"When Beth boldly seduces Grey Sexton, a self-controlled merchant prince from New York, she finds herself too fascinated by his ice-over-fire nature to stay away. His possessive determination to own her, body and soul, threatens to expose her secret erotic life to public shame." Author: Natasha Blackthorne
Pages: 65 pages
Publisher: Total-E-Bound Publishing
Published: August, 2011
Form: E-book (
from author for an honest review)
Genre: Historical Erotic Romance
Amazon: Buy / $3.48 (Kindle) Barnes & Noble: Buy / $3.48 (Nook) All Romance Books: Buy / $4.36 (E-book) Total-E-Bound: Buy / $4.50 ($3.92) (e-book)Excerpt: 1st Chapter below the review!
"Seeking sexual excitement and conquest, poor but beautiful Beth seduces wealthy merchant prince Grey Sexton, only to find herself the pursued as he seeks to own her body and soul.
Flouting the moral standards of Jeffersonian America, temptress Beth McConnell lets no man touch her heart. Her motto is love them once and leave them burning.
But when she boldly seduces Grey Sexton, a self-controlled merchant prince from New York, she finds herself too fascinated by his ice-over-fire nature to stay away. His possessive determination to own her, body and soul, threatens to expose her secret erotic life to public shame.
But Beth will only surrender her love to a man she can trust. And Grey's materialistic approach to relationships leaves her little reason to believe he can ever give her what she truly needs.
For these two cynical yet lonely people, can deep sexual intimacy work a miracle and lead to the opening of their hearts?"
I loved this novella! Natasha Blackthorne has the style of an author who knows what she's writing, the novella isn't a show on what 1800's people used or dressed in, she just drops you into this world without the tedious tells of what, for example, pantaloons are. Why I mention this is because I loved it, I love just getting into the world without the unnecessary establishing in minutia of the world. See I love reading Historical Romances so when she states it's 1800's my mind is there, I know the rugged edges and the luxury so it's so much fun to just drop into the story and not have to be lectured on what is what.
I liked the plot a lot, two control driven individuals trying to get what they want until they come to such standoff that someone just has to give. Delicious!
I loved Beth, she's sassy, seductive and witty and she gives the uptight Grey a run for his money by not being what he expects women or lovers to be. The tension and attraction between the couple is tangible and the little cat-and-mouse they play with each other makes for a yummy read! And the love scenes are scorching hot!
This is a novella, and luckily there is a sequel because I most definitely want to spend more time with Grey and Beth! I hope you will too, there is an excerpt right below this review ( 18+ only - yes it gets bit naughty there ) and below the excerpt is chat transcript with the author - enjoy!
Rating :
(18+ Only Excerpt)
Chapter One
Philadelphia, PA
Spring, 1812
Grey couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Philadelphian women were the cream of the Republic, but damn if this one didn’t exceed all previous definitions. Curling wisps of hair escaped from her indigo bonnet and trailed down her graceful neck. He’d never seen hair that colour—like champagne shimmering in the moonlight.
She looked up, giving him his first full sight of her face. Sky blue eyes, full of aching, longing…and something else. Abject sadness. Haunting.
Something caught in his chest. Something reminiscent of pleurisy. Well, it wasn’t surprising. Philadelphia air was notoriously insalubrious and the day was oppressively damp. He blinked, glancing away. Was he losing his wits? Haunting eyes? What romantic nonsense. If he didn’t know better, he’d think he was getting a fever.
He glanced at his pocket watch. God, time was crawling. He’d arranged this series of lectures to entice potential investors, and last week in Boston had been most profitable. However, today, Mason’s Bookstore was packed with adolescent boys who sat with their mouths agape listening to local captains recount tales of privateering glory. His own speech on how and why to invest in a voyage had been met with yawns and bobbing heads. What a waste of an afternoon.
Shifting in his seat, he sensed her gaze. Lingering. Burning him. Against his will, he turned back to her. Those eyes seemed to reach across the room, directly into him, to touch his emptiness.
What a fanciful notion. His wits must be addled.
She didn’t drop her gaze, as a modest woman might. Instead, she appraised him, boldly weighing and measuring. A hint of her tongue flirted along the seam of her pink lips. Her eyes smouldered as if she’d read his every erotic longing and fantasy in his face. He shifted again, trying to adjust for the heated blood rushing into his cock. The corners of her mouth turned up and humour glinted in her eyes. Clearly, she found his interest amusing. She found him amusing.
