Scot Under the Covers – Wild Wicked Highlanders Book 2 by Suzanne Enoch


Scot Under the Covers
Wild Wicked Highlanders Book 2
By
NY Times Bestselling Author
Suzanne Enoch

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When a resourceful English lady
and a hot-blooded Highlander
join forces to trick a scoundrel,
every rule will be broken!

Miranda Harris is known for her charm, wit, and ability to solve any problem she encounters. But when her brother lands neck-deep in gambling debt to a crafty villain and Miranda is subsequently blackmailed into marrying him, she must enlist the help of the devil himself to save the family honor―and herself.

Devilishly handsome Highlander Aden MacTaggert knows next to nothing about the ways of the ton, but he most certainly knows his way around gaming halls and womens’ hearts. Still, Aden is not sure how he’ll manage to find a Sassenach bride in time to save his family’s inheritance. When his almost sister-in-law Miranda comes to him for assistance, he proposes a partnership: She will help him navigate London society and he’ll teach her everything about wagering…and winning back her freedom. The beautiful, clever lass intrigues Aden―but is she playing her own game, or are the sparks between them real? He is accustomed to risking his pocket. But betting on Miranda’s love is a game he can’t afford to lose. . .

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Aden MacTaggert and his brothers have to find English brides, or they will lose their inheritance including their home in Scotland.

With one brother happily married, Aden and his eldest brother Coll are left with the daunting prospect of navigating the balls of London’s Social season.

Miranda Harris is sister to the man who is to marry Aden’s sister Eloise. She catches Aden’s eye the first time they meet. She isn’t like all the other fluttering maids, she’s outspoken and witty. She also has an extreme aversion to anyone who gambles. Rightly so, since her brother has managed to lose so much money, his only way out is for her to marry the man he owes.

The stray dog Aden adopts provides amusement, including convincing folks the female dog is a male.

This is a fun, intriguing romp, with danger, some sizzle and a lot of plotting and planning. If ever two people belong together it’s Aden and Miranda.

I have to go back and read the first book to see how Niall, their younger brother, met and married his lady.

I can’t wait to read Coll’s story!

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Suzanne Enoch

A lifelong lover of books, Suzanne Enoch has been writing them since she learned to read. She is the author of two well-received traditional Regencies, 24 and counting England-set Historical Romances, four contemporary Romantic Suspense novels, and a growing number of Scottish Highlands Historical Romances including the October 2016 release of HERO IN THE HIGHLANDS (Book One in the No Ordinary Hero trilogy).

A native and current resident of Southern California, Suzanne lives with a green parakeet named Kermit, some very chirpy finches, and a small army of Star Wars figures (including a life-size Yoda). Her books regularly appear on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists, and when she’s not busily working on her next book or staging fights with action figures, she likes to read, play video games, and go to the movies with her large and supportive village.

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You will not want to miss this series!

Toxic Vengeance
Vengeance Book 4
By
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Kaylea Cross

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A past poisoned by lies.

Toxins expert Eden Foster was trained never to get close to anyone. She’s only broken that rule twice, and each time it ended in heartbreak. Her mentor was murdered in front of her, and now the man she was forced to deceive and leave behind has suddenly become a threat. She wants justice, but the only way she’ll get it is by joining forces with the only man to pose a threat to her guarded heart—the CIA contractor tasked with capturing and turning her in.

Risking a second chance could cost them everything.

Zack Maguire has spent his entire adult life serving his country, but this time, he’s torn between duty and his heart. Eden might not be the woman he thought she was, but he refuses to accept that everything between them was a lie. If she’s being hunted, he’s all in. He won’t sit back and do nothing when her life is on the line. As the danger mounts, he’ll do anything to protect her. And when their enemies close in, the only way they’ll live long enough to have a second chance is to let go of the past and learn to trust each other.


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Eden knew exactly who Zack was. He was her way to her mark, but she also managed to fall for him. The time with him had her letting herself pretend to be the person she would like to have been. However she had no choice but to leave him. There was someone else who needed killing.

Zack fell for the beautiful flight attendant, he had no clue she wasn’t who she said she was. Everything checked out with her id both with CIA and other checks. He had no idea that everything was about to change for him when he ran into her after his next target ends up dead.

This is a favorite scene.

He focused back on her, the hard set of her features, and made a snap decision. It meant breaking his cover, but he was willing to pay the consequence to get Nina out of here. “If you want to live, come with me now.” Grabbing her arm, he turned them and began leading her down the hall.

She was stiff at first, so stiff he tightened his grip, then she relented, jaw tense.

He dragged her through one of the side doorways just as more security agents rushed in through another. Zack glanced around the brick courtyard. They were already locking the estate down. His car was parked out on the road but they’d already closed the main gate.

He released her arm but snagged her hand to make it look like they were a couple, and held on tight in case she had other ideas. Once they were clear, he was going to get some answers. “We’re gonna have to scale the wall.”

She didn’t say a word, just hurried toward it with him. Twenty feet from the eight-foot-high structure, she broke free of his grip with a practiced move that took him off guard, and ran toward it. He watched, stunned, as she jumped up to catch the top, then nimbly swung over it and dropped down on the other side like a pro. Zack quickly followed suit, half-expecting to have to chase after her when he landed.

But she was standing there scanning the road instead. “We’re clear, but we need to hurry.”

The contrast between this tough, capable woman and the one he’d thought he’d been falling in love with was jarring. Just who the hell was she, really? Not the flight attendant she’d pretended to be when they’d met in St. Petersburg all those months ago, that much was clear.

And he was really, really concerned that she might be a whole lot worse.

“This way.” He grabbed her arm again, his mind still reeling, and hurried them to his car. Cops had been stationed near the mansion for extra security. They were just coming down the road as he pulled away from the curb and got them away from the estate. But he wanted answers, and he couldn’t hold back for another second.

“Who are you?” he demanded, a sinking feeling taking hold in his gut.

