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VBT: Sweet Spot – A New Lesbian Sports Romance by Lucy Felthouse! (@cw1985 @8britbabes) #erotica #romance #lesbian

SweetSpotBlurb:

A Raw Talent book.

Virginia Miller is an up-and-coming tennis star. She’s gone from a ratty tennis court in a park in south London, England, to the world’s top training facility—Los Carlos Tennis Academy in California. In awe of the talent around her, Virginia is all the more determined to make the most of the opportunity and show that she’s worthy of her place there. Her mentor, Nadia Gorlando, has every faith in her.

But Virginia finds herself distracted—Nadia, as well as being a top-notch tennis player, is seriously sexy, and Virginia’s mind keeps wandering where it shouldn’t. Will her crush get in the way of her career, or can she find a way to push the other woman out of her mind before it’s too late?

Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/sweet-spot/

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*****

Excerpt:

Nadia Gorlando and I had just gotten off the exercise bikes in the gym when one of the academy’s coaches, Peter Ross, headed over to us, all smiles.

“Hey, Nadia,” he said, his all-American grin widening and his blond hair flopping down over his forehead, “I need a huge favor.”

I flicked my gaze to Nadia. She raised one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows and waited for him to continue. He did.

“I totally lost track of time just now and I have an appointment with Travis Connolly. Would you mind wiping down my machine for me? Or maybe stick a note on it saying it’s out of order? I don’t want to leave it all sweaty for someone else. You’ll be doing me a real solid. I’ll owe you.”

My jaw almost hit the floor.

Now Nadia rolled her eyes, looked over at the offending machine, then back at Peter. “Sure, I understand,” she said, as cool as ice. “The world’s number one can’t wait. Go right ahead—I’ll fix it for you.”

He babbled a load of thanks, then jogged out of the gym.

I gaped at her. “You’re not going to do it, are you?”

Nadia chuckled. “Of course not. He may be coaching Travis Connolly and Rufus Lampani for the US Open, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to clean up his mess.” She pointed with her chin over to the machine Peter had just vacated. “Come on, V, I’ll show you how I’m going to deal with this.”

I followed her, grinning. Her tone told me that it was going to be something fun. Well, for us, anyway. Probably not for Peter.

Sure enough, when she returned from the room off the side of the gym, she had a pad of paper and a pen in her hands. Deliberately shielding the pad from my view, she wrote something down, then pulled off the top sheet. Folding it, she then propped it on the sweat-slicked seat so the writing was on view to anyone who happened past.

When I’d read and absorbed the words, I turned to Nadia, impressed. Her smile lit up her face, showing dimples in each cheek, and her brown eyes gleamed with amusement.

It was in that moment that I decided I had the serious hots for Nadia Gorlando.

The sign read,

PLEASE EXCUSE THE STATE OF THIS MACHINE. PETER ROSS, TENNIS COACH SUPREMO, “LOST TRACK OF TIME”.

*****

Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Bitches be Writin’ Interview Session with Sara Brookes @Sara_Brookes

Welcome Sara to the Bitches Be Writin’ Interview Sessions. Sara is visiting with us to promote her book Edge of Need.

Now, Sara fictional crush?

Roarke from J D Robb’s …in Death series. OMG. He is too delicious for words.

What is the last book you read?

Cherise Sinclair’s Edge of the Enforcer. I bought it shortly after it released in May, but until I got through edits on two different books, I forbid myself from reading it. As soon as I did though, PHEW, I’m glad I finally got to dig in.

If you were a Star Trek or Star Wars character, which one would it be?

Now this is my kind of question. Probably Han Solo or William T. Riker. I don’t need to be the center of everything, the one in charge – but I am damn sure going to have some fun while I’m doing what needs to be done. *g*

Can you share a little of your current work with us?

