of doing that out here where God and anyone else can see.” He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me close. “What you have going on is for my eyes only.” “Oh.” “Now, get that sexy ass of yours on that bike,” he ordered with the sexiest smirk I’d ever seen. I nodded, grabbed the blanket off the ground, and rushed over to his motorcycle. I was about to put on my helmet when Gus came up to me and said, “You know what?” “What?” “I’m pretty crazy about you.” I’d heard him say those words to me many times , but there was something in his tone that made my chest tighten, like a hot dagger had just impaled my heart. My voice trembled as I repeated his words back to him. “I’m pretty crazy about you, too, Gus.”

  
 

Leslie Wilder grew up in a small town in West Tennessee. A country girl at heart, she’s always thought that life is too short, but she had no idea how short it really was until her brother passed away in 2014. She’s always been an avid reader, loving the escape only a great book can give, and wondered if she had what it took to write one of the wild romances she’d come to adore. With the support of her family and friends, she published Inferno: A Devil Chaser’s MC, one year after her brother’s death. With him in mind, she fulfilled her lifetime dream of writing. Since then, she’s completed the Devil Chaser’s Series and continued on with the Satan’s Fury MC Series. She has so many stories in her head, and can’t wait to share each and every one.
Leslie has been blown away by the support of her readers, appreciating every message, review, and encouraging word she’s received over the past year. She looks forward to continuing this journey with them for years to come.

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***BLOG TOUR + GIVEAWAY*** Remember Me by Nelle L’Amour

•September 17, 2019 • Leave a Comment
Title: Remember Me: A Second Chance Romance
Author: Nelle L’Amour
Genre: Steamy 2nd Chance Romance
Release Date: September 12, 2019

“The perfect blend of romance, suspense, beautiful love, andsteamy sex. Nelle broke me into pieces but put me back together again.” –A.M.Hargrove, USA Today Bestselling Author


“Sensual and emotional with edge of your seatmystery and intrigue. You won’t be able to put it down.” –Aleatha Romig, New York Times Bestselling Author


“So relevant with characters that could stepout right from the headlines. 5 Gripping Stars.” –Raine Miller, New York Times Bestselling Author

“A romance for our times. Relevant and real with all the feels.” ­—Meredith Wild, #1 New York Times Bestseller

From USA Today bestseller Nelle L’Amour, a sizzling and suspenseful second chance romance like none other. How far would you go to expose the truth?
Skye:
It was love at first sight with Finn. The downtown bad boy with the piercing blue eyes, tattooed biceps, and museum-worthy chiseled body. But while he struggled, I was driven. An investigative reporter determined to pursue the truth to get my story. My credo: Dig deep, then dig deeper. Then one time, I dug too deep and literally dug my own grave, losing everything and everyone dear to me.
Until life gave me a second chance.

Finn:
Being a renowned artist and single dad isn’t easy. My demanding fiancée doesn’t help. No matter how much I try, she wants nothing to do with my precious five-year-old daughter.
Then she came along. The hot as sin teacher. Scarlet Callahan. She’s everything my fiancée isn’t. Warm, funny, and down-to-earth, she adores my daughter as much as my daughter adores her. I’m inexplicably attracted to her, but she keeps her distance. Like she’s hiding something. Except I’m going to uncover her secret even if it means risking everything I’ve ever wanted.
And everyone I’ve ever loved.
I pull away as fast as my lips captured hers. What the hell did I just do? I just kissed my daughter’s teacher. And what’s worse, I more than liked it. Everything about the kiss felt so delicious, so familiar. Like our mouths have known each other forever. She melted right into me, willingly, and I could tell from her sexy sounds and breathing she felt everything I did. I wanted more of her in the worst way, so badly an erection strained against my jeans as my tongue tangled with hers. I’m still hard as a rock. Make that steel.
Catching my breath, I drop my hands from her face and stare at her. She looks shell-shocked. Her porcelain skin flushed, her kissable lips still parted, her misty eyes frozen wide. Her breathing, harsh like mine, her perfect breasts quivering with each labored breath. Her eyes stay fixed on me, finally blinking. As if she’s trying to make sense of what just happened.
“I’m sorry,” I breathe out.  But to be blatantly honest, I want my lips back on hers, her body in my arms so badly I can scream. Between my legs, my cock is throbbing. Aching for more of her.
Silently registering my two lame words, she continues to breathe hard. The rest of her is paralyzed. I’ve probably given her some kind of anxiety attack. Her glistening lips start to tremble, but words don’t form. A panic button goes off inside me.
“Are you okay?” My heart races as I anxiously await her response.
Finally, after a few seconds, she nods. And one word is whispered. “Yes.”
“Scarlet, please forgive me.”
Sliding my legs off the coffee table, I hastily fold my arms over my lap to cover up my erection.
“I didn’t mean to assault—”
She cuts me off, her face softening. “You didn’t. You kissed me. And I let you.”
At her tenderly spoken words, relief washes over me. Her words reconfirm what I felt. She wanted my lips on hers. She could have fought me off, but she didn’t. She let me deepen the kiss with my tongue, hold her face in my hands.
Despite my relief, I falter again for an excuse. “Honestly, I don’t know what got into me. It was totally impulsive.”
“Yes, it was impulsive.”
“I got carried away.”
“Me too.”
Her eyes drop to the coffee table, landing on our empty bottle of Merlot and depleted glasses. Then, they wander to my crotch. Her brows lift ever so slightly, suggesting she knows what I’m hiding. I cringe with embarrassment before she snaps her head up.
“It must have been the wine.”
“Yeah, for sure the wine.”
She quirks a half-smile. “It was really good.”
“I can open another bottle if you want more.” Almost instantly, I regret my offer. And my double entendre. I’m asking for trouble. I’m already drunk enough with lust for this woman. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m engaged. She works for me. With my kid! She’s totally off limits.
Forbidden.
Fortunately, she declines my offer. The smile on her face fades and is replaced by a sober expression. Her voice grows quiet and serious, and under it, I can detect uncertainty and a hint of regret.
“Finn, I’m going to call it a night.”
I remain silent as she rises from the sofa. I study her face; she looks to be verging on tears again. Unsteady, she sucks in a breath like she needs to fortify herself.
“Finn, let’s forget this ever happened.”
And with that she stumbles away, leaving me bereft and confused.
Slouching against the couch, I throw back my head and blow out a hot breath. It does nothing to clear the fog in my head or the tension between my legs. The throb in my cock, the ache in my balls.
Let’s forget this ever happened.
Easier said than done. I can’t stop thinking about her.

