#Review and Playlist of Distracting the Duke (Wayward in Wessex #1) by Elizabeth Keysian w/a rafflecopter giveaway!

Distracting the Duke

by Elizabeth Keysian
Publication Date: February 20, 2017
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Select, Historical Romance



Devonshire, England, 1820

Determined to avoid the strife-filled marriage of his parents, Marcus, the Duke of Ulvercombe, wants an amenable, biddable wife, and has set his cap for a certain pretty miss. Unfortunately, her vastly opinionated, frustrating, and lamentably beautiful guardian, Lady Clara Tinniswood, keeps distracting him, tempting him to consider a far more tempestuous—and passionate—union.

Recently widowed Lady Clara Tinniswood wants only to organize a quiet new life for herself, beyond the control of any man. But one shockingly unguarded moment while confronted by Marcus’s gloriously naked body catapults her headlong into a forbidden passion and threatens to undermine all her well-laid plans.

Even if Marcus abandons his sweet ideal and surrenders to his growing desire for Clara, there’s one unalterable issue which could destroy their hopes forever…


MUSIC PLAYLIST for DISRACTING THE DUKE with commentary by author Elizabeth Keysian

  1. 1. The Kiss by Trevor Jones from Last of the Mohicans movie soundtrack–  it floats me away and I travel back in time to the Eighteenth Century
  1. What a Beautiful Day by The Levellers– catchy and uplifting
  1. The Firth of Fifth by Genesis– just an amazing piano instrumental
  1. The Bells of Rhymney by Oysterband– stirs the blood
  1. Mr. Blue Sky by ELO– a cheering reminder of the fun parts of my teenage years!
  1. No Man’s Land by June Tabor– I can’t sing this without a catch in my throat and a tear in my eye. 
  1. Amoureuse by Kiki Dee– evokes the magic of “The First Time”
  1. Ramble On by Led Zeppelin– departure and loss
  1. Blowin’ Free by Wishbone Ash– poetic and atmospheric
  1. Thank You by Led Zeppelin– eternal love
  1. Lady Fantasy by Camel– love, magic and atmosphere- something every good HEA romance should have!



Clara crept softly across the carpet of pine needles until she came to where a rivulet split the dunes on its way down to the sea, and halted. She caught sight of Ulvercombe standing at the water’s edge with his back to her, hands on his hips.

She stepped aside swiftly, her heart beating hard. She would have to hide behind one of the dunes to avoid being seen, if he should turn round. Fortunately, the tide was still some way out and he was thus a considerable distance away, giving her time to make her escape if he spotted her.

Plucking off the old shawl she was wearing, she spread it over the grass-matted dune, then lay down on her stomach so only her head—with the telescope pressed to her eye—might be seen. Hopefully, with the waving sea grasses fanning across in front of her, she was well-hidden from any casual observer.

Eventually, she managed to locate Ulvercombe with the glass, and when she did her mouth dropped open in shock. In the time she’d taken to settle herself, he’d stripped off boots, stockings, jacket, and breeches, and now stood in nothing but his shirt, looking out to sea.

Clearly, the man had every expectation of being alone, and had no idea he was being covertly observed. It was early in the morning, it was his beach, his pine forest, his sand. She should back away and return to the house as quickly as possible.

A small attempt to move was made, but then he pulled his shirt over his head and she was transfixed.

The muscles rippled across his shoulders and she recalled, far too quickly, the feel of that hot body pressed against hers.

“Drat it!” The glass lens against her face had misted.

Crossly, she rubbed it with a corner of her shawl, and scanned the beach again until she found the duke.

The completely naked duke.

Her breath hitched in her throat. “Sweet Lord in heaven…”

It was not the splendid symmetry of his body, nor the very pleasing curve of his buttocks, nor even the straightness and supple power of his legs that had elicited her exclamation of shock.

It was the scars.

She hadn’t seen the backs of his thighs when he’d disrobed that day in his bedchamber. Now she could see them very clearly, and she could also see a complex pattern of pale, crisscross lines etched across the skin. They were scars, surely?

Had he received them in battle or in some horrible accident? Had he been taken prisoner and tortured by the French? Maybe he’d been involved in a fire and something hot had branded him thus.