The night they’d met in St. Petersburg he’d been posing as an American businessman trying to get in with an arms dealer. He’d seen her sitting at the hotel bar in that tight skirt suit uniform, and her welcoming smile had made his brain short-circuit. Her cover story had checked out, and he’d been so sure the attraction was mutual that he’d invited her to be his date to an event with the arms dealer the following night.

Throughout all their time together she’d never done or said anything to make him suspicious that she wasn’t who she claimed to be. Not once, for that entire three-day weekend they’d been glued to each other, and then every time they’d met afterward over the next seven weeks.

Until he’d woken alone in that Moscow hotel the last time and found the note she’d left, leaving him bewildered and crushed.

Now it all made a horrible kind of sense, and he was a fucking idiot for ever falling for her ruse.

“My name’s Eden,” she said quietly.

He shot her a sideways glance as he sped down the darkened street. She looked the same as Nina had, but there was a hard edge to her now that hadn’t been there before. He had no idea if she was telling the truth or not, but he’d be a fucking idiot to trust one word that came out of her mouth. A mouth he’d known intimately not too long ago, and still dreamed about it moving over his skin.

“Did you kill Terzi?” He couldn’t believe he was asking that, but it was impossible to ignore the evidence before him. Because this was the second time the man he’d been trying to gain the trust of had died of probable poisoning while she was around.

She didn’t respond. And that was all the answer he needed.

Goddammit. He bit down hard to stifle the expletive that threatened to burst out of his mouth. She’d used him to get an intro to her previous target. Had made him think she felt something for him. But he’d been a means to an end, nothing more, and now she’d just fucked-up a five-month-long sting to nail Terzi and his inner circle.

But then why spend all that time with him after the job was done in St. Petersburg? Why pretend she’d felt something for him for so long? Unless she’d been hoping to kill someone else he was connected to, and when she decided he was no longer of use, she’d ghosted on him.

“Who are you, really?” he ground out, pissed off at himself as much as her.

Her gaze was fixed on the side mirror as he drove. “Just drop me off at the next street.”

“No way. I have to take you in.” His CIA contacts would want to question her—right after he did.

She snorted. “That’s not happening.”

Anger punched through him, surprising him with its force. “Oh, it’s happening.” He turned right at the next light and sped through the light traffic. He wanted to get her some place safe so they could talk in private, find out what the hell was going on and who she was working for. “In the meantime, you need to explain what—”

He broke off at the sound of the door opening, gaped in astonishment as Nina/Eden dove out onto the road and rolled away from the car.

“Jesus Christ!” He hammered the brake, wrenched his gaze up to the rearview mirror as “Eden” rolled to a stop on the pavement behind him, then popped up like a seasoned stuntwoman and darted for the sidewalk.

Zack threw the car into park and jumped out to chase her. He bounded over a hedge and tore after her, his shoes pounding against the pavement. Just as he rounded the corner he caught a flash of her as she veered from the sidewalk back toward the road, then lost sight of her in the traffic waiting at the light.

Cursing under his breath, he searched frantically left and right as traffic passed by. Where the hell was she? She couldn’t have gone far.

He glanced back at his vehicle—

Just in time to see her hop into it and drive away.

Swearing, Zack whipped around and raced after her, urgency screaming through him. He couldn’t lose her. Not after all this time, not after what she’d done. But his efforts were useless. Within seconds she’d blown past him and had vanished from sight.

“You gotta be shitting me,” he muttered, pulling out his cell phone to report it, even as he knew it was a waste of time. By the time anyone located his car, she would be long gone.
Cross, Kaylea. Toxic Vengeance (Vengeance Series Book 4). Kaylea Cross Inc. Kindle Locations (166-215). Kindle Edition.

The way she ditched him was priceless and had me giggling. However things get serious pretty quickly.

Tiffany finds her just as her handler is killed and she just barely manages to avoid getting shot. Since Eden knows Kiyomi that’s the person Tiffany gets on the line and Eden learns the horrible truth that they are all being targeted.

Rycroft lures Zack to a meeting in the UK where instead of the man he meets up with Eden again, and gets a choice to help or leave.

Plenty of action, very emotional, suspenseful and even romantic as this story unfolds with more information and mystery and some laughter too.

I can’t wait for the next book!

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kaylea Cross writes edge-of-your-seat military romantic suspense. Her work has won many awards and has been nominated for both the Daphne du Maurier and the National Readers’ Choice Awards. A Registered Massage Therapist by trade, Kaylea is also an avid gardener, artist, Civil War buff, Special Ops aficionado, belly dance enthusiast and former nationally-carded softball pitcher. She lives in Vancouver, BC with her husband and family.

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A SEAL’s Pledge – The SEALs of Chance Creek Book 3 By Cora Seton


A SEAL’s Pledge
The SEAL’s of Chance Creek Book 3
By
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Cora Seton

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NAVY SEALS WANTED:

Join a planned eco-community. Must be knowledgeable about sustainability, committed to the goals of our organization, comfortable with being filmed for a reality television show documenting our progress-and willing to marry within the year. Wives provided for those lacking them.

When Navy SEAL sniper Harris “Hawk” Wentworth stumbles on the ad calling for participants in a new sustainable community and TV show, he can’t wait to join Base Camp in Chance Creek, Montana, and get started building a new future. After a lifetime of living on the fringes, always on the lookout for danger, he’s ready to hang up his rifle and finally relax. And if someone else is willing to find him a bride, he’s all for it. He’s always been more at home behind enemy lines than talking to women. He can’t wait to meet his wife to be. But it’s not his turn yet.

BACKUP BRIDE NEEDED:

Are you female, single, between twenty-five and thirty-five years of age? Looking for a husband? Think you’ve got what it takes to join Base Camp? Follow the link below to apply now.