As the flaming logs in the fireplace crackle, I relive that kiss, that incredible kiss, and seek the relief I crave.
I am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-age princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment industry with a prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom to my credit, I gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but I still enjoy playing with toys with my hubby. While I write in my PJs, I love to get dressed up and pretend I’m Hollywood royalty. My steamy stories feature characters that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart forever. They’re often inspired by my past life.


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***BOOK BLITZ*** Heartfelt Lies by Alexandra Christopher

•September 17, 2019 • Leave a Comment
Title: Heartfelt Lies
Series: A Healing Love Novel #1
Author: Alexandra Christopher
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance 
Release Date: September 12, 2019

Ella Jones is no stranger to lies. After spending most of her childhood caring for her unstable mother, she’s learned to simply do as she’s told and keep to herself. When tragedy strikes, an intricate web of deceit spanning years begins to reveal itself, changing her life forever.
She starts over in a new town and seems to find happiness like she’s never known before. But deceit is never far from Ella and when she realizes just how tangled her life has become, she just might lose the joy she’s fought so hard to gain.
Kohl Kingsley spends his days diligently working at his family’s construction business and his nights playing hard with the crew he grew up with. When he meets the new girl, who moved to his small town, an instant attraction draws him straight to Ella. Closed off and mysterious, she becomes the person Kohl cares about the most and he’ll do anything to keep her.
His protective instincts want to shield her gentle heart, so when Kohl realizes the fateful way their pasts have crossed, he keeps a secret knowing it would tear her apart.
Kohl will fight for his new love, but a lie of omission is still a lie and Ella has to learn to forgive herself before she can ever forgive him.


Alexandra Christopher has been an avid reader of romance for years. With countless stories residing in her head, she decided to try her hand at writing.
Alexandra lives in a small southern town. She’s the proud mother of two beautiful children and is married to the love of her life.
She’s a lover of football, Sephora, and all things chocolate. When she’s not playing in the yard with her son, or watching her daughter cheer, you’ll find her snuggled on the couch with her nose in a book.

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***COVER REVEAL + GIVEAWAY*** Saint Street by Scarlett Hopper

•September 16, 2019 • Leave a Comment
Title: Saint Street
Author: Scarlett Hopper
Genre: NA Romance
Release Date: September 30, 2019
Cover Design: Sarah Hansen at Okay Creations
Augustana Prescott is used to following the crowd. Having lost herself somewhere along the way, a newly graduated Stana decides to leave her lacklustre life in Los Angeles and flee to London. Hoping to discover who she truly is away from all the noise, Stana gets more than she bargained for when she meets the Ronan siblings, Alistair and Emilia. 
As she and Emilia grow closer, Stana comes to realise that blood doesn’t always make family, and sometimes it’s the family you choose, and not the family you’re born in to, that matters the most. Stana’s connection to Alistair, the manager and singer at her local bar, Saint Street, reignites a flame in herself that she thought was dimmed forever, and she quickly finds her footing in London. The sparks between the handsome Brit and the American girl are clear from the start, but that doesn’t mean the path to happily ever after will be easy.
As Stana navigates the trials and tribulations of new love and a makeshift family, her perseverance is tested as strong forces back in LA try to pull her home. When it all becomes too much, Stana will have to decide how much she is willing to risk to keep the life and love she not only wants, but desperately needs.


