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August 1, 2014

MASTERED: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender ~ Blog Tour: Excerpt & Giveaway



Welcome to the Blog Tour for MASTERED: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender hosted by Book Monster Promotions. I have an excerpt for you and don't forget to enter the giveaway at the bottom of this post!  


MASTERED: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender 
Contributing Authors: Opal Carew, Portia Da Costa, Madelynne Ellis, Marie Harte, Joey Hill, T.J. Michaels, Kate Pearce, Carrie Ann Ryan, Sasha White, Emily Ryan-Davis and Jennifer Leeland
ISBN-13: 9781928115014
ASIN: B00L1HYMSW
Publisher: Uncommonly Romantic Books
Publication Date: July 21st 2014
Print Length: 750 pages


* Warning: For readers 18+ *









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Three Secrets by New York Times and USA Today bestseller Opal Carew
Sharing secrets has never been so exhilarating...
Nicole and Abel met in Paris and fell in love, but Nicole believes her secret lifestyle will drive Abel away. After the vacation ends, she decides to take a chance and share her secret, but little does she know he has a secret of his own.



His Secret by International and UK Sunday Times bestseller Portia Da Costa
Quiet storm...
Ben Chambers is the perfect handsome boyfriend. Sarah adores him, yet despite their delicious lovemaking and the fun they share, she senses he has a secret.



Remastered by Multi-Award-Winner Madelynne Ellis
A bad experience with a former girlfriend caused Spook Mortensen to repress his sexual urges, but when sound engineer Allegra Hutton is called upon to remaster Black Halo's first album, there's only so much attitude and stubborn refusal to listen to the bands' wishes he can take before he's forced to break his self-imposed vow and take her in hand.



Working Out by USA Today bestseller Marie Harte
When lust turns to love, who's really on top?
An ex-Marine with a kink for dominance, Mac is Maggie's boss. But Maggie doesn't seem to realize he's in charge...until he shows her that Sir is more than a title. It's a lifestyle that could suit them both. That's if Maggie sticks around long enough to wear his collar.



The Scientific Method by bestseller Joey Hill
Mastering her body was easy. Mastering her heart and soul will be an erotic science...
In the vampire-servant relationship, the vampire holds all the power. Being Lord Brian's research assistant as well as his servant, Debra accepts that, but she craves her Master's heart. When Brian notices his servant's unhappiness, he uses methods they both understand to prove just what belonging to him fully means.



Juicy by bestseller T.J. Michaels
Twilight Teahouse ~ Choose something decadent from our menu...
Solie Shaw is a brilliant self-made woman. After managing a corporation by day, at night, all she wants is to not be in charge. The last man she'd gifted her heart to had smashed it to smithereens and then did the mambo on top of the pieces. Now, along comes the chance to get exactly what she needs. All Solie has to do...is choose.



No Limits by USA Today bestseller Kate Pearce
All bets are off when there are no limits...
Dr. Julia Reed deals with life or death situations at a California ER. When British businessman Alex Logan offers her a sexual bargain, she gets to share her darkest fantasies; he gets the power to carry them out. But who is the real winner in this high stakes game, and is Alex even playing fair?



Ink Reunited by USA Today bestseller Carrie Ann Ryan
Only two men can give Sassy the happily ever after she craves.
Rafe, Ian and Sassy loved each other...until it all blew apart. Now both men are back for the woman they love. It will take more than apologies for these three to overcome their history. But once they take that step, the streets of New Orleans will never be the same.



Unfettered: An Overwatch Story by Sasha White
You never forget your first love
Mechanic Ronnie Lang is tired of being "one of the guys". Chasing the fantasy of finding a dominant male to help her explore her sexuality she applies to Overwatch, a private BDSM club where her eyes are opened to a world that's more than she ever imagined, and the man she's never forgotten. 



Bondage on 34th Street by Emily Ryan-Davis & Jennifer Leeland
In knots over love
After years of searching, Tasha Sears finally finds the Master of her heart...on his knees in front of intimidatingly sexy bondage enthusiast Noah Dreyfuss. As sparks flare between the three, Noah's ropes will either bind them together or pull them apart.

