Monday, April 9, 2012

An Interview with Lucy Felthouse

Please join me in welcoming Lucy Felthouse as she shares with us a little about her erotic writing, her love for vampires, and who she wouldn’t mind having nibble her neck sometimes.

Be sure to check out her hot excerpt from Punish Me Good, her latest Fem-Dom release. Just make sure the kids aren’t around! It’s for adult eyes only.

1) Links to website and list of books with purchase links.


2) How long have you been writing? What got you in to writing?

I've always written, ever since I was a child, but I only started writing seriously, and for publication in 2006. I think what got me into writing was my love of reading, but it's so long ago that I can't be sure!

3) What was your first published book? Looking back, is there anything you’d change about it?

I started out as a short story writer, and my first erotic story that I sold was Fantasy Assignment, which is available in The Best of Lucy Felthouse. If I were to re-write it, I'd perhaps make some changes, but nothing major. I still think it's a pretty good story.

4) What or Who has influenced your writing?

I wouldn’t say anyone has influenced my writing. People have encouraged me, but I don't try to copy or emulate anyone, I just write what comes naturally, and hope that people like it!

5) Where do you get your ideas?

Story ideas come from anywhere and everywhere. It can be a person, an item, an overheard conversation, a book, a film… absolutely anything. I just have to remember to write my ideas down so I don't forget them! In terms of environment, I write in the same place most of the time so I don't think that makes a difference, though I think the weather can sometimes. I seem to write faster when it's raining heavily outside – which is handy as I live in England ;)

6) What hinders your writing? (distractions? noise?)

At the moment, my new puppy is a huge distraction, though he's so cute I don't really mind. And yes, noise always hinders my writing, so I try to write when the house is quiet-ish.

7) What genre are you most comfortable with? What would you like to explore?
I wouldn't say I'm more comfortable in one genre than another. I write in a number of sub-genres, including paranormal, lesbian, bisexual, etc, and I enjoy it all. I just write the stories that come into my head, and don't worry too much about what genre it is. In terms of what I'd like to explore, I'd like to start writing some m/m stuff. I've started a story, but I need to get it finished and sent off for hopeful publication.

8) Are you a by-the-seat-of-your-pants kind of writer, or do you have to use an outline to put your collective thoughts into some semblance of common sense?

I’m definitely a by-the-seat-of-my-pants writer. I may have literally a one liner idea of what I'm going to write about, but I've never been very good at planning my stories. However, up until recently I've only written short stories so there was never really any need. I'm now branching out into longer works though, so the planning is becoming more essential, so I'm finding myself scribbling down rough outlines.

9) Which of your books is your favorite? Why?

I have a soft spot for my story, Bite with Height, as it's set in one of my favourite cities, Paris. It's also had lots of great feedback, and the characters have captured my imagination to the extent that I want to continue their story and write a full-length novel about them.

10) Do you incorporate some of yourself into your characters? Personality traits? Likes? Dislikes?

Not intentionally, but sometimes my characters share my taste in food, men, music and also have the same sense of humour. Other times though, we're complete opposites.

11) What is your latest release? Please share the blurb and purchase info with us.

My latest release is a fem-dom mini-anthology, called Punish Me Good:

Two hot tales of fem-dom and BDSM that you won’t forget

Gorgeous, sexually talented and above all, completely obedient, Malachi loves to please his beautiful mistress. Humiliation, spanking, switching; he’ll take it all and more, for the heady taste of Avery is something he literally cannot live without.

Trophy Boyfriend
Ethan is what most would call eye candy. He looks good, and is dynamite in the sack. Sadly, he’s also as dumb as a box of rocks, a fact that his girlfriend can no longer overlook. Deciding to end things with the minimum of fuss, she plans for their relationship to go out with a bang.

Trophy Boyfriend has been previously published in Cleis Press anthology, Best Bondage Erotica 2012.

12) What do you have in the works?

I'm just finishing up a bondage short story, which I hope to get submitted in the next couple of days. After that, who knows? I have so many projects on the go that I always have something to keep me busy!

13) Do you have any suggestions/comments for prospective authors?

Read as much as you possibly can in the genre that you want to write. Learn to edit your work as much as possible so an editor will be impressed. And network!

JUST FOR FUN:

1) If you could be an animal, what would it be? Why?

