SEASIDE CHRISTMAS by Stacy Claflin #BookBlast

Seaside Christmas
A Seaside Hunters Novel #5
by Stacy Claflin
Published on November 15th, 2015
Genres: Contemporary Romance, New Adult

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Seaside Christmas by Stacy Claflin

He can’t stand her. She thinks he’s crazy. Will their feelings stay etched in permanent ink?

Cruz Hunter has always stuck out in his small hometown. Now that he’s covered in tattoos, the residents peg him as even more of an outcast. It seems like the whole world is against his dream of opening a local tattoo parlor.

When he finally finds the perfect place for his new business, Cruz discovers a pastor and his daughter have already bought it. The only thing more irritating than the change in his plan is Talia, a beautiful and feisty argument in a dress. Cruz would like nothing more than to have her out of his life and his mind, but for some reason, she’s the only thing he can think about.

If Cruz and Talia can stop arguing long enough, opposites may do much more than attract.

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Meet the Hunter brothers of Kittle Falls…

The Seaside Hunters novels are a series of contemporary sweet romances. They’re set in the beach town of Kittle Falls, following the Hunter brothers as they make their way back to their hometown and find the loves they couldn’t elsewhere. Each book is a standalone.

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StacyAuthor Stacy Claflin

I don’t stick to a single genre in my writing, reading, or viewing. My favorite shows include Supernatural, The Walking Dead, Pretty Little Liars, Lost Girl, Vampire Diaries, and Once Upon a Time.

I’ve been writing and telling stories for as long as I can remember. As a kid, my story telling would get me into trouble because I would try to convince others that my stories were real.

When I’m not busy writing, I like spending time with my family and friends. I also educate my kids from home.

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BLOG TOUR: SINFUL by Jennifer Dawson

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Sinful
An Undone Series #2
by Jennifer Dawson
Genres: Contemporary Romance 
Published on November 17, 2015
Rating: 5stars
Steamy Level:4chilis
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I’ve wanted my brother’s best friend, Leo Santoro, for too many years to count. No matter what I do, he won’t confront the attraction that burns between us. It’s time to put him behind me once and for all. I have no choice but to call his bluff.

And then I will walk away.

The last woman I should want is my best friend’s baby sister, Jillian Banks. No matter what I do, she won’t ignore the attraction that burns between us. It’s time she learns the real me. The only promise I can make is that her fantasies are no match for reality.

And then I’ll watch her walk away.

 

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This book was fantastic, I enjoy every moment of it, the dialogues, the characters, the plot all of it. And the writing, it was better than I excepted.

Jennifer Dawson has done an amazing and flawless work with this book. Her writing… sigh, without being rude it way better that some Bestselling Authors. My eyes were wide open in almost every chapter. Definitely a book you have to read is this is your kind of genre. Needless to say, there is hot dominant cop and a great heroine, this couple isn’t boring at all.

I haven’t read the first, I haven’t even known what the first book is about. But, as you can see, it wasn’t necessary to read Sinful. It doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t read Crave, because after reading Sinful, is now on my TBR with top priority.

Do I want to read the next book in this series? Absolutely. Now I want to read every single book Dawson has ever written. She’s fan-fucking-tastic writer. I won’t get tired of saying it.

Now, let’s talk about the characters, because they’re not your average kind of.

The plot? One of my favorites, a girl and her brother’s best friend. It’s so cliché but I can’t get enough of this kind of stories, the good ones obviously. I even have a list of my favorites brother’s best friend books. And Sinful is at the top of that list right now. It was that good.

A guy into BDSM? Mmmm, I wasn’t quite sure about this topic, because there are so many awful books that doesn’t make you feel anything nor connected to that world. Fifty Shades who? But the way Jennifer writes about it, how not everything is about the sub giving all the control to the dom to be set free and all that bullshit. Well, I felt satisfied with Dawson point of view about submission, because not everyone is cut to that kind of lifestyle, it doesn’t matter how madly in love you’re for the guy.

 

One word:

R E A L I S T I C

Another word:

M I N D B L O W I N G

Leo and Jillian will turn you believes about BDSM upside down.

 

Read Sinful Chapter One

Jillian

“Is he going to be there?” my roommate Heather Cowan asks, carefully studying her bright, glittery pink nails. She’s been painting them on my nightstand table as I tear through my bedroom like a mini tornado to get ready for this evening’s festivities.

The “he” in question is my brother’s best friend. And tonight, I’m going to put an end to our extended game of cat and mouse, once and for all. In the mirror, I grin at Heather. “Oh, he’ll be there.”

Heather gives me a long-suffering smile and shakes her head at my craziness.