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From Unfettered: An Overwatch Story
by Sasha White

For the first time since she'd walked into Overwatch, Ronnie kept her head down and didn't volunteer for anything. It was all she could do to make it through the rest of the class without snapping at people to leave her alone. She just wanted to sit in the corner and think, to sort through her emotions and try to make sense of what was happening to her. 

When class ended she moved swiftly to the door only to be pulled up short when Ian called her name. 

She turned, and struggled to remain calm as he walked toward her. 

"You okay?" he asked, concern darkening his clear blue eyes. 

"Yeah, I'm good." 

"You looked like you were in a rush." 

"Nope," she said with what she hoped was a careless shrug of her shoulders. "Just didn't see a reason to hang around." 

He nodded. "Okay. Let's go have a drink then." 

Huh?

He took her hand and led her up the stairs and out the first set of doors before she had a grip on herself again. "Is that allowed, you being a trainer and all?"

"There's no rule against it. It's the first time I've done it, but it's also the first time I've known a trainee from outside the club." He pushed through the last set of doors and turned left. "The coffee shop just up the road is still open." 

"Hey," she said, stopping dead and tugging her hand from his. "Enough. What's going on here, Ian?"

He stood stock still in front of her, expression blank. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that you've pretty much pretended I don't exist since that little negotiation demonstration last week and now you want to take me for coffee? What's up with that?" 

He stared at her, silent and inscrutable. When the others started coming out the doors he raked a hand through his hair and shook his head. "I'm sorry if it felt like I was ignoring you. I didn't intend to make you feel that way."

"Well, you did." 

His mouth titled up at the corner. "Yeah, so you just told me." 

The pressure in her chest lessened and she smiled back at him. "Okay. Just so you got the point." 

His smile grew. "We okay?"

"Yeah." She nodded. "Let's go get that coffee." 

They didn't talk as they walked down the street. Once they got their drinks, they found an empty corner table and sat down. Ian didn't make her wait. 

"So, what do you think so far?"

"To be honest I'm loving it. It's a lot different than I imagined it would be, but that isn't necessarily bad." 

"What did you imagine?"

"That everyone involved would either be a sexy model in fetish wear or a dark and handsome Dom wearing leather pants and a sleeveless vest. You know, with maybe a whip or a flogger tied to their hip, and always demanding you drop to your knees." She laughed softly. "Okay, so maybe I exaggerated that a little bit, but you know what I mean? I worried it would be the stereotype of a cross between a porn movie set and a nightclub."

He laughed. "Well, you're actually not that far off. When you come to the club and it's open you'll see it is a lot like a regular nightclub - except, yes, some people are wearing fetish wear and some people are wearing nothing at all. Not everyone will have a perfect body, but everyone's pretty damn comfortable in their skin, if you get what I mean. You might even see a Dom in leather pants, although I'm not too sure about the sleeveless vests. Many of us do take off our shirts, though, especially when we scene." He met her gaze head on. "It can get pretty hot in there." 

She fanned herself with her hand at the thought of him with no shirt, paddle in hand, and her awaiting his pleasure. "Shit, it's getting pretty hot in here."

He laughed and pleasure burst through her. It was nice just sitting with him. 

"So, is that what you found on the internet? Men who wore leather pants and demanded you kneel at all times?"

She sighed. "Yeah. It was a real letdown. A lot of puffed up idiots who thought that calling themselves dominant made them dominant. That somehow that gave them the right to make it all about them. It was all about blowjobs and booty calls, but not about dominance or submission. Except for the ones who seemed to think that being the dominant gave them the right to smack you around."

Something deadly flared in his eyes. "Did somebody smack you around?"

She arched an eyebrow. "Do you really think I would let somebody smack me around?"

"Damn it. It's a dangerous fucking world out there, Ronnie. What made you put that ad on the Internet?"

"Look at me," she said. "I'm a thirty-four year old tomboy who would rather clean an engine than get my hair done and it shows. Sure, I've had sex, even good sex, but I've never had a relationship before. I've never been in love, and I thought if internet dating could work for other people why not me?" 

He visibly calmed himself, taking a deep breath before nodding at her. "I get it. It can be tough to find someone. What made you realize you were submissive?"