By God, then, I’ll have her beneath me, writhing and begging me to fuck her.
Damned if he wouldn’t.
The fervour of his thoughts shocked him back to his senses. People were talking and laughing and moving around. The lecture was over. He got up to leave, but he found himself standing at the windows, transfixed by the rain sheeting down.
“My goodness.” The breathy, feminine voice hit him low in his gut and he didn’t have to look to know who’d spoken. Something primal pounded through his blood. An urge to turn, grasp her by the back of her hair and kiss her with such brute force she would run.
Shaken, he took several long, deep breaths before he trusted himself enough to turn to her. He looked down to where her head barely met his shoulder and suddenly he was drowning in those azure eyes.
“It’s so hard, isn’t it?” she said in breathy, bedchamber tones.
“Pardon me, Madam?”
“The rain. It’s coming down so hard today. Buckets and buckets full.” Her voice sounded sincere but her eyes glimmered with mirth.
“Yes, it is.” He kept his tone cool, polite.
She stood so close his arm almost touched her breast. So close her tangy, sweet gardenia-like scent became intoxicating.
“Pardon me, Madam, but do you have some question about investing in a privateer venture?”
“Oh, no, they answered all my questions in the lecture.”
“But how could they have? You came in after the part about investing.”
“I didn’t really have any particular questions—I come to all the lectures here.” She glanced at the chalk board on the opposite wall, where the names of the lecturers were posted. “You are Mr Asahel de Grijs Sexton of New York?”
“At your service.”
“Your middle name means grey…like your eyes. Correct?”
“Yes. It’s Dutch.” It had been his mother’s maiden name.
“And you’re here to invest in privateering voyages for the expected war?” She took hold of the curtain’s thick, gold, braided cord.
“I own some ships and take on investors. I also invest in other voyages. It’s a numbers game, for safety.”
She gave a soft sigh… No, it was more like a moan. A lush, bedroom sound that made his lower belly tighten.
“Well, I was wondering…” She caressed her fingers up and down the braided cord in a way that could only be described as suggestive. Sinfully so. Right here in the book store.
A tide of lust like he had never felt before swept through his blood and stiffened his cock.
“I—I was wondering…” She trailed her fingers one last time before she dropped the cord. A half-smile curved her lips.
“Yes, Madam?” The steadiness of his voice amazed him.
“Could you—” She drew her lashes down as she spread her lips in a slow, sensual smile. “Would you be so kind as to give me a ride in your carriage?”
Her inflection left no doubt what kind of ride she meant.
What true gentleman could disappoint a lady? He offered her his arm. “Come, then.”
She raised fine, pale-gold brows. “I cannot be seen leaving here in your company.”
“Then what?”
“Drive around the block and wait there. I shall come along presently.”
“It’s raining like the flood. You cannot walk in that.”
“Do you think I shall melt?” Her deep and throaty laugh resonated deep in his balls.
“I think a gentleman doesn’t expect a lady to walk in the rain.”
She laughed again. “Oh, but I am not a lady.”
“Don’t talk like that.” His harsh tone puzzled him. Where had it come from?
“Did my fine silk gown fool you?” She plucked her coarse woollen skirt. Her fingerless nankeen gloves revealed digits reddened as though they habitually spent hours soaked in lye. The sharp contrast with her refined loveliness made his throat burn and he swallowed tightly.
She sighed. He glanced up. Her eyes were sad again and her emotion seemed to touch him in places he’d forgotten had existed. Damn, she was beautiful. How many times had he repeated that today? God, he was making a jackass of himself. But what did she really want from him? She was bold, yes, but she lacked the hardened look of a girl on the town. Maybe poverty had forced her into temporary whoring.
“You need money?” The hoarse terseness of his whisper surprised him.
“I don’t want your money.” She turned her gaze to him. Bold, blue and full of unmistakable longing. “I only want a ride.”
* * * *
Alone with her in the carriage, Grey took her hand and caressed it. Her fingers grated roughly against his. The burning sensation returned to his throat, making him cough. Her eyes were full of that earlier sadness. And longing. Compassion and sympathy flooded him, rendering him incapable of thinking clearly. Making him aware of his own sadness, the emptiness that had been with him so long he’d forgotten it was even there. It was getting to be unnerving. As if there was a cord attached to his innards that she could yank at will.