The chance to observe the marks more closely was abruptly removed as the duke, who had been walking straight out into the waves, suddenly dove in with a splash and began swimming out to sea with deft, powerful strokes.

She shuddered. The water must be absolutely freezing. How could he stand it?

“Good morning, Lady Tinniswood. A very fine one, is it not?”

And so my love affair with historicals now is still intact.  Every historical that I have read lately has been awesome.  And they have all been so different from each other, too.  I won’t go into why historicals are so much a hit and miss with me so I’ll just share with you why Clara and Marcus just rocked in my book.

  1.  Clara – I can’t even imagine what she went through with her first husband.  The abuse, the horror, and then finally the ultimate betrayal.  Again, I can’t even…but what I truly liked about her was the fact that she would actually admit it to Marcus.  Of course, she felt shame but when she realized that Marcus was nothing like her dead husband learned to trust him, it was golden.  She also stood up to him.  He wanted someone biddable but what he got was her.  Brilliant dialogue when they were together.
  2. Marcus – What a revelation.  He was kind, a little bit backhanded (in a good way) and once his heart was set on Clara, he wouldn’t take no for an answer.  I loved how he wound up testing her when it came to her fears but Ms. Keysian wrote it brilliantly.  Again, it is her dialogue between the characters that had me from the very first page.  Marcus had NO shame when it came to showing Clara his body.  The above scene had me giggling.  He never forgot that she was a widow but what he didn’t realize at the time was how traumatized she was from her first marriage.
  3. The smexy times are NOT plentiful but the build up is SO worth it.  Ms. Keysian had me fanning myself at times and that was before the dead was actually done.  Well played, well played.
  4. The secondary characters are wonderfully written.  I can’t wait to read about Ellie and Snetty.  Oh, my…If I had one complaint, I didn’t like Clara’s brother Phillip in the beginning.  He kinda came off as a shrew.  I understand the why but I still didn’t like him that much.
  5. The setting – I’m a sucker for England and especially the English countryside.  Like another English author I know, she knows what she writes about when it comes to the setting of the book.

Did I mention that not once, NOT ONCE in the book was bored with the ton.  This is a character driven novel about two people that shouldn’t fall in love with each but do.  The getting there is half the fun of the book and I have to say that I don’t even know what Clara wore in the book.  She had a bonnet, a shawl, and a thin summer cotton nightgown.  Why do I mention this?  Because I didn’t have to skip a bunch of paragraphs/pages with all the details that bore me to death.  Again, characters are key for me in a historical romance and Ms. Keysian wrote it that way.  Of course, I don’t think I’ll look at skinny dipping the same way again.

Do yourself a favor and buy this book.  Just for me, please.  You will not be disappointed at all.  It has all the romance of a historical, some family issues but now the filler that irritates so much.



Elizabeth Keysian felt destined to write historical romance due to her Cornish descent, and an ancestral connection to the Norse god Odin. Being an only child gave her plenty of time to read, create imaginary worlds, produce her own comics, and write sketches and a deplorably bad musical for an amateur dramatics group.

Three decades spent working in museums and archaeology fired Elizabeth’s urge to write, as did living on a Knights Templar estate, with a garage full of skeletons, a resident ghost and a moat teeming with newts.

Elizabeth lives near Bath in England with her partner and cats.

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#Review of A Knight of her Own (Rogues of Rouen #2) by Oberon Wonch w/a rafflecopter giveaway!

A Knight of Her Own

by Oberon Wonch
Rogues of Rouen, #2
Publication Date: January 23, 2017
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Select, Historical Romance


SYNOPSIS: Sir Drogo LaForce has spent a lifetime chasing the family honor and wealth denied him by his bastard birth. A clever scheme to uncloak a traitor against the Crown finally promises to win him everything he desires…Lady Isabel has been in hiding ever since an evil Norman lord killed her father and usurped her English lands. But her plot to avenge her father and free her people is threatened when a mysterious Norman knight abducts her with plans to use her for espionage.

Drogo’s fascinating captive is nothing like he anticipated. Outspoken but innocent, Isabel reluctantly submits to Drogo’s tutoring in the spymaster’s craft, as well as the art of making love. But their potent attraction nearly leads to disaster. In the end they must decide between their dueling appetites for riches and revenge…or love.