Samantha Smith is willing to do anything to escape her long time job driving the tour bus for the band her parents and sister play for. She’s ready for marriage, a settled home-and motherhood. And she wants them all right now. She knows she could be happy at Base Camp, so when an episode of the reality television series ends with a call for a backup bride for one of the participants, Sam applies for the position-no questions asked. She’s ready for whatever adventure awaits her. So when Harris picks her up at the airport instead of Curtis Lloyd, the man she was told she was meant to marry, Sam assumes Harris is Curtis’ replacement–and if she’s honest she’s relieved. The quiet, sexy sniper always caught her eye when he appeared on the show, and in person he’s everything Sam’s ever wished for in a husband.

Harris has to make a choice, fast. Correct the mistake Sam’s made about why he’s picking her up at the airport–or elope with Curtis’ bride. What’s a Navy SEAL to do?

Samantha is tired, she drives the bus and keeps the family on schedule for their tours but she wants something for her. When she sees the Base Camp add for a backup bride, she jumps at the chance. A backup bride for Curtis would be a great way to have everything she wants. Marriage, children and a home that doesn’t move.

When Harris wakes up the morning after Clay and Nora’s wedding the entire camp is sleeping. He knows Curtis’ backup bride is arriving today so he takes it upon himself to pick her up at the airport. He didn’t expect to fall hard and fast for her but he did, and he wasn’t taking any chances.

Samantha doesn’t realize that Harris isn’t a backup for Curtis so she goes along with everything. Getting a marriage license, the wedding in a small chapel a town away from Chance Creek and a celebration picnic with an awesome view.

Then they returned to Base Camp and everything hits the fan! From Renata to Curtis, no one is happy about this turn of events.

This is a favorite scene.

“Where have you been?” a man Sam recognized as Boone Rudman asked.

“I went to the airport,” Harris said. Boone nodded at Sam. “The backup bride.”

“That’s right,” Harris said.

“I went to get her, too, but she was already gone. I thought maybe she’d changed her mind.”

“Nope.”

Sam wasn’t sure what to make of the confrontation between the two men. Neither seemed angry, but there was definitely tension between them. Boone looked beyond Harris at her. When he moved to greet her, Harris stepped in his way.

Boone hesitated, as if waiting for Harris to say more. When he didn’t, he asked, “You must’ve picked her up hours ago. What have you been doing ever since?”

“Marrying her.”

Boone stiffened. “Marrying her? What do you mean marrying her? She’s Curtis’s bride.”

“Not anymore,” Harris said.

The gathered crowd went quiet. Sam clutched her hands before her, her palms damp. She looked for a friendly face among them, but only saw confusion and concern. They were all just like they had been on-screen, the men weathered warriors, the women beautiful in their Regency gowns. Except instead of welcoming her with open arms, they were staring at her like she’d dropped in uninvited to a party.

Harris stepped back to take her arm and lead her forward. “Everyone, meet my wife, Samantha Smith… Samantha Wentworth now.”

Samantha tried to smile, but she was afraid it wasn’t convincing. The silence that had settled over the crowd deepened and just as she became afraid it would never end, a woman stepped forward, her bonnet framing her sweet face, her bodice encasing a beautiful figure. She wore a green gown that set off her fair features. Savannah Edwards, if Sam wasn’t mistaken.

“Welcome to Base Camp,” she said. “We’re glad to have you.”

Sam relaxed just a bit. Maybe everything would be all right after all. But even as she thought this, another woman pushed forward. Unlike the beauty in the green gown, she was dressed all in black in modern clothes, and Sam wondered how she could negotiate the rough ground in her high heels. She recognized this woman, too. Renata Ludlow. She was the one who always conducted the interviews on the show, and her piercing questions often reduced the men and women of Base Camp to stuttering answers.

“Say that again,” Renata demanded of Harris.

“This is my wife, Samantha Wentworth.”

Harris stared her down, but Renata didn’t even blink.

“You are mistaken; this is not your wife. For one thing, you haven’t married her. For another thing, Boone’s right, Samantha is Curtis’s bride. Curtis will romance her for the next forty days, and then he will marry her in front of the cameras, so our viewing audience can see every minute of the ceremony, just as they’ve been promised. Whatever foolishness you two have concocted between you is over right now.”

“There’s no mistake about it.” Harris stepped closer to Renata, looming over her. “And you’ll stay away from her if you know what’s good for you.” “You’ll stay away from her, if you know what’s good for you,” Renata parroted in a squeaky voice. “You might think this is all a big game, but it’s not, and I have the contracts to prove it. You don’t get to marry until you draw the short straw, which you haven’t. You definitely don’t get to marry the bride who’s been promised to another man. Curtis drew the short straw, he’s going to marry next. And he’s going to marry her.”

“Over my dead body.”

Renata was as formidable in person as she was on-screen. Sam was glad she was addressing Harris and not her. Just when Sam thought it couldn’t get any worse, a man pushed his way through the crowd to stand before them. Curtis Lloyd. She recognized him from the show. She remembered how Boone told her it wasn’t fair to demand Clay and Nora decide their future while Nora was recovering from the attack. It wasn’t fair to demand that Clay marry somebody else and live a life of regret because he couldn’t wait for the woman he loved to heal. Curtis, who had drawn the short straw, had manfully agreed.

But he must have changed his mind about going through with it if he’d gotten so drunk last night he couldn’t be bothered to come and pick her up this morning. She didn’t blame him for wanting to choose his own bride. Still, it was strange to see him in real life and know if he hadn’t slept in, she’d have married him today.

“What’s all this?”

“Just introducing everybody to my bride,” Harris said. “Curtis, meet Samantha Wentworth.”

“Samantha?” Curtis looked her over, took in her wedding dress, and understanding dawned. “Samantha?” he said again. “Wait…you married my bride?”

“I married my bride. You said you weren’t interested. You hit on every woman you saw at the wedding last night. You couldn’t be bothered to get up and go to the airport to meet her this morning. You made it perfectly clear that you didn’t want to marry Sam. So I stepped in and married her for you.”

Curtis sputtered. “But… but… I just wanted a chance to meet her first. To—” He broke off, color rising in his handsome face. “Damn it, Harris!”