What the devil was he getting into here?
He kept his life orderly. Free of emotional entanglements and excess. He certainly never spent time indulging his more maudlin emotions. And yet, right now, the combination of sympathy and sexuality was overpowering. Irresistibly seductive.
Maybe he was turning sick. Maybe he was lying in bed right now, delirious with fever.
He squeezed her hand. “What is your name?”
“Beth.”
He exhaled her name, cupping her face and rubbing his thumbs over the hollows beneath her cheekbones. The sensation was pure luxury, the texture of her skin like satin cream.
She closed her eyes, lifted her face. Barely aware he moved still closer, he felt her soft mouth under his with a sense of shock. She moaned and opened her mouth, all hot, wet and spicy-sweet, like mulled cider against his tongue.
He moved his hands down her back against the coarse wool of her bodice, pulling her closer. The folds of his cravat rustled, crisply crushing. She cried out. Damn—his cravat pin. He leaned away, stripped his coat off, plucked out the offending pin and came back to her. She laughed and tugged at his cravat until it came loose. Her grip tight on the two loose ends, she pulled him close to her face and held him in place.
Her taste was so intoxicating. He ravished her mouth without mercy. She returned his strokes measure for measure until they were forced to stop and pant for breath. Fuck, she was so intense. So willing and wanton and womanly. Her fire consumed him. Part of him—the gentlemanly part—watched appalled as he hooked his fingers around the damp hem of her coarse woollen skirt and pushed it up in one swift motion, baring her to the waist. She gasped, then laughed again.
Her legs, milky white, long and lovely, parted to reveal the pale gold and pink shell of her cunt. He glided his fingertips over her inner thigh. Damn, she had amazing skin. The equal of any lady’s he’d touched. He slid his hand higher, into her apex. She pressed up to meet his fingers, writhing and drenching him with her honey.
He slipped two fingers inside the irresistible, liquid heat. She clenched tight and his cock twitched with impatience. God, he had to be inside her. Now.
She reached for the fall of his pantaloons but he shoved her hands away and wrenched his buttons open. He pressed her back into the plush velvet cushion, then positioned himself for entry. Her hips arched and she sheathed his length in one swift, slick slide. Her sharp cry pierced his ears and he brought his lips down swiftly on hers. She gripped his shoulders fiercely as he moved deep, fast, hard. Her hips met his, thrust for thrust. Her legs gripped his waist to propel him deeper, until the head of his cock banged against the mouth of her womb. At her appreciative cry he continued, fucking her with a brutal abandon.
The smell of their sweat and sex filled the closed, humid carriage. This was what a fuck should be. Always.
Her wet heat convulsed around his hardness, the waves of her pleasure long-lasting and violent. He must withdraw. Now. He tore his mouth away from hers as something between a groan and a sob forced its way past his lips. His whole body shuddered as he withdrew, releasing his seed on her thigh in furious jets.
He touched his forehead to hers. “Dear God.”
* * * *
Beth sat in the farthest corner of the carriage and cast a sideways glance at her dark-haired stranger. The angular cut of his cheekbones and strong, imperious jaw gave him an air of granite-hewn arrogance.
His pale grey eyes cut into her. Hidden behind her worldly-woman smile, her heart fluttered. As if she’d just experienced her first true kiss. As if she’d been truly touched for the first time.
The horses’ hooves. The rain beating on the roof. The distant thunder. The rustle of her skirts as she drew her legs up underneath her. All of them sounded unnaturally loud.
She felt raw, exposed, bleeding.
And she had no one else to blame but herself.
She’d gone to the lecture to meet him. He was an excellent conquest. Blue-blooded, obscenely wealthy, the owner of Sexton Shipping, politically connected and powerful. Once, when she’d been too young to know better, she’d allowed herself to be seduced by a wealthy gentleman. He had promised eternal love, then abandoned her. A bitter lesson but one she’d learnt well. Now she was the seducer. She was very particular, choosing the handsomest and wealthiest of men. To know she could tempt any man of her choosing, even dressed in her shabby clothes, added a perverse thrill, made her dizzy with power. Conquest and control often proved a headier thrill than love.