I'd quite like to get inside my dog's head and see what's going on, and what sends him into his crazy mode.

2) If you had super powers, what would they be? Why?

Oh, invisibility for definite. Just think of the fun you could have! ;)

3) If you could be an immortal, what would you want to be? Why?

Probably a vampire. But one that can come out in the sun – because I'd miss it otherwise. Why? Why not?

4) If you could change three things in the world, what would they be? Why?

I'd like to stop all the fighting, cruelty and hunger.

5) What would be a perfect date for you?

A nice meal and a good film at the cinema – I'm a girl of simple tastes

6) Is there anywhere you’d like to visit? Why?

There are far too many places to mention. I've been to lots of great places, but there are so many more I'd love to see!

7) Do you have any obsessions? What are they?

Oh yes, definitely. Let me think... Supernatural, Vampire Diaries, True Blood... and yes, there's a link. They're all paranormal shows stuffed full of hot guys! ;)

8) Do you have a crush on any actor/actress? Who?

Ha, I think I may have hinted at this already. Let's see... Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Ian Somerhalder, Alexander Skarsgard, Philip Winchester and many, many more...

Getting Personal with Lucy Felthouse…

My favourite hobby is walking in the English countryside, particularly the Peak District.
Format: eBook
Blurb:


Book Title: Punish Me Good
Genre: Fem-dom erotica
Publisher: House of Erotica
Purchase

Two hot tales of fem-dom and BDSM that you won’t forget

Punish Me Good
Gorgeous, sexually talented and above all, completely obedient, Malachi loves to please his beautiful mistress. Humiliation, spanking, switching; he’ll take it all and more, for the heady taste of Avery is something he literally cannot live without.

Trophy Boyfriend
Ethan is what most would call eye candy. He looks good, and is dynamite in the sack. Sadly, he’s also as dumb as a box of rocks, a fact that his girlfriend can no longer overlook. Deciding to end things with the minimum of fuss, she plans for their relationship to go out with a bang.
Trophy Boyfriend has been previously published in Cleis Press anthology, Best Bondage Erotica 2012.

Excerpt: Adult
Malachi knelt before his mistress, looking up at her with complete reverence.

“What would you have me do, mistress?”

Tilting her head to one side, she licked her scarlet lips as she studied her slave. Her mind mulled over the possibilities. There were many. But since she was in charge, she started with her favourite.

“OK, slave. Since you ask so nicely, there are a few things you can do for me. First of all, you can lick my pussy.”

Towering over her sub, Avery shifted her legs apart and smiled as Malachi eagerly shuffled between them, his hands bound behind his back. She was a tough taskmaster when it came to oral sex, so Malachi had his work cut out for him, especially without the assistance of his hands.

Wearing her favourite blood-red PVC corset with matching suspender belt, no panties, and thigh-high boots, Avery knew she looked every inch the slut. What’s more, she didn’t care. She felt powerful, sexy, and totally deserving of her position as Malachi’s mistress.

Malachi, on the other hand, didn’t cut such an imposing figure. He knelt between his mistress’ shapely thighs, lapping at her cunt, wearing nothing but a collar and handcuffs. Determined to emasculate him further, she’d used pink fluffy cuffs. Despite his subservient behaviour, Malachi’s cock seemed to have taken on a life all its own. Rising rigid and impressive from the nest of dark blonde curls at the juncture of his thighs, it nestled against his stomach, oozing pre-come so copiously that it ran down his shaft.

Avery cast a sneaky look at his cock and gulped inwardly as she imagined its bulbous head splitting apart her pussy lips and burying deep inside her. She loved the lifestyle and all the kink and mind games that went with it – but she wasn’t averse to a good old-fashioned straight fuck every now and again. Especially from Malachi.

This time, however, Malachi was definitely going to have to earn his reward. Reaching down to grip his blonde tresses roughly between her fingers, she rubbed herself off against his face. Desperate to please, Malachi’s skilled tongue worked in and around her pussy, massaging her clit and sucking her labia until she was ready to explode. Her clit was massively engorged, full of the blood she needed to survive. Then, with a deft flick of his tongue, Malachi made her come.