“You didn’t want her,” Harris said again.

“I didn’t know she’d look like that!”
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The decision from the top, doesn’t make anything better. Fulsom is going to have the marriage annulled and Samantha has to date both men and give her decision in thirty days. Oh and no hanky-panky.

Of course none of this is going to be pleasant, least of all when Samantha’s parents, sister and the crew show up with protesters.

From the initial defiance of the rules, to the controversy, to some hold your breath scenes this book is filled with tension, jealousy, romance, family drama and so much more.

It is definitely one of my favorites in this series.

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USA Today and NYT Times bestselling author Cora Seton loves cowboys, country life, gardening, bike-riding, and lazing around with a good book. Mother of four, wife to a computer programmer/eco-farmer, she ditched her California lifestyle nine years ago and moved to a remote logging town in northwestern British Columbia.

Like the characters in her novels, Cora enjoys old-fashioned pursuits and modern technology, spending mornings transforming a one-acre lot into a paradise of orchards, berry bushes and market gardens, and afternoons writing the latest Chance Creek romance novel on her iPad mini.


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Winter Princess – Daughter of Winter Book 1 by Skye MacKinnon


Winter Princess
Daughter of Winter Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon

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One sassy demi-goddess.
Four hot Guardians.
And a few evil people.

As a demi-goddess, Wyn has always stood out from the human crowd. And now, on her 22nd birthday, her magic finally surfaces with a bang. A Big bang. She’ll need the help of not one, but four (sexy) guardians to control her destructive powers. If only they weren’t so distracting…

Her mother, the Winter Queen, waits for Wyn in the Realms of Gods, but there are enemies who will try and prevent her from ever reaching the Realms, even if that means going to war.

Will Wyn be able to survive the journey? And if she does, can she resist falling for her Guardians?

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Nobody warned Wyn that her powers could come on line suddenly and erratically. She knew there would be changes but this seriously sucked. Lacking any control it is a wild and painful start to her birthday.

As things are literally burning around her she meets her guardians and finds out that her ‘human’ mother had a letter from her birth mother. This leads to anger and another flare.

This is a favorite scene.

“How many flares has she been through?” A man’s voice, unfamiliar.

“Flares?” my father asks.

“The ice was one, the fire another. Did anything else happen before that?”

“Oh yes, she destroyed her kitchen. Made things fly.”

“Air, fire, ice. Shouldn’t be many more then.”

What? More of this stuff is going to happen to me? I can’t go through this, not again. I’m exhausted and fainting once was enough. I just want to go back to bed, forget about all this and be normal. Not human normal, I’ll never be that. Demi-god normal.

When I’m all warm again, the mild air around me disappears. I open my eyes. The four men are standing in a row, watching me. One of them, with long black hair and a black cloak – yes, a wizard kind of cloak – is lowering his arms. He’s looking exhausted. Tendrils of magic are slowly pulling back into his hands, taking the warmth of the air with them.

Not every mage can see magic; in fact, I only know of two others.

I give him a small smile. “Thank you.”

He nods and gives me a small bow. Not a smile though.

“Storm. At your service.” “Storm? Is that your name?” I ask, a little confused. “Yes, is something wrong with that? Your name is Wynter, isn’t it?” He gives me an annoyed look. Oops, I upset the guy who just helped me.

“Yeah,” I mutter. Don’t remind me. I know every Wynter-winter joke there is.

“Sorry.”

“He’s playing with you, lass,” the largest of them laughs. He must have giant blood in him. His hair is as ginger as it gets, and he is wearing – please believe me – a kilt. I mean, yes, I live in Scotland and people here wear kilts occasionally, but that’s at weddings or festivals, and not in everyday life. A beautiful white sporran is hanging right over where his – anyways, he looks like a Scottish caricature. Except better looking. A lot better looking.

“I’m Arc. And over there are Frost and Crispin.” He points to the other two guys who’ve been quiet so far. One of them is the blond man with the blue eyes. The other, Frost, is the spitting image of Storm: black hair that falls to his shoulders, dark brown eyes, tall. Kudos to the parents who named their twin sons Storm and Frost.

“Hello,” Frost says, smiling at me. While his brother is gorgeous and serious, he’s gorgeous and friendly. Dimples are adorning his cheeks. I shoot a quick glance at Storm. Nope, no dimples there. I guess this will be the way to tell them apart. And the fact that Frost is wearing normal clothes, not looking like someone straight out of Hogwarts.

My mother rips me out of my men-admiring thoughts. “Are you alright, sweetie? What happened?” She pushes past the four men and wraps me in her arms. She’s a slender woman, but her grip is strong. “When Beira wrote that you were going to—”

“What? She wrote to you?” I interrupt her.

“Yes, a few weeks ago. She—”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Anger is rising up in me and I clench my fists. She knew! She knew and she didn’t warn me. I could have prepared, I could have stayed away. I almost hurt her. I almost died. The house was burning. Anger is overtaking me, and suddenly I start shaking. And with me, the ground.

I can see the people around me fighting to stay upright, but I have no such problems. The ground is holding me up, stabilising me, giving me strength, while I do its bidding. It has wanted to move for so long and now it has finally found an outlet. I can feel the pain of the earth where houses are burrowing deep into its skin. They shouldn’t be there. It’s not right.

I raise my arms and gather as much of the earth’s power as I can hold. And then I let it free. The ground shakes violently and deep cuts open up in the tarmac. I only half notice the screaming around me. I am strong, and I need to make things right. I point to one house, and it crumbles like a giant just stepped on it. Its walls collapse and roof tiles cover the rubble like sprinkles on a cake. It feels good. I adjust my stance on the trembling ground and draw more energy into myself. There is so much magic in the earth, so much power. It’s been waiting for a long time for someone to use it. I point my arms to another house and it leans to one side, aching, shivering, until it collapses, burying half the garden under it. I laugh. It looks so pretty.