Isabel rose slowly to face Sir Drogo. She let him hold the canvas drape aside before stepping past him into the bracing chill of the great hall.

She shivered. It was time.

Unfortunately, by the look on his face, the dark suggestion in his voice—and the drawn curtain—she knew exactly what it was time for.

Her lesson on how to seduce a man.

“Are you cold?” he asked, his brow lowered.

In her fantasy, it was out of concern for her, after her spill in the icy beck.

“Not a bit,” she snapped, annoyed with herself for wishing he felt something, anything, for her.

She let him take her hand in his and lead her toward the smoky light of the brazier at the distant end of the hall, as far from the entrance to the kitchen—and Maggie and the others—as the manor house would allow.

“Do you remember what you learned about the dancing the other day?” he began.

“I already knew how to dance, so your instruction was wasted.”

He halted abruptly, crushing her fingers with his, and put his other hand to her cheek to nudge her face toward him. His words were steady, his expression impassive. “A lady must be gracious and kind at all times, even if her wrath is invoked.”

Glory of God, how she wanted to spit. She should be gracious and kind. The man had just saved her and Phoebe’s lives! But her contrary nature reared up instead…because his very nearness made her tremble with inexplicable excitement. Unacceptable!

With her teeth bared in a false smile, she said, “Thank you, my lord, for your careful instruction. I do recall precisely what you tried to tell me in your inadequate language, which hasn’t the vocabulary to accomplish what it needs.”

He tugged on her arm, imparting a jolt of pain to her shoulder. She used her free hand to rub it, giving him her meanest glower.

“Say it again,” he commanded. “This time, praise me for my vast knowledge and sage advice.”

Her jaw dropped in disbelief. She couldn’t help it. She stopped rubbing her shoulder.

“Say it,” he repeated, placing his thumb beneath her chin and applying upward pressure until her mouth closed. “Tell me how you could never manage without my esteemed guidance.”

“You jest, surely.”

His hand remained below her chin and the pad of his thumb brushed gently over her lips. Whatever did he mean by the gesture? It seemed overly personal, aggressive.

She should have shoved his hand away, loudly declared his impertinence, but something kept her from doing so—his gaze locked on hers, perhaps, or the fact that his other hand still gripped hers immovably against his thigh.

“I’ve never been more serious,” he said.

I would be lying if I said that I thought this was an okay book.  My normal historical reading isn’t Medieval at all.  I might time travel there but to actually read a whole book set in the period…no.  I love movies from that time period.  I’m a huge Robin Hood, Crusades, etc. fan.  In fact, as I type this review I’m listening to the original soundtrack from the movie Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves.  Don’t judge…I loved that movie and well, Kevin Costner, Alan Rickman, and Christian Slater.  But moving on…

I have to admit that I almost didn’t initially want to review the book.  *hangs head*  I didn’t think that I would have time to read it.  I made time to read it and I’m so glad that I did.  I’m so picking up the first book in this series.  Like today.  Ms. Wonch has written a wonderful book filled with snark (yes, snark from Lady Isabel/Blue Lady), romance, nuisances from the time period, and knights to swoon over.  There is more than one knight in the book but our hero, Drogan is so dang swoon-worthy that I think my heart stopped a couple of times.

I won’t go into the synopsis in regards to either Drogan or Isabel, but I will tell you that Ms. Wonch slowly weaves their back story into the present that really sets them up as great characters and gives them a chance to become so much more.  Isabel is the one that has the most to lose or gain from their partnership.  I instantly liked her and liked how her relationship grew from hatred to friends to lovers when it came to Drogan.  Plus, let’s not forget the other men that surrounded Drogan.  She truly grew from the feral child to the rightful Lady of the castle.  What a transformation.

Drogan, on the other hand, only had to get Isabel to agree with his plan.  He had already lost so much before the book and my heart broke a bit for him.  What endeared him to me was his vow of chastity.  Yes, chastity.  You don’t find too many men that take that as seriously as Drogan.  But oh how the mighty will fall.  *giggle*

This book had everything for me.  Romance, smexy times, a coming of age trope, enemies to friends to lovers, action, intrigue and ending that I didn’t see coming.  Truly, I didn’t see it.