Sunday, April 8, 2012

Easter Blog Hop Day 3

Welcome to day 3 of the Easter Blog Hop, I’m so glad you stopped by. There are dozens of authors participating in the this year’s Hop and I’m so glad to be a part of it. To check out the other participating authors, just click on the picture on the left.

Over the 3 days, I’ll be posting excerpts from my books along with opportunities to win 1 of 3 prizes I’ll be giving away.

First Prize is a lovely necklace and bracelet set made by me. For this set, I’ve incorporated a few different types of beads: glass, pearl, seed, and glass bugle. To keep with the Easter spirit, I created these pieces using white, gold, and pink beads. It’s a lovely set that can be worn with casual clothes or even a nice dress.

Second Prize is a pdf copy of one of my books, winner’s choice. To check out my backlist, please see the right sidebar. All my book covers are listed there. Just click on a cover to find out more about the book.

Third Prize is a 4-piece set of wine charms, handmade by me. They are fashioned with Easterish colored beads and silver accents. All four are adorned with a beautiful pendant and are sure to be a lovely addition to your favorite wine glass.

How can you enter to win one of these fabulous prizes? It’s simple. Just stop by my site one or more days during the Blog Hop (April 6-8th) and leave a comment about my post for that day. The more days you visit and comment, the more chances you’ll have to win. At the end of the 3 days, I’ll draw 3 winners. See, simple. Be sure to put your email address in your comment so I can reach you if you win.

If you happen to have missed the previous days’ posts, here’s the links to them so you can be sure to enter for each day:


Okay, so let’s get on with today’s post...

Publisher: Wild Child Publishing
Genre: Dark Fantasy/Horror
Format: ebook
BLURB:
EXCERPT:
Cursed to harbor the beast that drove the Prince of Walachia to perform unspeakable acts of cruelty upon her loved ones, Ivona Knight has spent the last five hundred years eliminating all descendants of the Dracula line. Trapped within a remote tavern by a hammering storm, she engages in a storytelling game with her fellow patrons. But as she conveys her tale, she senses a familiar presence emanating from one of the others that stirs emotions deep within her which only one other has ever evoked. Has she found her next target? Or has she become the hunted?

Romania… My homeland as well.

Lucian hid his shock as he settled into his chair and studied the intriguing woman across from him. Her curvy figure bespoke regality, perfect in form. Her delicate facial features, high cheekbones, and dainty nose resembled those of a porcelain doll. A full, sensual mouth the color of the deepest ruby completed the effect.

Shrouded in a thick cloak of long, dark lashes, her eyes startled him. They held an oddness about them; one in which he couldn’t quite put his finger on. As he stared into their mesmerizing depths, he swore he saw something…move.

Perhaps her pupils shifted, or the dance of candlelight tricked his sight. Or mayhap, one too many shots of whiskey had done the trick.

The black velvet of her oriental robe heightened the translucence of her skin, giving her a flawless look, almost ceramic in nature, like the finest of handpainted china. And her sheer, red gown clung to her shape as though one with her flesh, outlining her full breasts and narrow waist with brazen clarity.

Lucian drew in a steady breath as his gaze lingered on her generous cleavage, cleverly displayed by the parted material of her coat. He shifted his gaze to the bold slit in her gown, which revealed a good portion of her long, shapely legs.
Summing up his examination, he drew in a steadying breath as one word came to mind: dangerous.

For some strange reason, he sensed she told the truth. While the others might chalk off her forward declaration as nothing more than an elaborate fairy-tale, something within warned that this striking beauty concealed a fair share of dark secrets; her outward appearance shrouded something evasive and far more sinister.

His eyes strayed to the borders of the limited candlelight. An eerie darkness hung in the air, clinging to her aura like a demonic parasite. Even the shadows seemed to worship her presence, undulating toward her as though paying homage to an ancient queen. His instinct warned that evil lurked deep within her soul.

And yet, he felt no fear. Somehow, fate bound their destinies, their meeting more than chance. Something drew them here, albeit bizarre and unnatural. Perhaps her tale would lend some insight.

His gaze returned to hers, catching her studying him with an unnerving expression of secrecy. Lucian clenched his teeth. Whenever she dropped her chin toward her chest, her black hair slid forward around her cheeks, shrouding the guarded expression in her cold, emotionless stare.