Something touches me and with a simple flick of my wrist, I repel them. I’m busy, no one will get in my way. Another touch, this time from the other side. Again, I move my hand to make them fly away, but before I can do so, my arms are captured and pressed to my side. The magic I had ready to flow to one side bursts out of me into the ground. This time, I don’t stay on my feet. I fall, hitting my knees on the broken asphalt. Magic is still flowing out of me, shaking the earth. It hurts. The gentle embrace of magic turns into a white-hot stream that uses my body as its conduit. I’m just a tool for it. A channel. It betrayed me. I scream and beat my hands against the ground. With everything I’ve got, I expel all the magic within me.

The ground shakes one last time, then it stills. My vision goes black and I sink backwards, into the warm waiting arms of my guardians.
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The Guardians need to get her to her birth mother. This is no easy task what with magic flares. Traveling to the nearest gate to the realm, is fraught with challenges including an attempted kidnapping.

We meet lots of interesting characters in this book, including some reformed demons.

Lots of action, humor, tears and some sizzle.

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Skye MacKinnon is a USA Today & International Bestselling Author whose books are filled with strong heroines who don’t have to choose.

She embraces her Scottishness with fantastical Scottish settings and a dash of mythology, no matter if she’s writing about Celtic gods, cat shifters, or the streets of Edinburgh.

When she’s not typing away at her favourite cafe, Skye loves dried mango, as much exotic tea as she can squeeze into her cupboards, and being covered in pet hair by her two bunnies, Emma and Darwin.

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A SEAL’s Vow – The SEALs of Chance Creek Book 2 By Cora Seton


A SEAL’s Vow
The SEALs of Chance Creek Book 2
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NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Cora Seton

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Navy SEAL Clay Pickett needs a wife, fast, or he’ll lose the model sustainable community he and his friends came home to Chance Creek to build. He’s got just the woman for the job in mind: sexy, sensitive Nora Ridgeway. Too bad she’s not interested in rushing to the altar.

When Nora leaves her job as a school teacher to open a Jane Austen Bed and Breakfast with her friends—and finally get a chance to write her novel—she’s relieved to escape the escalating threats of violence from an unknown student stalker, and more than a little interested in the Navy SEAL who’s after her heart. But when trouble starts stalking her at Chance Creek, Nora begins to wonder if she’s left her past behind after all.

Can Clay and Nora find a way to be together when everything is trying to tear them apart?

We first met Clay in ‘A SEAL’s Oath’ when Boone picks him up at the airport. Clay also meets Nora at that time and convinces her not to leave. This book opens a little before Riley and Boone’s wedding.

Something woke Clay to alertness, yet when he looked for the source of the noise there was nothing. Clay begins his day with a jog and is surprised by Walker who insists he draws a straw. Clay is definitely not happy he draws the short one, he wanted lots of time for Nora to get to know him.

At almost the same time in the mansion Nora wakes with the sensation she’s being watched, after investigating a bit she decides it was the house settling and begins to dress for the day. Needing some inspiration she plans to sit by the creek for a while, it’s peaceful and quiet there. At least it was until Clay scares the living daylights out of her.

Nora sat on her flat stone gazing at the creek, her thoughts too tangled to get any writing done, although her notebook sat in her lap, a pen clipped to its pages.

She kept thinking of Riley’s upcoming marriage to Boone, which inevitably led to thoughts of Clay. It was hard not to wish their circumstances were different. Living so close together, they should have had lots of chances to meet up, talk and get to know one another. Without a deadline, they could have discovered their areas of common interest. Maybe they would have gone for long walks. Maybe they’d have swum in the creek in the summer. Eventually they might have dated, kissed and…more. The thought of a long, slow courtship with the SEAL made her veins sizzle. She couldn’t pretend she hadn’t dreamed of how it would go—how Clay would seduce her over time.

But Clay needed a wife far too soon for them to experience anything like that. She’d explained that to him. He’d said he didn’t have a choice. Someday soon he’d marry.

And she’d still be alone.

As much as she tried to enjoy the beautiful setting and the soft morning air, that thought kept intruding, along with memories of Baltimore. The last few years hadn’t been easy. After her mother’s death following a long illness, Nora had been lonely and vulnerable, an easy mark for a teenager with a grudge.

It had been several weeks since she’d really thought about her stalker, and she wished he wasn’t on her mind now. She had an unsettled feeling, the same one she always got when the wind shifted around to herald an oncoming storm. As she watched the creek roll past, she allowed memories of her stalker’s messages to seep through her defenses. She shut her eyes when his voice—his awful, mechanically distorted, gritty voice—filled her mind instantly with echoes of his violently sexual messages. He was always harping on the relationship between them. That she’d been the teacher, but now she’d be his student.

I’ll teach you so many things you don’t know. You’ll like it when I touch you. You’ll get wet for me. You’ll beg for more.

She hated the way his words had twisted her insides around with shame and fear.

I’ll tease you until you’re shaking, until you open for me, hoping I fill you full. I know you like it rough and it’ll get rough—I promise you that, Nora.

She hated the way he’d used her name over and over again until she’d thought about changing it legally when she left Baltimore. How unfair that someone could take something so personal and make it so ugly—as if he owned more of her than she did.

None of that was what kept her up at night, though. It was the violence in his later messages. The detailed descriptions of how he’d kill her. The way he’d twisted it together with sexual images until her flesh crawled with the dread of his hands on her skin.

I’ll fuck you long and hard. Until your screams leave your throat hoarse. Until you can’t scream anymore. And that’s when the real fun—

“Nora! There you are!”

Nora shrieked when someone hurtled at her out of the woods, scooped her up and swung her around in a circle. Adrenaline sliced through her as she kicked out her feet and pummeled her fists against her attacker. She screamed again, fought to shake him off, but he had her in such a tight hold she couldn’t move.

“Nora!”

She flailed and kicked and thrashed but she couldn’t get free. She couldn’t—

“Nora, it’s me! It’s Clay! Baby, you’re all right.” He set her back down on the stone and circled quickly around to crouch before her.