SYNOPSIS: A maiden’s duty becomes a woman’s desire…

Comte Gregoire FitzHenri, the new Earl of Shyleburgh, is known for his prowess as one of the Norman conqueror’s most favored warriors…but not for his romantic sensibility or his command of the English language. Gregoire looks forward to his imminent marriage with his seneschal’s beautiful daughter, his longtime betrothed. But as a rough-hewn soldier, he wishes to enchant the elegant lady before taking their wedding vows-which means an interpreter…and much-needed lessons in courtly love.

The clever Bridget of Shyleburgh has been secretly in love with Gregoire since his visit as a dashing young warrior-when he was promised in marriage to her sister. But when he returns five years later as their new earl, Bridget is tasked with translating for him-including his love letters and somewhat awkward attempts to woo her sister. Mortified at first, Bridget soon finds herself completely charmed by his whispers of love and desire. She never expected such tenderness…or such wicked temptation… from a man like him. Gregoire’s heated missives tempt a fair maiden to stray down a path filled with forbidden pleasures.

But his words are meant for another… aren’t they?



Oberon Wonch has engaged in a love affair with books for as long as she can remember. Penning her own stories from an early age, she later earned a degree in World Literature while studying several languages—all in order to learn what makes a tale endure the ages, but really just to read more books. Her very favorite stories—both to read and write—are those that celebrate the happily-ever-after.

An avid gardener and armchair archaeologist, she grew up in northeast Ohio but now lives in Indiana with her college sweetheart husband and two very joyful little dogs.

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#Review of Unbreakable Hart by Karen M. Bryson! @karenmbryson #LoveinMidlife #ComingofMiddleAge

Contemporary Romance
Date Published: 12/15/2016
Publisher: Short on Time Books

Alexander Hart is leaving his hot young wife for an older woman…if he can score a second chance with his first wife after breaking her heart.

UNBREAKABLE HART is a love in midlife, second chance romance.

Alexander Hart’s gorgeous young wife, Stephanie, loves his platinum credit cards more than she loves Alex. She loves his credit cards so much she’s already maxed most of them out.
It doesn’t take Alex long to realize he made a big mistake when he dumped Amelia, his wife of twenty years, for a much younger woman.
When he leaves Stephanie after less than a year of marriage, Alex vows to do whatever it takes to win Amelia back.
But earning a second chance with Amelia won’t be that easy.

She’s moved across the country to start a new life, which now includes a relationship with a sexy young athlete.
And there’s Amelia’s utter hatred of Alex, and the fact that she’s vowed never speak to him again.

Even if he was the last man on the planet.

It’s going to take a lot more than Alex’s good looks and irresistible charm to heal Amelia’s broken heart.

Go BACK TO BOOKMAN with Karen M. Bryson’s #LoveinMidlife #ComingofMiddleAge romance series.

Each full-length novel in the LOVE IN MIDLIFE romance series can be read as a stand-alone or as part of the series. Each story features one of the graduates of Bookman College attending their 25th reunion.