She blushed, but remembering how they met up again, she pushed past any nerves at speaking so freely. "I thought about the men I had been with, and which ones I thought were good sex, and which were just...exercise, and realized that the good sex had always been with a guy who took charge. Those guys who took charge were also the ones I'd wanted to spend more time with if given the chance. It was like a lightbulb went off in my head, and once I realized that was what did it for me, I didn't look back." 

When he nodded, she kept talking. The words just tumbling from her lips without thought. "I did internet searches, read some blogs and some books. The more I read, the more I wanted to do and explore. Then I found the adult dating site, and thought it was perfect. Put up a profile and - bam! - I had men emailing and asking to meet." She stopped suddenly. Not sure she wanted to share the rest. 

Blue eyes soft with concern, Ian reached across the table, putting both his hands over both of hers. "It's okay, Ronnie. Nothing you can say will change the way I see you."

Relief flowed through her. How had he known exactly what she needed to hear? 

"At first I was like a kid in a candy store," she admitted. "I met with too many men, and tried too many things. I look back now and think I'm lucky I didn't get killed. I mean, I'm not an idiot, and I have good instincts. I never let any of them tie me up, or restrain me in any way, no matter how much I craved it. But I did let them do things like spank me, or fuck my face." She shook her head and laughed softly. "I have to admit to having a bit of an oral fixation." 

He sat back in his chair, and folded his arms across his broad chest. "Oral fixation, huh?"

"Oh, yeah." She flashed him a naughty smile and leaned forward staring deep into his eyes. "I came to the realization that I really love sucking cock. There's just something about being on my knees in front of a man, serving him that way. The smell, the taste, the feel. Oh, god, the feel of a hard cock stroking against my tongue as he grips my hair and thrusts deep enough to hit the back of my throat so hard my eyes start to water and I fight to breathe. I just love it." 

By the time she was done talking, Ian's eyes blazed with a heat that damn near melted her panties off. 

"You," he said in a voice that sent shivers down her spine. "Deserve to be punished for that." 

Her nipples hardened to the brink of pain, and she wiggled in her seat, but she raised her eyebrows and tried to look innocent. "For what?"

He smirked. 

She grinned. 

He leaned forward. "For making my cock so hard all I want to do is bend you over and sink in so deep that I feel your soul surrounding me."

Her eyes widened and Ian's heart pounded as they sat there, just looking at each other and breathing the same air. 

She was beautiful. Beautiful in her honesty, in her desire, and in her eagerness. Ian had to remind himself that they were in a public coffee shop and it would be wrong to reach over the table and drag her into his arms.

Sucking in a deep breath, he shifted back in his chair again to try and ease the erotic tension that had flared up between them so quickly. Before he could say anything and change the topic, she straightened up and spoke again. 

"That's exactly what I came to Overwatch looking for," she said. 

She wasn't making sense. "What?" 

"You," she replied, looking right at him." You're not acting, or pretending. You and Simon and Adam and Conner, you're all for real. Dominance isn't something that can be faked, and I was tired of meeting men who considered it a game. Men who played at it because they saw it as a way to have sex any way they wanted without really caring about what their partner needed. I want a real man, one who knows that true dominance is mental before it ever comes close to being physical. That my submission cannot be demanded - it has to be earned - and when I give it, I give everything." 

Fuck. She made total sense.

A loud burst of laughter from the table next to them made her start. Red started creeping up her chest and neck and Ian gave himself a mental kick in the ass. "Thank you," he said. "For sharing so much with me." 

"You're welcome." Ronnie smiled. "Now, I should go. It's almost twelve." 

"Why do you turn into a pumpkin at midnight?"

She laughed, taking the hand he extended and letting him pull her to her feet. 

"No, but it's past my bedtime, and if I don't get at least six hours of sleep I turn into a raging bitch the next day. The guys at the shop will not thank you." 

They walked back to the club, and he wasn't surprised to see that she drove a pumped up muscle car painted in very pretty purple. It was just like her. Strong, but feminine, and very, very sexy.