Sleek and shiny, like two panels of the purest silk, her onyx locks shimmered with a subtle hue of blue. With her strange, malachite-green eyes and alabaster skin, she looked ethereal in the flickering candlelight. And perhaps to some of the nerve-frazzled patrons about the room, a bit surreal.

As though she’d read his thoughts, her ruby lips curled into a sensual smile.

“Humans…”

The low growl came from deep in her throat, almost inaudible within the spacious room. Lucian’s eyes narrowed as he watched her flick an imaginary speck of lint from her gown. He sensed she toyed with him, intent on frightening or intimidating him. Although he sat the farthest away, he doubted any of the others heard the unnatural rumble coming from her chest.

Her head snapped up, her piercing gaze locking with his. “Their reactions are so predictable. After all, it’s the denial of mortals and their refusal to believe that has allowed The Evil to survive for so long.”

Lucian’s breath caught in his throat. He knew she’d just spoken to him, yet, her mouth never moved. For the first time since laying eyes on her, he felt a chill of forewarning. She played no game here. While life filled this room—men, women, mortals—Ivona Knight didn’t belong amongst them.

Part of him wanted to get up from his leather armchair and walk out. Swim across the river, take his chances in the forest, whatever it took to get away. But the other part rooted him in place, refusing to budge, almost as though he had to hear her tale, had to know what manner of beast lay beneath her counterfeit exterior.

What drew him to her like the proverbial moth to a flame? Bells of alarm clamored in his head, goading him to run. Against his better judgment, he pasted on a false smile and forced himself to remain.
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Saturday, April 7, 2012

Easter Blog Hop Day 2

Welcome to day 2 of the Easter Blog Hop, I’m so glad you stopped by. There are dozens of authors participating in the this year’s Hop and I’m so glad to be a part of it. To check out the other participating authors, just click on the picture on the left.

Over the 3 days, I’ll be posting excerpts from my books along with opportunities to win 1 of 3 prizes I’ll be giving away.

First Prize is a lovely necklace and bracelet set made by me. For this set, I’ve incorporated a few different types of beads: glass, pearl, seed, and glass bugle. To keep with the Easter spirit, I created these pieces using white, gold, and pink beads. It’s a lovely set that can be worn with casual clothes or even a nice dress.

Second Prize is a pdf copy of one of my books, winner’s choice. To check out my backlist, please see the right sidebar. All my book covers are listed there. Just click on a cover to find out more about the book.

Third Prize is a 4-piece set of wine charms, handmade by me. They are fashioned with Easterish colored beads and silver accents. All four are adorned with a beautiful pendant and are sure to be a lovely addition to your favorite wine glass.

How can you enter to win one of these fabulous prizes? It’s simple. Just stop by my site one or more days during the Blog Hop (April 6-8th) and leave a comment about my post for that day. The more days you visit and comment, the more chances you’ll have to win. At the end of the 3 days, I’ll draw 3 winners. See, simple. Be sure to put your email address in your comment so I can reach you if you win.

If you happen to have missed the previous days’ posts, here’s the links to them so you can be sure to enter for each day:


Okay, so let’s get on with today’s post...

I thought I'd do something a little different today. How about an interview with the two main characters from More Than Prophecy, Darian and Cheyenne...

Publisher: Amber Quill Press
Genre: Romance / Paranormal Romance / Time-Travel Romance
Format: ebook & print

BLURB:
According to ancient prophecy, a woman will come from Earth to bear a child who will end the warring between the Ramekah and Andreas clans, warring that has plagued the hold folk of Zandar for hundreds of years. On the tail of a magical zephyr, Cheyenne, a young Native American woman, is swept through the doorway of an interplanetary portal and whisked away from Earth in a dazing blur of motion. She's deposited, alone and half-naked, in a valley between the grassy knolls of the Rhian Mountains and the dreaded Goetic forest, just inside the boundaries of Andreas Territory.

It's there that Lord Darian Andreas, ruler of the mighty Andreas Clan and master of the powerful Andreas Territory, finds her. Although Darian is a just man who exercises kindness and incorporates mercy into his method of rule--which, in the barbaric world of Zandar, are rare qualities for a man--he's also used to getting what he wants, one way or another. And from the moment Darian lays eyes on the dark-skinned beauty, he knows she's meant to be his. If the Gods are willing, he'll make it so...