Then, too, there was the erotic pleasure. She’d always been weak to her sensual drives. Her mother’s wild blood, some would say.
But today it had not been only Sexton’s wealth or handsomeness that had drawn her. It had been the way his frosty eyes had cut into her, stripping her bare of all her secrets. And how they had warmed to silver, shining with such empathy. It was as if he knew her, as if he could see all her faults, all her weak longings and petty spites. Even the tears she shed at midnight, silently into her pillow. And he didn’t judge her for any of it. After that moment of rare soul-to-soul connection, she had to know him. And that had been the problem.
Of course, he had succumbed. Men always did. But today had been different. Her need to experience him gave him a power over her that made her throat go dry and her palms slick. It was time to part ways. She always cut the strings after one encounter. Always left them wanting. It made the conquest all the sweeter.
She flicked the curtain open and gazed out, trying to determine their location. There was nothing to see but the water and grey, rainy sky. She turned back to the gentleman. “Asahel—”
“Grey.” His voice, deep and strong, reverberated in her stomach.
“Grey, I am desperately late getting home.”
He reached back and tapped the carriage wall. “You are not so very late. This normally takes longer.” He paused and grinned. “A lot longer.”
“I think it was more than adequate.”
His touch was gentle on her face. “I want to see you again.”
Her eyes caressed his broad-shouldered, powerful yet elegant form. Longing tingled through her, so ardent that fear followed close on its heels. Her heart began to pound. She should never have started this.
“You want to see me?” She laughed with affected lightness. “In the parlour, with my sister in attendance? Shall we have tea and biscuits, or do you prefer wine and cakes?”
His eyes darkened and the tanned skin tightened over his cheekbones. “You want bluntness? All right. I want to fuck you again.”
“It is very hard for me to get away.”
“You must.” He moved closer, a lock of coal-black hair falling over his brow as he took her hand and pulled it to his lap. His erection felt huge and throbbing beneath the nankeen cloth. Again. Already. She closed her eyes and gripped him as tightly as the fabric would allow, her cunt clenching at the recollection of the mind-drugging effect of his lovemaking. A woman could become a slave to this sort of passion.
“I shall be staying at City Tavern. All month.”
His eyes sparkled, making her stomach bottom out.
He described small circles on her palm. “You must come and see me, and soon, too. You must promise—cross your heart.” He traced an X across her left breast.
She arched up and put her lips upon his. As she kissed him in a long, leisurely fashion, her hand slid up to his chest to feel his heart racing beneath. And why shouldn’t it? She was very good at goodbyes.
Author Chat!
Niina : Welcome to
"For The Love of Reading’s" Author Chat Natasha, glad you could stop by!
Natasha Blackthorne : It is a pleasure to be here.
Niina : I’m in Helsinki (Finland) it’s 7AM and I’m having a cup of rose hip tea – where are you and what are you up to/surrounded by?
Natasha : I am in the USA. It is evening here and dark outside. I am drinking cream soda and listening to music. I have been writing this evening. I just had sweet potatoes and fish for dinner.
Niina : What music are you currently into?
Natasha : I was just now listening to Christmas music, the Choir of Clare College, Cambridge. But I like a lot of different music. It depends on my mood.I spend most of my day surrounded by music. I like Baroque and Classical, Old School R&B, New Wave, Soft Rock from 70&80s, Baroque Pop, 90s jazz-funk/dance, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, disco and funk, oldies from the 40s-60s, Reggae, Folk, Blue Grass, old style country and western.
Niina : Now to your books! Your books 1 and 2 in the Carte Blanche Series
“Grey’s Lady” and
“White Lace and Promises” are out now, how would you describe the books?
Natasha : These are American set Regency romances that are character driven and the conflict between the two main characters, Beth and Grey comes more from their internal drives, beliefs and issues than from external sources.
Grey’s Lady is the story of a wealthy New York merchant price, Grey Sexton, who falls for a poor but beautiful seductress, Beth McConnell. Yet, for all their social and economic differences, at their most basic level, Beth and Grey are very similar. This story explores how these similarities threaten to tear them apart before love can overcome the fear of being vulnerable.