Certainly – how about a little hot something…

His mouth closed over hers and he swallowed her soft sigh. Their powerful connection fired all thrusters at once and shot through him with an immeasurable magnitude. This heat between them was so intense, it got under his skin in a way nothing ever had before. And the way she kissed him back with utter abandon was fucking perfect.
He nipped at her lower lip, sliding his tongue between her parted lips to steal her breath. His stomach twisted at the thought of her offering herself to him this way. Baring her body for him to do as he pleased. He wasn’t looking for a slave, but he certainly enjoyed having a sub like Sutton puttering around his apartment bare ass naked. It allowed for certain…indulgences.
Like now for instance.
He turned, placing her on the high counter and nudging her legs apart with his shoulders. Giving into his earlier idea, he dipped his head to drag the flat of his tongue against the tight little nub of her clit. He tipped her hips, and was rewarded with the glorious sight of her legs opening wider as she lay back on the counter.
Dipping lower, he hooked her legs on his shoulders, his hands fitting around the lush curves of her ass. “You still smell like me, like my soap. So damned good. Soft. Wet.” He darted his tongue out, moving slowly to lick the length of her pussy lips until she started to whimper. His cock twitched, demanding he free it just so he could dig deep into the tight embrace of her cunt.
An expert at denial, he refused. Time to savor her.
He kissed her slowly, exploring every bit of her sensitive skin as the rawness of the moment stretched between them. Her soft voice sighed out his name as her body arched against the counter, her calves tightening against his back. Arousal was doing delightful things to her skin, the healthy flush an aphrodisiac.
This moment of her offering was so much more than he could have ever imagined.
So perfect.
So right.
So unbelievably decadent as she pulled him under all the beautiful things about her.
She sucked in a breath, her body going rigid as her hands clutched the end of the counter. He growled her name as he shifted his hand to finger her pussy. Her whimpers morphed into low, long sounds in her throat as she rolled her pelvis to open herself wider.
With a sharp cry, she came in a hot rush against his mouth. Watching her ride the wave of orgasm nearly made him lose control and climb on top of her. But he was already running past empty and needed something to reinforce the second wind he felt building in his gut.
He pressed a light kiss to her hip. “Fabulous appetizer.”
Sutton’s eyes popped open. “You’re kidding, right?”
“I don’t kid about sex, or eating pussy.” Adam hauled her off the counter and into his arms. “Especially one as magnificent as yours. I fully intend to feast on you again for dessert. Maybe even a late-night snack. Breakfast too, if I have my way. Mmm, the Sutton diet. I could get used to the idea.”
“Deviant.”
“And damn proud.”

Erica Jong says she loves the word cunt and wishes she could “rehabilitate” the word and make it beautiful again. Do you feel the same way about some of the words you use in your stories?

I do. And I didn’t always feel that way. When I wrote my very first erotic romance, the word cunt couldn’t be found anywhere. I was even shy about using pussy. I felt like I could get my point across about what I was talking about without being so blatant. But then I wrote Ragged Edge, the first book in the Body Masters series and all hell broke loose. *g*

Is a polyamorous relationship just a fantasy or can it truly be successful?

With the right amount of work by all parties involved, it can be successful. I imagine that kind of arrangement takes a great deal of work, more than the traditional relationship model of a couple. But I don’t see any reason at all why it has to be relegated to just fantasy if all parties agree and they want to put in the time and effort.

Do you think it is best to call body parts by their anatomically correct names, or come up with euphemisms?

I call ‘em like I see ‘em. Occasionally I will change things up a little bit just for variety so it’s not all pussy, dick, cunt and cock. But for the most part, that’s exactly what they are.

Which of the characters in your erotic romance/erotica would you most want to run away with for a weekend?

All of them! They can start lining up right over here.

Is there any additional info you would like to share with your readers about what’s next for you and your books?

I’m hard at work on the next books in the series and look forward to sharing them soon! Don’t forget to enter my giveaway for some awesome beach reads! Rafflecopter giveaway

 Where can readers stalk…um…I mean, find you?