Nora couldn’t breathe. Hyperventilating, she scrambled to her knees to ward him off. “No…no!”

Clay backed away, his hands held out to appease her. “It’s just me. Calm down! I’m sorry I scared you.”

She sat down again on the rock with a thump, wrapped her arms around her stomach and bent over, trying to catch her breath. Her heart was racing, her pulse tripping and catching in her veins. Tears pricked her eyes but she refused to let them fall. Damn it, what had Clay been thinking, sneaking up on her like that?

“Are you okay?”

She straightened. “No… I’m not… okay.” She wasn’t, not even close. Her heart wouldn’t stop and she pressed a hand to her chest, willing it to slow down. It was hard to breathe, too. She tried to suck in air but somehow it wouldn’t reach her lungs. Clay’s expression changed from worry to outright concern.

“Nora, look at me.” She did so. “Count. One, two, three…” He led her up to ten, back down again and repeated the exercise. Nora did her best count with him. Was her heart slowing? Maybe.

They did it again. Bit by bit, the air reached her lungs.

Finally she was able to let her shoulders relax, and the world stopped spinning. She felt like she’d woken from a nightmare, shreds of the dream still flapping around her.

“I’m sorry.” Clay’s gaze searched hers. “I won’t do that again.”

Nora could only nod.

Clay sat down beside her. “So much for impressing you with my romantic fervor.”

Despite everything, she laughed, a funny little gulp that was almost a sob. “Yeah. So much for that.” She fought for composure. “I was thinking about Baltimore. About that kid…”

“The one who stalked you?” Clay raked a hand through his hair. “Shit, I didn’t even think…”

“It’s okay,” she assured him, embarrassed by her overreaction.

“Can we start over?”

“I guess so.” She couldn’t help but notice the way the sunlight brought out the color of his eyes. He was so close to her she could see faint traces of laugh lines radiating out from the corners of them. His concern was plain and she relaxed a little more. The SEAL was so damn handsome.

And such an ass for scaring her like that.

He took a deep breath. “Nora, there’s something I want to ask you. Something really important—” He cut off and frowned as if he’d changed his mind. “You know what? I’d probably better walk you back to camp. It’s getting late and we’ve got a lot to do to prepare for the wedding.”

She nodded, gathering herself together, but she wondered what he’d really wanted to say. Had he been about to ask her out?

No. She’d made it perfectly clear she wouldn’t date him.

He reached out to help her up, then snatched his hand back quickly, probably afraid she’d decline after his botched attempt to sweep her off her feet. What had he been thinking when he’d scooped her up like that? He’d said it was a romantic gesture, but they’d agreed he would leave her alone.

Had he changed his mind?
Seton, Cora. A SEAL’s Vow (SEALs of Chance Creek Book 2). One Acre Press. Kindle Locations (247-299). Kindle Edition.

This is just the beginning of some awkwardness as Clay’s father also shows up at Base Camp.

More little things happen to make Nora even more uneasy and her thoughts go to the stalker she thought she left in Baltimore. The people involved with the show don’t know about it and she wasn’t going to enlighten them either.

When it’s revealed Clay is to be the next to wed, Nora is certain she just can’t marry him. There’s not enough time to get to know him well enough for that.

Very unsure of the outcome of courting Nora, Clay approaches Boone and asks him for a month to convince Nora, but to find a backup bride just in case.

Things escalate very quickly in this book with many disturbing things happening.

I laughed, cried, and held my breath more than once as this story unfolds. I loved every interaction Clay has with Nora. These two are so right for each other.

I am already reading the next in this series. I can’t seem to stop.

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USA Today and NYT Times bestselling author Cora Seton loves cowboys, country life, gardening, bike-riding, and lazing around with a good book. Mother of four, wife to a computer programmer/eco-farmer, she ditched her California lifestyle nine years ago and moved to a remote logging town in northwestern British Columbia.

Like the characters in her novels, Cora enjoys old-fashioned pursuits and modern technology, spending mornings transforming a one-acre lot into a paradise of orchards, berry bushes and market gardens, and afternoons writing the latest Chance Creek romance novel on her iPad mini.


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Out Today! Raising Lucy – Surrender Book 1 By Becca Jameson


Raising Lucy
Surrender Book 1
By
Becca Jameson

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Roman
I’m demanding. I’m strict. I get what I want.
And I want Lucy Neill.
She is mine.
She is my girl.
My little.
My life.
My world.
She just doesn’t know it yet.

Lucy
I lost my job.
I have no idea what I’m going to do next.
I should not be spending Friday night at a club.
I can’t help myself.
The club calls to me.
The owner calls to me.
I crave the forbidden.
I never realized how much I needed a daddy.

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Raising Lucy is the first book in the new series Surrender. Surrender is a BDSM club owned by Master Roman and managed by Master Julian. We meet both in this book. We also get a glimpse of several role playing aspects of this lifestyle that I found informative and well written.

I have read many books based on BDSM relationships, but this is the first one that deals with the Daddy Dom/Little relationship. Now before you freak out, this is role play, it is consensual, and the players are all adults.

Lucy has been visiting Master Roman’s Club Surrender, she hasn’t played but has been observing and learning. As this book opens Lucy has lost her job, and instead of wallowing she decides to go to Surrender, one last hurrah. She has a visitors pass but without a job she won’t be able to afford membership.

Master Roman is a very dominant, very controlling, alpha male. I have to say I didn’t like the extremes he was going to in order to have Lucy near him, it seemed close to obsession.

Lucy on the other hand is curious about the lifestyle and seems to particularly enjoy watching scenes with age play.  With the opportunity to become Master Roman’s assistant at hand she applies then enjoys her last night at Surrender. She really never expected to get the job, but she does.

Master Roman controls his home the same as everything else in his life. He is a Dom 24/7. From her meals and transportation to and from the mansion, he is slowly dominating Lucy. She is reveling in the attention and as Roman learns more about her he realizes she never really had a childhood.