Both Beth and Grey suffered isolation and emotional neglect in childhood. Grey grew up as a privileged only son, heir to Sexton Shipping, one of the fledgling nation’s largest mercantile fleets. Grey’s father was a stern businessman who did not understand his daydreaming son and held him at a distance. A child in this position might take solace in a closer relationship with his mother. However, Grey’s mother was chronically ill and unable to bear his childish energy. She kept to her chambers and died while he was still quite young. Later at age nineteen, Grey engaged in an emotionally scarring experience with a slightly older woman, something that is not covered in Grey’s Lady. All of these back story issues and how they affect their relationship are explored in more depth in the sequel, White Lace and Promises.
In contrast, the focus of Grey’s Lady is on the immediate interaction between two wounded and self-protective people who feel an overpowering attraction to each other but who do not want to admit it to themselves or the other.
Niina : I have to say I absolutely loved "Grey's Lady"! Now third book in the series
“Alex’s Angel” is coming out in February 2012, what can we expect from the new “cast”?
Natasha : The third book in the Carte Blanche series is a full-length novel titled Alex’s Angel and it takes place in Philadelphia in 1793. The heroine is a young woman who has been sheltered. She’s artistic, a bit a crusader, very sensual and strong-minded with very definite ideas about her art. It’s a very erotic and emotional. It is scheduled for release on February 28, 2012. Here is a short blurb: In the wake of a devastating epidemic, sheltered Emily Eliot finds herself alone, making her own decisions for the first time. When desperation leads her to sell her virtue, she walks straight into trouble.
Enter one gorgeous, golden haired gentleman bent on protecting her…Alexander Dalton came to the Blue Duck Tavern seeking to lose himself in sexual pleasure. Yet when he saw the delicate and vulnerable young woman, he couldn’t turn away. But he needs her to believe in him a lot more than she needs his protection…Alex’s charming smile hides a dark secret that could destroy their chance at happiness. Will their passion burn them up or bring them together?
Niina : Sound good! In “Grey’s Lady” Beth has taken her pleasure into her own hands – a form of taking control of her life – how much fun was it writing a temptress?
Natasha : I loved writing her character. This temptress role is a secret life, a part of herself that she hides from the people who think they know her best. She only shows it to her gentlemen. But Beth is a complex person. Much of her internal conflict in White Lace and Promises comes from the sudden collision of these two words, her everyday life and her secret life. Elizabeth, the good and Beth the bad. Grey will be the first person to know her in both roles. That's a very threatening thing for her to cope with.
Niina : And then there is Grey Sexton a man who enjoys his control and isn’t willing to give it to Beth, what do you think makes a man with an attitude (and arrogance) sexy?
Natasha : Maybe it is the challenge of breaking through that control. Or maybe it is the power that a man commands if he can control himself and focus on his goals.
Niina : Agreed! Man with that focus definitely has that something. ;) What made you choose Erotic Historical Romance as your preferred genre?
Natasha : I am in love with history. It is the humanity of historical people that draws me. Not their highest achievement but the life of their hearts. Their little human imperfections and blind spots. The things they wanted most but could not have and how they dealt with that. Their sorrows and their joys. I enjoy exploring history at a very personal level. I enjoy reading biographies, letters, diaries and things like this.
There are some very passionate stories from this time in real history told through letters and other personal accounts. Sometimes so little is said but the words chosen are so powerful that emotion leaks in between the lines. In reading their stories, I begin to feel so deeply for these people. So for me, it’s really a natural thing to go into a deeply personal type of storytelling about the periods of history that interest me the most. And what is more personal than erotic love? Especially if is erotic love that is able to break through people’s self defenses and bring real change into their lives.
I prefer to write about the deepest interaction between two people in this way.
Niina : What chapter, or scene, did you most enjoyed writing and why?
Natasha : I enjoyed writing the whole novel very much. The first scene is special to me. That was how the story came to me. I had been studying the period, the location deeply. Reading a lot about the merchants and their lives. Grey as a character came to me and showed me this moment in the Philadelphia bookseller’s when he made eye contact with this woman who had sad eyes. He’s pierced by her look, flooded by his own emotions. He is a person who prefers to avoid emotion in himself and others. He’d like to run. But he can’t look away. She came closer to him and engaged him in a very bold way. A way he couldn’t possibly ignore. There was no escape from the feelings she evoked in him. His life is changed forever in that moment and he doesn't even know it yet.