Which, I’m totally used to, and honestly I can’t blame her.

Where he is concerned, I’m impossible.

The party is for my older brother. It’s his birthday, and he’s recently been promoted to the next rank of homicide detective in the Chicago Police Department. He’s one of those overachiever types. Between his birthday and the career success my parents’ heads were in danger of exploding with pride and they couldn’t resist throwing him a big bash.

Which works to my advantage.

I survey myself in the full-length mirror, twisting and turning in my minuscule dress, pleased with what’s staring back at me. I turn to my roommate. “So, what do you think?”

Heather flicks a glance over me. “I think you’re going to give your poor brother a heart attack.”

“Don’t you worry about Michael, he’ll be fine.” Yes, he’s annoyingly overprotective, but I’m twenty- eight, and there’s not much he can do but grumble and scowl. Since he can’t help himself, I take it in stride and don’t deny him his big brother privileges. Nope, I’m a good sister. I just smile, nod and do what I want. See, a win-win for both of us.

I plant my hands on my hips. “You didn’t answer.”

Heather sighs, and flops down on my bed, holding her hands in the air so she won’t ruin her manicure.

“You look like I hate you and I’m glad I don’t have to stand next to you and watch men drool all over you.”

“Perfect.” I’ve achieved the intended effect, although the man I want to drool all over me refuses to bend to my seductive will.

“Please, Jillian, I’m begging you, let this go.” Heather’s voice is a pleading whine. We’ve had this conversation before, but I’m nothing if not determined.

“Not going to happen. So just deal.” I twist once again in the mirror. I’m not normally this vain, but tonight I have to look perfect. Impossible to resist. “And the dress?”

“You look like a very expensive escort.”

“Excellent.” I beam, my lips extra full and pouty with the dark crimson gloss I’ve slicked on. It goes with my light olive skin, long, dark wavy hair, and hazel eyes.

I must say I do look spectacular. Yes, my red dress is painted on, short on my long legs, extra slinky, and maybe a bit slutty. But I’m going for show stopping here. Subtly is not one of tonight’s words.

No, I’m going for hit-you-over-the-head bold.

Heather rolls her eyes. “This will only end in disaster. I’ll be gone this weekend, who will help you pick up the pieces of your tattered heart?”

I step away from the mirror and put on a pair of nude, stiletto heels. “I’ll be fine, I promise. Yes, it will probably be a disaster. But, I’ve tried everything else, I’m running out of options.”

Most girls probably would have taken no for an answer a long time ago, but I’ve been told I can be a bit stubborn at times. Just a bit.

Heather rolls off my bed and stretches her long, lean frame. She’s a ballerina at the Joffrey Ballet, and with her platinum blonde hair, fine classical features and clear blue eyes she looks the part. Dressed in black yoga pants and a tank top, she reaches for her heel and stretches her leg to the ceiling. Her flexibility is something to marvel.

I tilt my head at her. “Are you sure you won’t come tonight? Even for a little bit?”

“As much as I’d love to watch you make a fool out of yourself, I’ve got to be up at the crack of dawn tomorrow.”

“Too bad.” While I’d love her there to support me, which she would despite her belief that I’m being dumb, I’ll know plenty of people at the party, including my best friend Gwen Johnson. We grew up right next door to each other so she’s almost as close to Michael as I am.

My father had rented the back of the hot new Irish pub featured in all of Chicago’s “what’s trending” magazines. Michael protested the celebration, but my father refused to budge. His only son being a homicide detective wasn’t what my investment banker father wanted, but he was proud and showed it.

At least my older sister took pity on him and married a partner in my dad’s firm.

I’m the last Banks hold out.

After college I gave it a try, taking a low-level entry job in my dad’s office, but I hated it. I’m not cut out for corporate life. I lasted three months before I quit. Since then I’ve flitted around in various careers, abandoning each one much to my parents’ worry.

I’m affectionately what they call a free spirit. Aka, I have no idea what I want to do with my life. Something with art, where I’m not cooped up in an office all day—in other words—poor. Of course my family worries about my lack of direction, but I don’t. When I finally hit upon that elusive “thing” I’ll know. And I’ll give it everything I’ve got. In the meantime, I support myself by waitressing at Gwen’s trendy restaurant.

With a six-month waiting list, it’s a great gig, but I’m a mediocre waitress and the restaurant business isn’t my passion. The best I can say about my job is I use my relationship with Gwen for the best shifts, and didn’t have to work out much.

I straighten my dress and walk into our tiny living room. I’ll figure out my career another time, tonight is about pursuing my other elusive passion.

Leo Santoro.

My brother’s best friend and partner. Object of my lust-filled fantasies. And general pain in the ass.