Scarlett Hopper was born in Sydney, Australia and moved to Los Angeles when she was 10 years old. Her passion for writing came about at a young age when her sister would read her the works of Virginia Woolf and Sylvia Plath. Three years ago, Scarlett re-located back to Sydney where she studies creative writing and communications. When she isn’t writing or reading, she spends her time traveling and searching for the best record stores, while eating at 24 hour diners. After her graduation, Scarlett hopes to move back to the US and begin a new adventure in Seattle.
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***BOOK BLITZ*** Savage Angels MC Bundle Two by Kathleen Kelly

•September 16, 2019 • Leave a Comment
Title: Savage Angels MC Bundle Two
Author: Kathleen Kelly
Genre: Rockstar/MC Romance
Release Date: September 16, 2019
These are fast-paced stories around the Savage Angels MC. If you love bossy alphas and strong women, these books are for you.


Savage Lover #4
I’m a lone wolf.
Two wheels are my home, and the open road is my destination.
I’m a soldier, a nomad without a Chapter. That is until the Savage Angels MC welcomed me in.
I’ve never felt compelled to stay in one place, the pull of the road, the wind in my hair, the turn of the tires is all I need. Until her—Destiny Bennett. Our attraction is mutual, and she is the one person who can convince me to stay.
A rival club has a new leader, their numbers have increased, and they intend to start a war. Problem is Destiny’s at the center of it all.
Can I combat my own demons to help Destiny heal hers? Or will my past extinguish any hope of a happily ever after?
Savage Sacrifice #5
What would you sacrifice?
For those you trust, for those you’re loyal to, for those you love.
When I married Kat, I vowed to her not only my love but my club, my honor, my life. So when I confront her about the pictures of her kissing bad boy rocker, Will Van Ryken, a whole world of hell rains down on me.
Feeling guilty, ashamed and disgusted in my behavior, I head back home knowing what I must sacrifice. For my wife, my club, my family.
But it seems Will has some dirty secrets of his own, and when the Savage Angels receive a tip about his associations with a known drug lord, they instantly fear Kat may be slipping back into old habits.
Can the Grinders and my club work together to keep my woman safe from the clutches of this devil in disguise?
Savage Rebel #6
A Casino. A Rival MC. A Mob Family.
Life’s a gamble.
It’s how you play the game that defines your odds.
Rebel isn’t a name given to me for just any reason. I wear this badge with pride.
I’ve been sent on task by my President to Las Vegas to negotiate the purchase of a casino. Though when the local mob family feels threatened, a rival MC—The Dark Warriors—step in to protect their territory.
Through the haze of uncertainty, a sparkle catches my eye.
Ruby shines bright in the darkness, instantly making her a target for the Warriors, and with a rat in the mix, all bets are off.
Can I close the casino deal for my club and save my woman, or will everything go up in smoke?
Warning:
All books in the Savage Angels MC Series need to be read in order.

Kathleen Kelly was born in Penrith, NSW, Australia. When she was four her family moved to Brisbane, QLD, Australia. Although born in NSW she considers herself a QUEENSLANDER!!
She married her childhood sweetheart and they live in Toowoomba with their fur baby.
Kathleen enjoys writing contemporary, romance novels with a little bit of erotica. She draws her inspiration from family, friends and the people around her. She can often be found in cafes writing and observing the locals. 
If you have any questions about her novels or would like to ask Kathleen a question she can be contacted via e-mail: kathleenkellyauthor@gmail.com or she can be found on Facebook. She loves to be contacted by those that love her books.

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***BLOG TOUR*** Fighting for Valor by Patricia D. Eddy

•September 16, 2019 • Leave a Comment
Title: Fighting for Valor
Series: Fighting from the Keyboard Collection
Author: Patricia D. Eddy
Genre: Military Romance
Release Date: September 10, 2019
Cover Design: Deranged Doctor Design
Photo: Paul Henry Serres





“Just … wow. The writing – wow. The story – wow. The journey and all those feelings it evokes -WOW.” ~Amazon Review


I wish I could give this more than 5 stars. … I think this story was the best so far in the series!!” ~Amazon Review


“This story will shred you to pieces but then it will put you together again in a beautiful way. I absolutely loved it and Ripper is now my favorite.” ~Amazon Review

val·or: great bravery in the face of danger, especially in battle

Once, Jackson Richards had it in spades. As a member of the United States Special Forces, he fought alongside the bravest and most capable men he’d ever known.