Niina : I loved the beginning as well! Which character in your book became your favorite?
Natasha : I love them both.
Niina : Hard to choose, right, when they are both great? ;)
Natasha : Yes, I don't have a favorite between them. Beth was more complex than Grey.
Niina : Now what makes for an awesome hero, and heroine?
Natasha : I am not sure that's a question that can be answered simply. Different characters are appealing for different reasons. In my novella,
Waltz of Seduction, the heroine is very shy, very unsure of her place in the world. But she knows what she wants and she's quietly determined to get it. However, she's a very different character than Beth. I enjoyed writing her as much as Beth.
Niina : What about your lead characters Beth, or Grey, makes you go, “oh don’t do that!”?
Natasha : I suppose it is that they are so very stubborn and determined not to change. But it is hard to feel impatient with them because of understanding them at a deep level. I see why they do what they do even when they do not.
Niina : Now to more personal questions! Your Top 3 bad boys in fiction?
Natasha : Heathcliff, Edward Rochester, Valmont from Dangerous Liaisons
Niina : Ah, classics! Name three physically closest books to you?
Natasha : Hands and Hearts: A History of Courtship in America by Ellen K. Rothman
Gotham: A History of New York City by Edwin Burrows
A History of New York From the Beginning of World by Washington Irving
This is my writing area so I don't have any fiction books here really.
Niina : We are just past Christmas and coming towards New Years! Did you get any cool gifts and is there a New Year’s resolution you’re making?
Natasha : I got some dark red flannel sheets, several comfortable cotton t-shirt dresses and several books. I am happy. Me and my husband had a nice quiet Christmas and I have been busy writing a short story for next summer.
I guess my New Year's resolution is to be more organized here around the house.
Niina : Artistic people don't need to be organized. ;) If you could time-travel where and what age would you hit first? (after all if one can time-travel they rarely stay in one place ;) )
Natasha : I am fascinated mostly with the time period from 1600 to 1840 AD, so I would pick different times all during that timeframe.
Niina : Now, what's the best part about being an author? And what’s the worst?
Natasha : Writing is just something I had to do. I didn't have a choice in it. Characters tell me their stories and pressure me to capture them. It is a drive that can't be ignored for long. There's a lot of hard work trying to capture the scenes as they are and not to impose my own will on them. That's usually how I get into trouble. So that's the worst part, learning to get out of my own way. The best part is when I succeed at this and can just let the stories flow as they should.
Niina : Okay, before we finish here are some Quick Fire Question:
Cats or dogs? Cats. I adore cats.
Coffee or tea? I don't have a preference.
Dark chocolate or milk chocolate? Milk chocolate but I prefer white chocolate.
Beach or forest? Forest
Night or day? Definately night
Bad boys or good cops? I always like nice guys, lol. I can be bad enough for both of us.
Brunettes or Blonds? It depends on the man.
Vampires or werewolves? vampires
Romance or erotica? I prefer erotic romance. So that's a hard question to answer.
Men: Alpha-male or submissive? Alpha male
Male POV or female POV (Point Of View)? I don't value one over the other, I like to get both sides in a story.
Pick-up or Mini-van? Mini-van, it is more comfortable.
Beer or Wine? Wine
Pizza or Restaurant? Pizza
Cake or Donuts? Cake
TV or DVD? DVD
Movies: Romantic comedies or Action/Adventure? Romantic comedies
Winter or Summer? Winter
Times New Roman or Courier? TNR
Crayons or markers? markers
Niina : Final question! What are you currently working on?
Natasha : I am working on an erotic romance novella set in Colonial America
Niina : Thanks for visiting the “For The Love of Reading!” Natasha, hope you visit again soon!
Natasha : Thank you so much for having me here today. I enjoyed it very much. :)
I have always been a daydreamer who told myself stories of love and romance set in other times and places for my own pleasure. Eventually my story worlds became so real, they demanded to be brought out of my imagination and onto the page. It gives me great joy to finally share them with you. I hope you enjoy my story world.
I am married to my own hero and we share our life with a very quirky calico cat. I have a B.A. in History and I love to read both romance and scholarly history and I listen to a variety of music from classical to reggae. But mostly I am hard at work writing my next story.
I highly recommend you go get your copy of
Grey's Lady if you love Regency Romance, Historical Romance and feisty heroines!
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