Shannon Leigh:

“Good afternoon, everyone. I’m here with the main characters of More Than Prophecy, Cheyenne Ayashe and Lord Darian Andreas. Let’s start with Cheyenne.”

She turns to the pretty Native American woman, taking note of her beautiful long, dark hair and flawless olive skin.

“You came from Earth, isn’t that correct?”

Cheyenne:

Nods. “Yes. That’s right.”

Shannon Leigh:

“Tell us a little about you. Where did you live? Did you have a job? Were you…”

Shannon briefly glances at Darian.

“Ahem, involved with anyone before your trip here?”

Cheyenne:

“No, no boyfriend,” she grins, her expression betraying her embarrassment. “As much as I hate to admit it, I was kind of a bore. I loved in a small town near Tucson, Arizona, and worked as a nurse at the local hospital. I lived with my best friend Aimee—who’s probably been frantic since my disappearance—and my cat Milo. Unlike my roommate, I wasn’t much of a partier. I liked to read and would usually spend my Friday nights curled up with the cat and a good book.”



Shannon Leigh:

“Sounds like your life has taken a drastic change.”

Cheyenne:

“Blushes and nods again, her violet blue eyes drifting to Darian. “Yes. It definitely has.”

Shannon Leigh:

“Now, from what I gather, Zandar if quite a barbaric planet. Have your nursing skills come in handy since you’ve been there?”

Cheyenne:

Returns her gaze to Shannon, her expression sombered. “I’ve saved a few lives—one I wanted to, one I didn’t.”

Shannon Leigh:

“Interesting. Tell us about the day you traveled to Zandar. What was it like? Were you scared?”

Cheyenne:

Expels an incredulous laugh. “Scared would be an understatement, I was terrified! I mean, who wouldn’t be? One minute I’m getting out of my car—a 65 Mustang, canary yellow, I loved that car—and the next, the whole world goes crazy. I didn’t know if a tornado had opened up over my head or what. All I remember is watching this black hole descend upon me, and then nothingness. When I woke up, everything around me had changed.”

Shannon Leigh:

“Wow, I can only imagine what that must have been like. What did you do after you woke up?”

Cheyenne:

“For a few minutes, I was pretty stunned. I kept thinking I was the butt of some sick joke, but when no one jumped out and yelled “surprise!” I quickly realized something bizarre had just happened to me. I mean, there I was, practically naked—“

Shannon Leigh:

“Practically naked?” she incredulously interrupts.

Cheyenne:

Nods affirmation. “Yeah! I didn’t even have my own clothes on anymore. Just some sort of flimsy nightgown thingy. I might as well as have been wearing nothing. Sure as hell didn’t cover much. Anyway, I had no clue where I was, or where to go. I certainly couldn’t stand in that spot forever so I had to make a decision: take my chances in the scary forest behind me, or brave the blaring sun overhead. Either way, I had to find someone to help.”

Darian:

“Aye, an’ that’s when ya found me.”

Shannon Leigh:

Shannon watches the silent exchange as Cheyenne glances at Darian and smiles. Her olive cheeks flush prettily before she lowers her gaze. There’s no denying the attraction between them. Feeling an odd pang of jealousy, she quickly disregards it and refocuses on the interview.

 “Tell us about that. How did you first meet?”

Cheyenne:

“I’d climbed to the top of a hill to get a look around,” she explains, her voice dreamlike. Her gaze seemed to focus on a spot in the distance, staring at something only she could see. “That’s when I saw him. He stood out amongst all his men, so tall, so proud. I remember the look in his eyes when he glanced up and saw me…That’s when I ran.”

Shannon Leigh:

Leans forward in her chair, her attention riveted on Cheyenne. “What did you see in his eyes?”

Cheyenne:

Glances at Shannon before dropping her gaze to her lap. “My future.”

Shannon Leigh:

Turns to the large man seated on Cheyenne’s left. She quietly regards him, starting at large soles of his brown knee-high boots, then moving up to the tight beige pants covering his muscular legs. She lingered a little longer than polite on the generous bulge at his crotch, seemingly kept in check only by the tight lacings of his pants, before moving up to the leather jerkin stretched taut over his broad shoulders and wide chest. When her investigation finally reached his face, she noticed the knowing grin that tugged at his firm mouth. His returned stare said without words that he was quite aware of his sexual appeal.