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Crimson Heart by Heather McCollum Giveaway $20GC (Starbucks or Amazon)

Thank you so much for having me today on Bitches Be Writin’! I’m thrilled to announce the release of my 16th century Scottish paranormal romance, CRIMSON HEART! CRIMSON HEART is the third full-length book in the Highland Hearts series, which follows the Macbain and Munro clans from the Highlands to Tudor London and then on to the Scottish court in Edinburgh. Magic, trickery and kilts – oh my!

Thrown together by secrets, drawn together by desire, Searc and Elena must learn that love and trust go hand in hand before the sadistic killer of young women in Edinburgh destroys both of their worlds.

Here is an excerpt:

She leaned back against the door, her bare, wet toes

curling against the stone floor. She didn’t want him to go.

She didn’t want to be alone. Not anymore.

“Step aside,” he ordered.

“I’d rather you stayed.” Elena traced the hard angles of

Searc’s face with her gaze. She’d come to know those lines

over the days since he’d rescued her in the forest, come to

trust the man behind them. For the first time in her life she

didn’t want to hide herself anymore. She had today, and it

had cost her so much, too much. “Don’t leave me.” One by

one Elena opened her fingers that clutched the bath sheet.

The damp linen dropped to her feet.

“Elena—”

“I am unhurt,” she interrupted. “But—” she raised her

hand timidly toward his face. He didn’t move away. “I don’t

want to be alone.” He still hadn’t looked down at her body,

but held her gaze locked to his. Her hand crept closer. “I

don’t want to hide anymore.” The pads of her fingers hovered

near his jaw, the stubble giving him a roguish look. She held

her breath and touched him.

He closed his eyes and inhaled as she lay her palm along

his face. When he opened them again Elena’s breath caught

at the intensity there. The red spark was gone, but another

spark made her heart beat inside her like a bird within a

cage. She left his jaw and took his hand, placing it on her

exposed collarbone where her heart beat insistently. “I will

do everything I can not to have you look at me again like

you did today in that filthy cottage.” She slid his hand down

her chest to her breast.

“Nay.” He shook his head, pulling his hand away. “Ye

will not make amends this way, Elena.”

She stepped closer to his warmth, her naked back cold in

the chilled room, completely vulnerable. “No, I mean…I’m

done hiding from you, Searc.” She shook her head. “It is too

painful to keep secrets. I’d rather… After today, your look. It

would be less painful to die then keep them from you.” She

felt her eyes watering up but blinked the tears away. “I want

you to know me, everything about me.” She pressed close

against him to wrap her hands around the back of his neck.

“Starting with this.” She kissed him.

His exhale was half groan, half growl, yet still he resisted.

“Lass, ye don’t need to do this.”

She frowned at him. “Damn it, Searc, stop being so

noble.” His eyes widened slightly. “I want this. I want you,

and if you turn me away after I’ve thrown myself literally in

your hands naked—”

Searc cut her off, grasping her face, angling it to press

tightly against his lips. His one hand wrapped around her

back, running down the chilled skin covering her spine,

pressing her to him. The feel of him, so completely aroused,

melted her worry away. He did want her. A hot ache shot

down through her body.

Although all the books in the Highland Hearts series can stand alone, they are more fun read in the following order:

HIGHLAND HEART – short prequel novella (Only $0.99) HH Buy Link

CAPTURED HEART – Book One CH Buy Link

TANGLED HEARTS – Book Two TH Buy Link

UNTAMED HEARTS – long novella (Only $0.99) UH Buy Link

CRIMSON HEART – Book Three CrH Buy Link

Thank you so much for having me here today! For more information on me and my books, please stop by my web site at www.HeatherMcCollum.com. I can also be found here:

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Crimson-Heart-500Book Synopsis: Elena has spent her entire life hiding her family name while walking the thin line between lady and servant in a Protestant household. She has kept the secret of her lineage for years, but with a new, fiercely Catholic queen on the throne, Elena’s Protestant caretaker is being targeted. And when Bloody Mary discovers Elena’s true identity, she must flee to Scotland to save her life.