Lucy wants to please, and even though she shouldn’t she has interesting fantasies about her employer. Of course she doesn’t have a clue how he feels or that he’s planned all of this out.

This is a favorite scene.

The bus makes me nervous. Since I was dressed and ready to go earlier than necessary, I left my apartment and made my way to the bus stop. I’m going to stress about the bus every day, so I tell myself this way is better. If I get on the earlier bus each morning, I won’t have to worry about it being late or not coming at all.

This plan has a problem though. It’s dark outside. And probably not safe. In fact, a man drives by me slowly at one point, his window down, calling out to me. He laughs when I ignore him and pick up my pace.

There is no reason for me to wait for the bus I took yesterday, and as soon as I board an earlier one, I know I will prefer it. There are far fewer passengers. I don’t have to share my bench with a stranger.

I’m not nervous when I arrive at my stop. Even though it’s still dark, I’m in a better neighborhood. I walk as slowly as I can toward Master Roman’s home.

Nevertheless, I arrive at the ridiculous hour of six fifteen. I wait until six thirty to ring the bell, and am immediately buzzed in.

When I reach the rear entrance, Evelyn opens the door before I can reach for it. “Goodness gracious, girl. The sun is just peeking over the horizon. You don’t need to arrive this early every day.” She ushers me inside, and I close the door behind me.

“I couldn’t sleep, ma’am, and the bus makes me nervous. I don’t want to arrive late.” I have no idea why I’ve shared so much information with Evelyn, but she doesn’t seem annoyed.

She shoots me a smile as she returns to the kitchen island where she is already hard at work herself. I wonder if she lives here. Probably.

“Master Roman won’t like the idea of you wandering around outside in the dark. He’ll have a fit.”

I freeze in my spot. My face heats up as a flush rises. The last thing I want is for Master Roman to get involved in my transportation issues. I don’t want him to think for a moment that it’s a problem. I need this job. If he feels I don’t have adequate transportation, he might fire me.

I consider asking Evelyn to please not mention my problem to Master Roman but decide against it. It’s probably better to hope she lets it go or forgets. Tomorrow I’ll waste more time before I come into the house. After all, Master Roman’s mansion is not in a dangerous location. I could bring a book and sit outside the gate reading in the mornings before seven. I’m confident the streetlight will be sufficient to see the pages.

Of course this plan will only work during the summer. As soon as winter falls, I’m going to have an entirely new problem on my hands. But I’ll deal with that in the future. Hell, if I really manage to keep this job and make as much money as my contract implies, I will be able to take an Uber here instead of the bus. That will save me hours of stress and worry.

Taking a deep breath, I quietly shuffle down the hallway and enter Master Roman’s office. Like yesterday, the door is open.

Master Roman is standing behind his desk, looking for all the world as if he’s already been hard at work for hours. His brow is furrowed when he meets my gaze. “Did you take the bus to get here, Lucy?”

I swallow. How has he already learned of my situation? There is no way Evelyn could have informed him of my problem during my short walk from her kitchen to his office. “Yes, Sir. I don’t have a car.”

He crosses his arms and stares at me, lips pursed before he finally parts them again. “Don’t do it again. It’s not safe. It’s dark. You must have left practically in the middle of the night, and then you spent fifteen minutes pacing outside my gate before ringing in.”

I flinch. I lift my hand and nearly slap my own forehead as I realize there must be a camera outside. Of course there is. I stop myself from reacting just in time and lower my hand to my side.

Master Roman rounds the desk and then leans his butt against the front, arms still crossed. “Weston monitors my camera.”

“I see, Sir. I’m sorry to have bothered him. I didn’t want to come inside too early.” My voice is too low. I know I’m frustrating him. But he doesn’t realize his order to stop taking the bus would mean total disaster for me. I don’t have the means to afford other transportation, especially not until after I’m paid.

I knew this would be a problem as soon as it got cold or snowed, but I hadn’t anticipated facing the issue so soon. I can’t pay an Uber tomorrow. I don’t have even five dollars in cash until I get paid.

My hands are shaking, and I’m fighting against the flush and rising emotions. Part of me is about to cry. The last thing I want to do is tell my new boss that I can’t afford an Uber. He might think I’m wasteful if I don’t have enough money saved up for such things.

Master Roman narrows his gaze. “From now on Weston will pick you up in the morning and bring you home at night.”

My mouth falls open. I’m speechless.

Master Roman rounds his desk and lowers onto the seat.

I force myself to speak. “That’s not necessary, Sir. I don’t want to put him out.”

“You’re not. He’s my employee. He does what I instruct him to do.” Master Roman doesn’t look at me as he speaks. He has already grabbed his mouse. His attention is on his computer screen. “This discussion is over, Lucy. Go to your office. I left you plenty to do.”

I stare at him for a moment, uncertain about how I feel. Part of me is grateful. Most of me is unnerved. I need this job. If Master Roman decides the burden of getting me to his home isn’t worth it, he will fire me.

Finally, I shuffle across the room toward my office. The door is standing open. I leave it that way. Master Roman has never insinuated that I should close it. In fact, I’m confident he prefers to be able to keep an eye on me, and he likes to be able to call out to me easily.
Becca Jameson. Raising Lucy: Surrender, Book One (Kindle Locations 1186-1232). Becca Jameson Publishing.

In spite of his obsession, Master Roman clearly cares for Lucy and his friends are watchful.

The experimentation with different ages and the intensity of the attraction is evident on every page.

Even though age-play isn’t a favorite of mine, I enjoyed the insight and the journey the book take us on.

I look forward to seeing where Becca will take us next in this series.

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Becca Jameson currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two kids, and the various pets that wander through.

After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.


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Releasing Tomorrow! Jax – Mavericks Book 3 By Dale Mayer


What happens when the very men—trained to make the hard decisions—come up against the rules and regulations that hold them back from doing what needs to be done? They either stay and work within the constraints given to them or they walk away. Only now, for a select few, they have another option:

The Mavericks
A covert black ops team that steps up
and breaks all the rules …
but gets the job done.