Unfettered is the first story in National Bestselling Author Sasha White's sizzling new Overwatch series. This author's brand of Romance with Heat and Erotica with Heart has made her a reader favorite, and she doesn't disappoint. The first full-length story of the Overwatch series, Primal, will be releasing in October, followed by Damaged at the end of the year. 

Visit her website to learn more about her, and her other works. Sign up for her Newsletter for exclusive giveaways and sneak-peeks. 

Praise for the work of Sasha White 

"Intensely sensual." - Romance Junkies

"Packs a tremendous punch...stimulating, steamy [and] scorching-hot." - Fallen Angel Reviews

"Delightful and very thought-provoking." - Enchanted in Romance 

"Creates a carnal haze that envelops the readers, caresses their senses...deliciously decadent." - The Romance Studio

"Sexy, raw, and intriguing." - The Road to Romance   




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New Series Cover Reveal! Harborside Nights by Melissa Foster

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CATCHING CASSIDY  -  HARBORSIDE NIGHTS, Book One 

Wyatt Armstrong never imagined that instead of celebrating his college graduation, he and his twin sister would be dealing with the death of their parents. Then again, Wyatt had never been one to think past tomorrow. He heads to their summer home in Harborside, Massachusetts, with his best friend Cassidy Lowell in tow, to spread his parents’ ashes and to try to figure out his next step. 

Six foot two, infuriatingly handsome, and flirtatious, Wyatt Armstrong has always been there for Cassidy, helping her pass her classes and fend off unwanted advances, while driving her insane with his one-night stands—but that’s what best friends are for, isn’t it? Having each other’s backs. There was never any doubt that she would accompany him to his family’s summer home—even if her jealous boyfriend is giving her hell for it. But he doesn’t have anything to be jealous of…or does he? 

It’s impossible to ignore the sizzling heat between them as Wyatt and Cassidy get even closer, but Cassidy knows Wyatt’s past, and she has a real job to begin in the fall. Wyatt may be a sure thing for the summer, but Cassidy needs more. For the first time in his life, Wyatt is forced to look toward the future if he doesn’t want to lose the one woman who’s shared his past and owns his heart.

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Melissa Foster is the award-winning author of a number of International bestselling novels. Her books have been recommended by USA Today's book blog, Hagerstown Magazine, The Patriot, and several other print venues. She is the founder of the Women's Nest, a social and support community for women, the World Literary Cafe. When she's not writing, Melissa helps authors navigate the publishing industry through her author training programs on Fostering Success.

Melissa hosts an annual Aspiring Authors contest for children, she's written for Calgary's Child Magazine and Women Business Owners Magazine, and has painted and donated several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC. Melissa's interests include her family, reading, writing, painting, friends, helping others see the positive side of life, and visiting Cape Cod.

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Once in a Blue Moon by Delilah Devlin ~ Book Blast: Excerpt & Giveaway



Welcome to the Book Blast for Once in a Blue Moon by Delilah Devlin! Below you'll find the book info, an excerpt, and a giveaway!  



Title: Once in a Blue Moon
Series: Beau Rêve Coven #1
Author: Delilah Devlin
Release date: July 15th 2014
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Genre: Adult Fiction, Paranormal 
Format: eBook

Purchase Links: Amazon | B&N | Samhain  



For readers 18+



When testing an enemy for weaknesses, prepare for things to get hard. 

Bryn Cavanaugh and her coven like that the community they live in is isolated thanks to a storm that destroyed the bridge between them and the outside world. Now the state wants the bridge rebuilt. When the construction crew checks into the inn, Bryn begins to suspect something about the crew's boss isn't quite...human. 

Bridges are Ethan Thorne's thing - after all, he's a troll - so building a simple span over a remote canal in backwater Louisiana shouldn't be this much of a problem. When he follows the pretty little innkeeper to a midnight rendezvous, he discovers why his crew keeps running into trouble. Bryn and her coven are casting spells in the moonlight. 

As a troll, Ethan feels the sting of his low place in demon hierarchy. But finding an unprotected coven of witches in the middle of the bayou could lead to all sorts of adventure. And it's better to keep your enemies close...

Warning: Contains a handsome troll (Hey, it can happen!) who's skilled at building sexual tension with his hands - and several other body parts, as well - and a witch who's determined to protect her home, but forgets to shield her heart.