Highland warrior, Searc Munro, has secrets of his own. In a family of healers, his dark, killing magic must never be known. When his father’s life is threatened, Searc unleashes his lethal power to save him. With his clan’s suspicious glances and whispers plaguing him, he sets off alone, only to find another use for his magic in saving a beautiful lass being attacked in the forest.

Teaming up as exiles, Elena and Searc head toward Edinburg to find refuge. Yet, with a series of ritual killings haunting the city and a traitor attempting to assassinate Scotland’s regent, suspicion turns to Searc. As word of another British heir reaches the country, the two must learn to trust each other before it’s too late.

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Author Bio:gCmS3RD0

Heather McCollum is an award winning, historical paranormal and YA romance writer. She earned her B.A. in Biology, much to her English professor’s dismay. She is a member of Romance Writers of America and the Ruby Slippered Sisterhood of 2009 Golden Heart finalists.

The ancient magic and lush beauty of Great Britain entrances Ms. McCollum’s heart and imagination every time she visits. The country’s history and landscape have been a backdrop for her writing ever since her first journey across the pond.

When she is not creating vibrant characters & magical adventures on the page, she is roaring her own battle cry in the war against ovarian cancer. Ms. McCollum recently slayed the cancer beast and resides with her very own Highland hero, rescued golden retriever & 3 kids in the wilds of suburbia on the mid-Atlantic coast.

For more information about Ms. McCollum, please visit www.HeatherMcCollum.com. WebsiteBlog Twitter Facebook Goodreads Newsletter

Giveaway: $20 GC (Starbucks or Amazon )and previous two books in the series.  Leave comments along with an email address.

 

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VBT: For Dylan by Amelia Swan

ForDylan344x550(1)Blurb: A happily married woman. Her bisexual husband’s ex-lover. What won’t they do…for Dylan?

Claire is determined to fulfill her husbands every desire, even encouraging him to sleep with other men. For years he doesn’t seem interested in taking her up on the offer. And then he accidentally discovers someone from his past.

Dylan is perfectly happy with Claire, the love of his life. He doesn’t feel the need to have another partner. Until he runs into Jay, an ex he thought he’d never see again. Now he craves something more. And what he wants will change their relationship forever.

Caught unaware when Dylan asks her to join them, Claire agrees. What she discovers along the way surprises them both…

Publisher’s Note: This title contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, male/male sexual situations,

ménage (m/m/f).

BUY LINK: http://www.amazon.com/Dylan-Amelia-Swan-ebook/dp/B00KC86WS4/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1400685505&sr=1-1&keywords=For+Dylan

Authors Bio:

Amelia Swan writes contemporary, erotic, and new adult romance. She’s interested in characters that are smart, sincere, and somewhat artistically inclined. All of her heroines are girls she could totally see herself being friends with.  Reader Email: Amelia@ameliaswan.com

https://www.ameliaswan.com/

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The New Emancipation by Alisa Anderson #FreedomHop @bitchesbewritin

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The New Emancipation

by Alisa Anderson

Every time you follow behind

You’re just taking your place in line

Never stop to question the agenda

Doing what somebody told you again the

 

Only way of finding the truth is to ask

But instead you’re hearing lies that are masked

Behind the phony smiles and the miseducation

Don’t you think it’s time you had a revelation?

 

Accepting what you hear

But raising no objection

Afraid to raise your voice

And walk a new direction

 

These chains ain’t gone, cuz I can feel them getting tighter

They tried to trick you, making them a little lighter

Forget the mule and forget the 40 acres

Nobody gives a damn, especially the law makers

 

Stop whining bout the past, and worry about the future

You’re wasting too much time and yeah, I know the truth hurts

Forget the way it was; it’s time to start a new trend

It’s time to show an iron will that will never bend

 

We need to let them know

We won’t go gently in the night

It’s time for us to show

The power of our might

 

Emancipation is only the beginning

Keep moving forward if you’re thinking about winning

We need to make it clear, we know the game they’re spinning

And if it’s wrong then we just need to keep on sinning

 

How long will they kill our prophets, as Brother Marley said

How long will we be passive, and let ourselves get misled

How long will you continue eating Propaganda fed?