Welcome to a new military romance series by USA Today best-selling author Dale Mayer. A series where you meet new friends and just might get to meet old ones too in this raw and compelling look at the men who keep us safe every day from the darkness where they operate—and live—in the shadows … until someone special helps them step into the light.

Jax
The Mavericks Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

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No time to rest.
The world is a mess …

He’d barely made it home from helping Griffin only to find himself called to rescue a doctor on a cruise ship overtaken by pirates in their search for Abigail Dalton. The pirates had no trouble killing passengers until they found the right woman. With one man at his side, Jax sneaks onto the ship to rescue her.

When she heard the gunfire, Abby hid in the venting on the ship. When a man susses out her hiding place, she’s sure her world is about to end. Only Jax is on her side; yet he came with just one man to help. Stunned, she stays close as Jax frees the ship and keeps her safe—until they find out the real reason for this nightmare, when she’s forced to England to face the two-legged monster of her nightmares …

The safest place is at Jax’s side, but Abby knows all too well how slippery this monster really is and how easily he steps from the shadows to grab his victims …

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Jax had just finished the mission with Griffin and landed in California when he got the call. It was Griffin on the other end, with Jax’s mission. Pirates have taken over a cruise ship and Jax with the help of Beau were to go in ahead of the military. The Pirates want someone specific, one Abigail Eleanor. She’s a doctor a supposed colleague needs to fix something he can’t.

Now Abby has been working her way through duct work to get closer to topside. Her fear that the pirates would sink the ship motivating her. Instead of getting there she runs into Jax.

This is a favorite scene.

Jax stared at Abby. “As in Abigail Eleanor?”

She nodded slowly, but the look on her face was one of terror.

He grabbed her before she had a chance to run, his fingers wrapping snugly around her upper arm. He pulled her close against him. “Well, I’m Jax, from the US government,” he said. “Apparently the pirates are looking for you. Do you know why?”

She stared at him in disbelief.

“Answer me,” he said. “Do you know why?”

Finally she shook her head.

“Social media says your methods don’t work. They need you to help somebody in their family.”

“So it is connected to my work,” she said in a daze.

“Only because their doctor botched it,” he whispered.

She shook her head. “That makes no sense. I have pioneered a way of collecting stem cells. Lots of doctors are doing it around the world now. It’s not something you can really botch.”

“Well, maybe it’s more a case of,” he said, “it didn’t work.”

“Meaning, it didn’t make the person well?” she said with a shrug. “Of course not. It’s only one technique in a long line of medical arsenals.”

“Right,” he said. “Well, apparently the pirates want to kidnap you and take you back to wherever this family member is, so you can fix him.”

She stared at him. “But I don’t even know what the problem is.”

“Well, I don’t think they’re too interested in waiting around and asking questions,” he said gently.

She nodded slowly. “So you’ll turn me in then?”

“No,” he said, frowning. “Why would I do that? I’ll take you back to one of our ships and then come in and take out the rest of the pirates.”

He saw the relief on her face, but then she frowned. “What about all the other people here?”

“What about them?” he asked. “I can’t have them hurt because of me.”

“Understood,” he said. And then he smiled. “But what will you do about it?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I’ve been hiding in the ductwork, figuring out exactly what to do. I was thinking that, if the pirates sink the ship, I should at least make my way up a few more decks, but I was trying to avoid contact with anybody.”

“Well, guess what?” he asked. “You screwed that up.” But he let humor rest in his voice. He studied her; she couldn’t be more than five foot tall. She looked like she was eighteen. He hardly believed that she was even a doctor. Suspicious all of a sudden, he asked, “Do you have any ID on you?”

Her eyebrows shot up. “No, I wasn’t trying to save anything but me when I heard that pirates were taking over the ship.”

“Surprisingly,”— he stepped back—“ it’s the first thing every woman normally does. They grab their purses.”

“Maybe, but I’m not every woman,” she said coolly.

Just then a noise came from the left. He pulled her beside him, up against the door, and held his fingers to his lips.

She rolled her eyes at him. “Like I don’t know to stay quiet.”

He tilted his head at her but didn’t say anything. Jax waited and waited and waited, but no more of the same noise came. He frowned at that. He wanted to poke his head through to the other side but knew it was almost a guarantee of getting his head shot off. He studied his options and then said, “We need to change levels.”

“Better to go down a level,” she whispered. “It was deserted.”

“Well, that works in some cases,” he said, “but it won’t get the rest of the people off this ship.”

“I thought you only wanted me off,” she said.

He looked at her, smiled, and said, “Good point. Let’s go.”

And he led her back into the stairway, forcing her down the stairs again and again.

She protested the whole way. “Don’t take me off the ship. We must do something to save everybody else.”

“I hear you, but I can’t take the chance.”

“It’s me the pirates want. You’re not making any sense. If they kill the others to get to me, that’s just a numbers game, and obviously we’ll all lose that one.”

A loud voice snapped orders close by.
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Between Beau, himself and even Abby, they take back the ship before the other teams arrive. Now they have to figure out who the patient is and how to help without Abby being taken.

I love the snark in this one and Jax realizes rather quickly he’s falling for the lovely doctor.

Again there’s lots of action, suspense, some sizzle and even some jealousy in this page turning read.

I can’t wait for the next book in this series, I pretty much inhaled the first three.

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Dale Mayer is a USA Today bestselling author best known for her Psychic Visions and Family Blood Ties series. Her contemporary romances are raw and full of passion and emotion (Second Chances, SKIN), her thrillers will keep you guessing (By Death series), and her romantic comedies will keep you giggling (It’s a Dog’s Life and Charmin Marvin Romantic Comedy series).

She honors the stories that come to her – and some of them are crazy and break all the rules and cross multiple genres!

To go with her fiction, she also writes nonfiction in many different fields with books available on resume writing, companion gardening and the US mortgage system. She has recently published her Career Essentials Series. All her books are available in print and ebook format.


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