Then one mistake landed them all in Hell.

For six months, he fought. But one terrible day, his captors learned the full extent of his skills, and that sealed his fate.

Tortured and broken for endless months in conditions that made Hell look like a five-star resort, Jackson Richards died, and Isaad was born. Shaped into a weapon for the wrong side, he’d forgotten who he once was. Who he was meant to be.

Until the days his captor imprisoned Joey Taylor.

Helping Joey and her marine escape reminded Jackson of the man he used to be. And now, he’ll fight. For himself. For the friends he thought he lost in Hell. And for Caro. The woman with a secret he can’t ignore.

If he’s strong enough, he’ll leave Isaad behind. Maybe then, he can take back his true name.

Ripper.

WARNING: This book contains scenes of torture and implied sexual violence that may be disturbing to sensitive readers.
“You’re a piece of work,” I mutter to myself, and a quick inhalation from the sidewalk causes me to jerk my head around. Brown eyes meet mine, and the woman from the previous night freezes. In one hand, she carries her set of kitty cat brass knuckles, and in the other, a grease-stained bag. 
“I…uh…b-brought you something,” she stammers as she climbs the first step and then stops. 
“Hoping to bribe me into not axe murdering you?” She flinches and squeezes her eyes shut for a brief moment. “Bad joke. Sorry. But Ripper…really is my name. Or what everyone calls me.” I push up to sitting and rest my back against the church door. “And I’m not a charity case.” 
“Didn’t say you were.” She thrusts the bag at me, and when I don’t move, drops it next to my hip. “We had extra. It’s rainy and kind of cold tonight. I thought…a hot meal might…shit. Never mind. Take it or leave it.” 
She turns, and the scents of cheese and salsa waft up from the bag. “Wait a minute, sunshine.” Digging into the paper, I find an aluminum foil pan covered with a healthy serving of enchiladas lightly covered in cheese and red sauce, a half pint of refried beans, and a bag of marinated carrots and jicama. “This smells great.” 
A hint of pride straightens her shoulders, and the corners of her lips curve into a half-smile. “Thanks.” 
“You made this?” I grabbed a granola bar and an apple at my apartment, but my stomach rumbles at the prospect of something…so very different than my everyday diet. The first bite takes me back to my mama’s cooking, and I think I moan a little. 
In the light of the street lamp, her cheeks glisten with the misty rain and turn a bright pink. “I work at a food truck. Today’s menu was Mexican comfort food.” 
“My mama learned how to cook from my abuela, who grew up in Mexico. These are the best enchiladas I’ve had since I left Texas.” 
She toys with a blue pendant hanging from a silver chain around her neck. Joy and sadness battle for control of her features, but joy seems to win in the end. “Thank you. That means a lot.” 
A tendril of long brown hair plasters itself to her cheek as she stares down at her sensible black shoes. Her ankle’s wrapped in an ACE bandage, and as she fidgets, I can tell she isn’t putting all her weight on it. “You okay? After last night?” 
“Oh. Yes. I should…go. Let you eat in peace.” 
“Wait.” I don’t know why I’m stopping her. But the idea of her being hurt, and that I caused it, doesn’t sit well with me. “What’s your name?”
“Cara,” she says quietly.
“You live…uh…close?” Her eyes widen, and I kick myself. If she didn’t think I was a stalker or an axe murderer before, she does now. “I just mean…it’s wet out. And you weren’t the most graceful last night. I…be careful, okay?”
A scowl twists those heart-shaped lips, and she levels me with an acerbic stare. “I’m not the one sleeping on the streets with no defenses. And I’m very graceful. When I want to be. Good night, Ripper.” Her curtsey is a little lopsided since she isn’t putting her full weight on her right foot, but she turns on her left heel and starts limping away. 

“‘Night, Cara.” As the rain intensifies and I dig back into the takeout container of enchiladas, I wonder why it’s easier for me to talk to a stranger than it is the men I consider my brothers. 

Patricia D. Eddy likes to consider herself an unstoppable force. As long as there’s coffee. Then, the voices in her head come to life.

Her tales of werewolves, vampires and witches; Doms and subs; and battle-hardened, scarred military heroes feature characters so real, you’ll want to jump inside the pages of her books to be friends with them. Or just give them a hug.

When she’s not writing, she’s a professional freelance fiction editor and technical writer. On weekends, she loves to take on home improvement projects, especially if they involve power tools.

Patricia lives in Seattle with her husband and very spoiled cats. You can find Patricia all over the web, and she loves to hear from readers. Email her at patricia@patriciadeddy.com

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