Cuz they’ll continue to feed it until we wind up dead

 

If we rewrite the story

Then a new journey will unfold

We can reclaim our glory

Fulfill the legend foretold

 

Emancipate yourselves…

You have to find your truth

When will you finally see…

Wo one can free us but we

 

I hate the way you follow, and never try to lead

I hate the way you ignore every fucking misdeed

I hate the way you excuse the evidence of greed

I hate the tangled web they weave on you to deceive

 

I hate the way you never demand and take a stand

I hate the way you stay quiet and never take command

I hate the way they preach about equality

But then comes the white sheets and other “frivolities.”

 

And yet you seem to think

There is no misconception

While we teeter on the brink

Of global disinfection

 

The end is coming much sooner than anticipated

Meanwhile intolerance is being proliferated

Too late to turn and then pretend that you didn’t see

Too late to run cuz there’s no where else you can be

 

Too late for justice, people take it by other means

Too late to realize the world was never as it seemed

Too late you smell the stench of death and deterioration

Too late perhaps, to stop the threat of annihilation

 

Just know that you’ve been warned

Of what will happen here

And your soul will not be mourned

If you follow behind in fear.

 

Every time you follow behind

You’re just taking your place in line

Never stop to question the agenda

Doing what somebody told you again the

 

Only way of finding the truth is to ask

But instead you’re hearing lies that are masked

Behind the phony smiles and the miseducation

Don’t you think it’s time you had a revelation?

 

NikkiPart1psjpegBlurb: When Jess packed up her belongings and fled her small hometown in Kansas, she never looked back. Free from her family’s dark past she was finally able to pursue her lifelong dream as a professional dancer. She never expected to find herself at his door…or at his club.

Nikolas was unlike any other man she had ever met. Sexy…Alluring…Predatory. Dangerous. The kind of man with more secrets than even she had. Every instinct warned Jess against knowing him further, but she always did like playing with fire…

Nikolas Roman took one look at Jess and knew she was trouble from the very start. But something about the defiant twist of her mouth and the wide, haunted eyes of a damaged soul touched him in places he had long ago thought dead. He knew he needed to stay far away from her for his own sanity, but like a moth to a flame he was helpless to resist…

Working at Takers gentleman’s club was the last place Jess thought she would find herself, but she quickly learned how the game was played. See what you want, take what you can get…but at what cost.

Excerpt:

This man was seriously bad news. One she knew she needed to stay away from.  She was fully aware of his reputation from Allison. Not only with the ladies, but of being a notorious Mafioso. She also knew he was very much married, an arranged marriage at that, but supposedly there was some story there and she was never discussed. Ever.

Nick swung his leg over a chair and sat down. “Okay, let’s see what you got. Get on the stage and I’ll clue Mikey when you’re ready. Oh and Manhattan…how do you feel about going topless?”

Jess hesitated for a moment before she climbed on the stage.

This was the end of the line for her. She was desperate now. If she didn’t make this work, it was back to Kansas for her. Back to her old life, back to her family…back to her father…back to his world.

Becoming the failure he always said she would be. Not this time.

He would never get the opportunity to touch her again.

She shivered. She was never going back to them. Or him. She was done with that portion of her life. Not even if said life, depended on it.

Which, in a way, it kind of did. For her piece own piece of mind, for her sanity, to escape the dark recesses of her mind and find some semblance of happiness, she needed this.  Just once, it would be nice to get a decent night’s sleep.

No nightmares. No terror filled panic attacks, wondering if tonight was the night her father emptied his gun in her head. No dreaded anticipation of what was to come.

Foul, alcohol-laced breath…sweaty hands…suffocating her…moving all over her body, touching her…violating her…going places no father should ever be…

“Kid?” Nick’s voice jolted her out of her thoughts and she looked up sharply and met his gaze. It was too soon to mask the naked fear and haunted, gnawing ache in her eyes. She knew he could see it all.