I’m not sure why I’m even looking at the menu. I always order the same thing at Coffee and a Good Book. An iced mocha latte.
Out of the corner of my eye I spot someone approaching. He’s standing a little too close for comfort.
When I step a few feet away, he moves closer.
He’s blond and buff. Tanned arms so muscular they are practically bursting out of his Bookman Athletics Department polo shirt. He’s an Adonis in the flesh.
And much too young for me. He’s not a college student, but he’s not that much older than one.
“So what’s a guy have to do to get your digits?” he asks.
I raise an eyebrow. “Does that cheesy line ever work?”
He gives me a panty-dropping grin. “I got you to talk to me.”
“Talking is one thing. Getting my phone number is something completely different.”
He closes the small distance between us. He’s so close I can feel the heat radiating from his incredibly sexy body. I have to admit that I am very attracted to him despite our obvious age difference.
“Go out with me.” His penetrating blue eyes are filled with desire.
“I don’t make it a habit to go out with men I’ve just met.”
“Maybe this will convince you.”
He leans down and presses his delicious lips to mine. My entire body responds to the heat of his kiss.
“Did that persuade you?” he whispers in my ear.
“Yes,” I mutter still under his spell.
“Good.” He sounds so self-assured, almost cocky.
Why am I always attracted to the same type? My ex-husband was also utterly charming and frustratingly overconfident. That didn’t turn out very well.
I guess I don’t learn from my mistakes.
“The usual?” He flashes me a huge grin.
“Of course.”
“Meet you at our table.”
Caleb and I go through the same ritual once a week when we meet for coffee. He says it turns him on to pretend like we’ve just met.
Not that he needs much to turn him on. We’ve only been together four months and we’ve had more sex than my ex-husband and I did in the last year of our marriage.
Of course I didn’t realize at the time that the reason Alex wasn’t having sex with me was because he was interested in someone else.
He swears that he and Stephanie didn’t consummate their relationship until after we were separated, but I think that’s splitting hairs. Even if things didn’t get physical between them, there was definitely emotional infidelity.
I take a seat at a table near the back of the small coffee shop. Caleb and I meet for coffee on Mondays at eleven. It’s the only day I have off from work, and the place is usually dead at that time of day. Most of the morning customers have already gotten their caffeine fix, and it’s still early for the lunch crowd.
Caleb hands me my iced coffee then takes a seat across from me. He doesn’t actually drink coffee because he’s a health nut. So he buys himself a fresh squeezed orange juice instead.
I have to admit when we met I was shocked that he asked me out. He had just turned thirty, but looks like a twenty-five-year old. I’m forty-five, and feel every day of it.
I’ve been told I look good for my age, but not that good. Not twenty years younger.
When I laughed at him like his invitation was a joke, he was very persistent. He wouldn’t take no for an answer.
What I thought wouldn’t be more than a weekend fling is still going strong four months later.
“Do you have plans for tonight?” he asks.
“Dinner with the in-laws.”
There’s a flash of disappointment in his eyes. “I don’t know why you still call them that.”
“I don’t know what else to call them.”
I realize it’s not a typical situation to live with your ex-husband’s parents. But Alex and I were together for twenty years. I’ve known his parents longer than I knew my own. When my mom and dad died my senior year of college, Alex’s parents embraced me as part of their family. And as much as I know they love their only son, I also know his parents like me much better than Alex.
Henry and Willa were thrilled when I brought up the idea of moving back to Bookman to help them run the Bookman Inn. They immediately took me up on the offer.
After the ugly divorce I needed to get as far away from Alex as possible, and I wanted a fresh start.
“The Harts have done a lot for me,” I remind Caleb.
“I know.” He takes my hand in his.
He rubs my knuckle with his thumb. Even that small bit of contact makes me shivery. Whoever came up with the term sex on a stick surely must have had Caleb in mind.
Not only is he incredibly hot, he knows how to push all the right buttons.
“Have you given any more thought to moving in with me?” His eyes twinkle irresistibly.
Why does he have to be so tempting? His sex appeal and charisma are an overpowering combination.
“Think about how much more sex we could have if you were sleeping in my bed every night.”
I’m not sure how much more sex I can handle. He seems to forget that I’m fifteen years older, and I don’t work out for a living like he does.
“I’m still considering it,” I lie. We haven’t been dating that long, and I’ve been divorced for less than a year. I don’t want to rush into anything too quickly.
And if I’m being honest the age difference between us concerns me. Fooling around with a much younger man is one thing. Getting serious with him is another thing entirely.
“I do get you this weekend?” He sounds like a little boy asking if he can play with his favorite toy.
“Yes,” I assure him.
“You don’t want to go to your college reunion?”
I shake my head. I’d have to go through the humiliation of telling everyone that my husband left me for an adolescent.
No thank you.
“You know I’ll go with you if you want to attend.”
“I know. But I don’t want to.”
He grins. “Good. Because I have other plans. They involve you naked in my bed.”
I take a sip of my iced mocha latte to cool down. That’s how hot he’s making me, and we’re both fully clothed.
“Thanks for the coffee, by the way.”
“My pleasure.”
“Would you like me to leave a tip?” I offer even though I know he won’t take me up on it. He may be of another generation, but he’s definitely old school when it comes to dating. He doesn’t let me pay for anything.
He shakes his head. “I’ll get it.”
He reaches into the pocket of his khaki pants and removes a wad of dollar bills. Then he stares at them for several long moments while he gnaws on his bottom lip.
Caleb does have one tiny flaw. He’s not the brightest bulb in the socket. “How much should I leave?”
We go through the same thing every week. He has no idea how to figure out how much twenty percent of the bill is.
And we order the same items every time we’re here.
“Twenty percent of twelve dollars is two dollars and forty cents,” I remind him.
He nods. “That’s right.”
He removes three dollars from the wad of cash and leaves them on the table between us.
Apparently he didn’t have to be a math whiz to be a professional baseball player. He played in the major leagues for several years. Now he’s the assistant athletic director at Bookman College.
Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine myself involved with a jock. I was always the brainy one. The smart chick. I had already earned two Master’s degrees by the time I was Caleb’s age.
We’ve never had a discussion about it, but I think that may be one of the things he finds most attractive about me.
That I’m smart.
“Let me walk you back home,” he says.
The Bookman Inn borders the east corner of the very picturesque Bookman College campus. The small college town is idyllic, and was the perfect place for me to escape after Alex broke my heart, and my life fell apart.
The town hasn’t changed that much since I was a student here twenty-five years ago.
Even though the fall semester at the college has officially started it still feels like summer outside.
As we pass by the campus quad students are in shorts playing Frisbee and sitting on the lawn eating lunch.
Alex and I met when we were freshman at Bookman, and we got married a few years after we graduated. Nearly every memory I have of my years at Bookman somehow involve Alex.
Sometimes it’s still difficult for me to believe that he left me for another woman. I always thought stuff like that happened to other people, and that our relationship was different.
Not only was he my husband, he was my best friend. We grew into adulthood together, and I thought we’d grow old together. I think that made it even worse when he betrayed me.
Just the thought of ever seeing him again is like a knife through my heart. Fortunately he and Stephanie live in Arizona, over two thousand miles away.
Caleb stops right in front of the Bookman Inn. I live with Henry and Willa in their home which is located right behind it.
Caleb never goes inside Henry and Willa’s place. I know it makes him uncomfortable that I live with ex-husband’s parents. Whenever we go out on a date that includes an overnighter, I always stay at his place.
He pulls me close and kisses me. “I can’t wait for this weekend,” he whispers in my ear.
I must admit that it feels good to be so desirable to such a hot guy. Especially after Alex tossed me away like yesterday’s trash.
“I’ll be at your place on Friday night right after I get off work,” I tell him.
When he gives me another kiss my stomach gets fluttery. I feel like a teenager making out on the porch of my parent’s house.
Or in this case in front of my ex-in-law’s place.