EXCERPT #1: Meet Bryn

Bryn Cavanaugh stirred the contents of a large black pot, breathing in the rich aromas scenting the air. 

"With your blessings, come weal and bounty,
With our efforts, come fortunes plenty." 

The spell was short and to the point. She doubted the Powers That Be felt slighted. The Beaux Rêve women worked damn hard and never took their blessings fro granted. She dipped a spoon into the broth and tasted it, closing her eyes as she sampled the spicy mix. "Delicious." 

She turned off the flame beneath the large pot of shrimp gumbo she'd begun the night before. For now, it could steep in its fragrant roux. When she returned, she'd light the burner again to let it simmer slowly until it was ready for tonight when her sisters gathered for the evening meal. Satisfied, Bryn left her large, airy kitchen and headed toward the front door of the inn. 

Cooking the large stew had been time-consuming. A task that had taken her mind off the trouble that was brewing. Today, the sisters faced enemies, and she was determined to remain calm, study their adversaries and determine their weaknesses while smothering the interlopers with kindness. Her totem was the rabbit, a symbol of abundance and comfort, and her element was the Earth. She would need to channel both to remain steadfast and calm. 

She paused to rifle through the stones in the bowl beside the door. Some were polished and some raw crystals. She found her two favorites - a polished amethyst carved into a worry stone with a soft indentation for her finger to rub against when she grew agitated and a piece of raw witch's amber. One for cleansing her spirit of stress and the other for deflecting negativity. These she'd also need this morning.

She put both in the pocket of her long flowing skirt and stepped off the porch, barefoot today, because she wanted nothing between herself and the Earth. Freshly cut grass tickled her insoles. She smiled, her first in days since news had arrived that outsiders were descending on them. 

"Mornin', Bryn." 

Looking to her right, she caught sight of Father Guidry watering his small garden beside his tiny clapboard church. She gave him a wave, her silver and beaded bracelets jangling on her arms, but didn't stop to discuss his plantings. No doubt he'd say this year's success was due to prayer. Oh, and he'd be right. 

She didn't have the heart to tell him she'd snuck into his garden every night for weeks to pray to the Goddess for her favor. The elderly priest was a kind man, and he tolerated the sisters of the Beaux Rêve coven while continuing to hold out hope they'd see the error of their strange ways. 

Tolerance was a blessing, and something the folks of Bonne Nuit, Louisiana, gave in abundance. Sure, they'd been suspicious of the women when they'd first arrived in their tiny hamlet. But the prosperity the women had brought - the jobs and self-sufficiency - had earned them, if not acceptance then at least a place in this isolated community. However, the isolation, something the coven considered their greatest blessing, was now threatened. Progress had arrived. 

She stayed in the grass beside the sidewalk, skirting Main Street and walking toward the river where her sisters were gathered. But as she neared the canal, she found they'd been joined by gawkers. Nearly all of Bonne Nuit was there. 

Radha and Darcy stood glaring at the gathering on the opposite bank while Aoife and Miren stared at the clouds above them. 

"You're blind," Miren said. "It's a scimitar. A reminder we aren't without weapons for this battle." 

Aoife shook her head, a frown bisecting her pale brows. "It's the Reaper's scythe. We're doomed."

Bryn rolled her eyes. She didn't need to read portents in the clouds. All she had to do was look straight across the divide at the big machinery and the crew of strangers there to operate the earthmovers, crane and dump trucks to know they were in real trouble. 

"I take it the injunction was lifted?" she asked the group. 

Radha nodded. "Last night. I'm sure they paid a judge to do it in the dark of night. Demons do their best work in the dark."

Bryn took her gloomy response with a grain of salt. The witches were ever vigilant of demons, but the more likely culprit was simply the state's schedule for recovery from the last hurricane. The bridge that had connected Bonne Nuit to the rest of the world had been swept away three years ago. Something the town had taken in stride since it was a cyclical occurrence. This part of Jefferson Parish was prone to flooding. And Gus Hearn, a local with a Duck Dynasty beard and an old ferry boat, provided transport across the water when needed. 

Gus's boat was already docked on the opposite bank, and he was loading two vehicles, a green construction-company pickup and a delivery truck bringing supplies to Darcy's crafters' cottage. 