What surprised her was his curiously knowing silence. As if he knew exactly what she was thinking and feeling, and could relate. He was giving her an out.

One that she was not going to take. Jess shook herself.

“I guess I’m ok with it. But will you, I mean will they be able to touch my boobs?” If he caught the slip, he didn’t let on. “And why did you ask me where I was from, if you already knew?” She was annoyed at both him and herself for the slip and for the way he made her feel.

There was an awkward pause before Nick finally spoke. “I ask because I can. It’s my club. You got a problem, there’s the door.” Nick arched his brow at her.

She nodded and glanced away. Ass.

He continued. “Now then. No touching by others period.  However, there are no rules for me. You’ll never have to do anything you aren’t good with. I promise.”

Why the fuck did he promise that?  Jess wasn’t about to ask.

“Mikey, Hot Child in City. When you’re ready, kid.”  He leaned forwarded and put a cigar in his mouth.

As the music started playing, Jess wasn’t really sure what to do at first.  How the hell am I going to do this?  She closed her eyes and started swaying to the music.  When she opened them she looked directly at him and something took over her. She found herself dancing for him, seducing him with each hip grind and twirl around the pole.

She noticed the more she danced the harder he breathed. He was actually getting a rather large hard on and didn’t seem to care if she knew.  He was feeding her, and she got lost in his eyes and forgetting they were in a club. His club.

He was intrigued with her from the moment he saw her. Her blond hair was shining in the lights. He could see through the white tank top she wore as it stretched over her exquisite breasts. Her stomach was flat, even her belly button looked inviting to him.  Her long legs were gorgeous, and those tight black shorts she wore outlined every curve of her shapely ass.

He swallowed hard. How was it she could be so fucking hot yet be so angelic and innocent? What was she, all of nineteen? And what was it about this girl he felt he needed to protect? What was he hiding behind those eyes that hid a lifetime of pain, and were much wiser than her years? He didn’t know much about her but planned on finding out. That was for fucking sure.

He heard the music stop.

Just like that, the spell was broken.

“Not half bad. The club is open from seven till three.  The slot is two nights a week. I don’t pay my girls but you’ll be well taken care of.  Tips are yours, except for the ten percent I take off the top for allowing you to dance on my stage.”

“Your stage name is Manhattan.  Remember it.”

He got up from the chair and started walking toward the back.  He turned and looked at her standing on the stage.

“See you at six, Manhattan.

That is, if you’ll be back.”

Authors’ Bio:

Alisa Anderson

well…alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff. only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. hey, at least she tried to warn them, so her job is done. she doesn’t like to capitalize, partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly out of laziness. please don’t judge. it could be you. and she would say, hey. you’re alright, buddy. you’re ok in my book. now c’mere for a hug. the hug might be pushing it. air kiss? you are strangers, after all, with only a mutual love of poor grammar.

​she lives for a world full of controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows). who look like the rock. and ian somerhalder. and idris elba. and that’s it she promises. variety. gotta have variety, right?

​but alas…apparently that exists only in johanna lindsey’s genius mind. so until then, she enjoys her incredibly warped sense of humor. she reads tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that makes her heart go pitter patter. then she thought, hey. what, she said to herself. (softly, of course, so no one finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of a fruitcake) maybe you should write this stuff too. maybe someone will like it and maybe buy it. so she said, huh, you think? then she said, well…yeah, i wouldn’t have suggested it…(inserts sarcastic tone) and then she was like lose the attitude, ok? then she was all, would you just shut up and write, already? sheesh! and she did. 🙂

Cameron Skye

When Cameron is not in the lab working toward a Ph.D., in Neuropsychopharmacology, which in laymen’s terms is basically finding the effects drugs have on mood and behavior, she is writing stories, crating vivid, intense characters you will never forget.

She believes while life can take you down every path but the right one, eventually everyone will find their happily ever after.

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Part Three coming September 2014