Okay, a second chance romance with older characters?  Sign me up.  A book like this is catnip for me.  Especially when it’s the hero that realizes that he really, really screwed up and has to grovel throughout the book to win the heroine back.  But there was something that really nagged at me while I read the book.  And it has to do with the heroine.

I loved Amelia and I completely understood her thought process and reaction to Alex back in her life.  What I didn’t like was that once Alex showed up, she kept sleeping with Caleb.  Yes, I’m one of those readers that doesn’t like the hero/heroine sleeping with someone beside them in a book.  Now, that said, that part of the book is critical later in the book so I could bypass that in the book but in the beginning, I wasn’t buying it.

Alex is a joy.  I loved how he took Stephanie to task in the beginning and also how he handled her in the end.  Plus, how he and Caleb kept puffing out their chests to each other when they were around each other.  In fact, I actually find sad for Caleb.  He didn’t stand a chance once Alex came back but he did get a happy ending.  The epilogue is NOT to be missed.  Trust me…

This book had me laughing, sighing and generally feeling good once I finished.  This book is part of a series but you don’t have to read them in order.  It’s sensual in nature but I liked how Ms. Bryson approached the subject of sex and pregnancy in a middle aged couple.  She didn’t gloss over it and it was real.  Just like the emotions that Alex and Amelia went through in the book.

Oh…did I mention that there is a walk of shame?  I was howling.  Howling!






Karen M. Bryson ™ writes new adult, love in midlife, and contemporary romance with a little spice and lots of heart. She is a winner of the prestigious RONE Award for Excellence in the Indie and Small Publishing Industry. When she’s not at her computer creating spicy stories Karen likes to spend time with her husband and their bloodhounds. Karen is also an award-winning/optioned screenwriter. She writes under the pen names Savannah Young, Sierra Avalon, Ren Monterrey, and USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR Dakota Madison.



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