"We can't take this lying down," Darcy said, shaking back her long red hair. "Tonight's a blue moon."

Bryn stiffened. "The last time we asked for intervention didn't turn out so well. Remember, we asked for rain for our summer planting? We got a deluge that nearly wiped out the entire crop. Perhaps we should let things be. They'll build their bridge, and the Goddess will send another storm."

Darcy's frown was fierce. "But strangers will walk amongst us. What if we're found?"

"So far we've been lucky. Blessed," she said, her tone even and filled with conviction. "But we knew this day would come. We're stronger now. If demons find us, we'll simply show them we've grown a backbone, and that we don't need their counsel or their manly protection." 

Darcy shrugged, but her green eyes still flashed with fire. "I don't think we'll bring bad luck if we ask for intervention and cast a banishing spell. I vote we meet tonight."

The others glanced around their circle and slowly raised their hands. Four to one. 

Bryn sighed. They had no leader, no high priestess, so majority ruled - a policy they'd adopted the moment they'd fled upper Michigan.

Tonight, they'd meet under the blue moon.

And while she'd scoffed at Miren's and Aoife's attempts at aeromancy, she felt a little guilty withholding her own confusing portent that had invaded her dreams the night before. The cloud above them wasn't shaped like a scimitar or a scythe. If her dream was right, it was a penis. The dream filtered through her mind again...

Moonlight gleamed through curtains. Large, callused hands stroked over her back and buttocks as the man in her bed waited while she sank slowly on his cock. She'd felt the pressure inside her, smelled his earthy musk. But while moonlight illuminated his brawny frame, his face had remained in shadow.

She'd interpreted the sex as meaning that her privacy was about to be invaded. That she'd be tempted to set aside her vow to remain celibate and autonomous while she constructed a self-sufficient life.

But the intimacy of the dream could also mean she'd been alone long enough. The company of her sisters couldn't fulfill her innate need as one connected to the circle of life, to Gaia the mother - the need to bear children. Children would ensure their future as a coven. 

Perhaps the fact she'd been unable to see his face meant that any man might serve her need. When they'd fled their previous life, they'd foresworn true love because a witch could only know love once in her lifetime. A human male could provide his seed, but only a demon could hold her heart. The danger of mating with a demon, of becoming enslaved to his desires, was too dangerous to her freedom.

Reaching into her pocket to rub the amethyst, she concentrated on her blessings - on her sisters and this quiet place, on all the bounty they had brought to the community with their works. Her finger warmed the stone, and it began to vibrate, sending warmth up her arm and through her shoulder before spreading down into chest. 

Calm again, she squared her shoulders and stared across the water at the ferry bringing the first wave of strangers. Perhaps she'd been too quick to paint their arrival as something black and ominous. She'd wait and see. And tonight, when her small coven drew down the moon, she'd offer a small prayer to the Goddess for a sign.                        




Until recently, award-winning romance author Delilah Devlin lived in South Texas at the intersection of two dry creeks, surrounded by sexy cowboys in Wranglers. These days, she's missing the wide-open skies and starry nights but loving her dark forest in Central Arkansas, with its eccentric characters and isolation - the better to feed her hungry muse!

For Delilah, the greatest sin is driving between the lines, because it's comfortable and safe. Her personal journey has taken her through one war and many countries, cultures, jobs, and relationships to bring her to the place where she is now - writing sexy adventures that hold more than a kernel of autobiography and often share a common thread of self-discovery and transformation.

Delilah Devlin is a prolific and award-winning author of erotica and erotic romance with a rapidly expanding reputation for writing deliciously edgy stories with complex characters. Whether creating dark, erotically-charged paranormal worlds or richly descriptive historical stories that ring with authenticity, Delilah Devlin "pens in uncharted territory that will leave the readers breathless and hungering for more..." (Paranormal Reviews). Ms. Devlin has published over 100 erotic stories in multiple genres and lengths. 

She is published by Atria/Strebor, Avon, Berkley, Black Lace, Cleis Press, Ellora's Cave, Harlequin Spice, Kensington, Running Press, and Samhain Publishing.   







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