Feeling her cheeks burn with mortification, she clears her throat and tries to get back on topic. “So, Darian…is it okay if I call you that? Or would you prefer Lord Andreas?”

Darian:

Leans back in his chair, crossing his muscled arms over his bulging pecs and his long, thick legs at the ankles. Despite his barbaric appearance and intimidating size, he looks completely at ease. “Darian will due,” she says with an authoritative voice that seems to rumble deep in his chest. “As long as ya dinna forget  who yer speakin’ with.”

Shannon Leigh:

Nods her head and thinks to herself, I better tread lightly with this one.  He obviously didn’t take too kindly to questions, or disrespect.

“Tell us a little about yourself, Darian.”

Darian:

Looks at Shannon as though she were daft. “Are ya barmy, lass? Ya ken who I am, aye?”

Shannon Leigh:

“Yes, I’m quite aware of you, Darian.” Her face burns again as she realizes her slip. “Of who you are, I mean,” she hurriedly explains. “But I’m sure the audience would like to know.

Darian:

Shrugs nonchalantly. “I am Lord Darian Andreas, ruler of the Andreas Clan and master of the mighty Andreas Territory.”

Shannon Leigh:

Waits a moment to see if he has anything else to add. He merely stares back at her, his malachite-green eyes seemingly boring into her very soul. Feeling heat in her cheeks and moisture between her thighs, she shifts in her seat.

“Okay, then. Let’s move on. So, Darian, what did you think when you saw Cheyenne up on that hill? Were you surprised?”

Darian:

“Aye. The blast of light startled us all. My harse panicked, nearly threw me. By the time I got ‘im under control, she was standin’ there, as if the gods themselves had dropped ‘er on that vera spot.”

He glances over at Cheyenne. “An’ when I saw ‘her, I ken she was menat fer me.”

Cheyenne:

Blushes again, he dark lashes fanning across her reddened cheeks as she glances down and smiles. Catching the possessive glint in Darian’s eyes, Shannon grins as well, imagining Cheyenne running for her life as this mountain of a man, now casually seated in a chair that looks in danger of collapsing beneath his massive frame, charges after her.

Shannon Leigh:

“So what happened after you caught her? What were your plans?”

Darian:

“I dinna ken, at first. I ken she was special, but dinna ken how. I wanted ‘er, that’s all that mattered at the time.”

Shannon Leigh:

“You’re a man who’s used to getting what he wants?”

It really wasn’t a question. She already suspected the answer.

Darian:

“Aye,” he grins, flashing a brilliant smile that causes her heart to race.

Shannon Leigh:

Fans herself with her paper pad. “It’s a little warm in here, don’t you think?”

Darian:

Shrugs with indifference.

Shannon Leigh:

Clears her throat. “Tell us about the prophecy.”

Darian:

“A lass would come from Earth, bearin’ an ancient symbol. With ‘er chosen suitor, she would birth a child that would end the warrin’ between the clans.”

Shannon Leigh:

Turns to Cheyenne. “You have this mark?”

Cheyenne:

Nods affirmation.

Shannon Leigh:

Leans back heavily in her chair. “That’s sounds like a lot of pressure. How do you feel about that?”

Cheyenne:

Huffs with obvious annoyance. “It’s not fair. Because of that stupid prophecy, any man of noble birth has the right to claim me. Trying to accept being sucked into another world is hard enough, now I have every man on the planet wanting me in his bed. I don’t feel like a human being. I’m an object, a coveted prize. I’ve never been so humiliated or scared in my life.”

Shannon Leigh:

“So, you have to choose one man of noble blood. Depending on how many there are, that could be a difficult task.”

Cheyenne:

“I suppose. But I always thought I’d marry for love,” she says, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Darian:

“Ya will, lass,” he reassures. “Fer I’ve no intention of losin’.”

Shannon Leigh:

The depth of Darian’s declaration warms Shannon’s heart. She hopes things go well for these two. There’s obviously more than prophecy involved between them.

“And there you have it, folks, the crux of their dilemma. How will Cheyenne choose the best suitor to father her child? Will Darian get what he wants? You’ll just have to read their story to find out. At this time, I’d like to open the floor to questions. Anyone have something they’d like to ask Cheyenne or Darian?

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