Heather follows me down the hallway that leads to our living room. “You’ve been practicing in those heels.”

I laugh. There is an art to walking around in too high stilettos, and it’s not innate. “I have.”

“Your legs look fantastic.”

“Why thank you.” They did. I’m tall, five nine to be exact, and I’ve been told by men and women alike that my legs are endless. I consider them one of my best assets.

I move to the kitchen and start transferring necessary essentials from my big purse to my small evening bag.

Heather slides onto one of the stools that line the breakfast bar and watches me. “Do you think it’s smart to wear heals that put you eye level with him?”

I toss my hair over my shoulder and search for my powder. When I can’t find it I empty everything onto the counter. “He can handle it.” Four-inch heels are part of my strategy. I want him looking me straight in the eye when he rejects me.

Heather picks up a piece of Double Bubble from the contents of my purse and opens it. “What makes you think this time will be the last.”

“I’m realistic, he’ll probably say no.” Leo always says no. I find the powder and pluck it from the rest of the chaos, and put it in my bag. “But for me it will be the last time, and that’s what we need to focus on.”

The first time I met Leo was the day my brother graduated from the academy. They’d been in the same class. It had been just like the movies. Our eyes locked and when we shook hands electricity actually jolted up my arm. I know he felt it too, because his dark gaze had flickered before dropping to my mouth for a heartbeat.

I’d fallen in instant lust.

He’d ignored me for the rest of the day.

Things hadn’t improved over the years. I’d tried a variety of ways to seduce him but he continues to treat me like a little sister. Gently rebuffing me in a brotherly sort of way.

A girl can only get rejected so many times before it starts to mess with her selfesteem, so of course, I’ve tried to move on. I’ve dated loads of guys, and even had sex with a few of them. Sometimes I came, sometimes I didn’t, but when I closed my eyes, it was Leo who filled my mind. There’s just something about him that calls to me and eclipses every other man I come in contact with.

Despite evidence to the contrary, I was stubbornly sure he wanted me. There was something about the way he looked at me, lingering a bit too long on my mouth, the hint of narrowed eyes when another man showed his appreciation.

What I couldn’t figure out was why he refused to act.

Sure, he was my brother’s best friend, and Michael was universally considered intimidating as the devil himself, but Leo didn’t seem the type to let a thing like friendship and intimidation get in the way of what he wanted.

So, why was he resistant? The more I couldn’t figure him out, the more fascinating he became.

I’m twisted that way.

“Well, you know what I think.” Heather popped the gum into her mouth. We’d discussed the topic ad nauseam, and I suspected the whole thing bored her. Not that I blamed her. My obsession bored me too.

That’s why I’m taking action.

I’m going to give it one more try, and if he rejects me, I’ll move on. My plan is to do things differently this time. If it didn’t work, well, I’ll live with it and put him behind me once and for all. I’m far too old and have too much respect for myself to continue to hold out for a guy that didn’t want me enough to fight for me.

I shut my purse. “Tonight’s the night. I promise, when he says no, I will stick to the plan.”

Heather touches my hand and gives me a sympathetic frown. “I don’t know what his problem is, you’re awesome. And I think he wants you, I just don’t think he intends to do anything about it.”

“Of course he doesn’t. That’s why it’s up to me to prove him wrong.”

As soon as I walk into the bar, I spot him, laughing down at some blonde with big tits and a waist so small she could rival Scarlet O’Hara, pre-baby. Apparently enraptured with her, he doesn’t notice me as I make my rounds through the room.

This isn’t off to a good start.

Casual as can be, he’s leaning against a wall, wearing a pair of jeans and a tight black shirt that hugs his muscles and broad shoulders and emphasizes the narrow cut of his waist. He looks ridiculous and just seeing him makes my heart kick into double time.

My best friend Gwen, a gorgeous redhead, with light blue eyes and a lean frame that doesn’t belong on a restaurant owner, runs over to me. “Damn, girl, you look hotter than hell.”

That was the idea. I smooth down my skirt. Thanks.”

She hugs me, then stands back and whistles. “If he resists this dress, the man is officially a candidate for sainthood.”

We’ve been friends since practically birth; she knows everything about me, including my Leo fixation.

But Leo talk is for the privacy of our apartments, not out here in the open with a bunch of nosey cops milling around. “Sssshhhh!!” I hiss, glancing around. “Someone might hear you.”

“Oh relax, I didn’t say his name.” Gwen hooks an arm with mine. “Come on, let’s put you on display.”

I glance one more time in Leo’s direction but his attention is still on the blonde. I throw my shoulders back. This will not deter me.

We begin our crawl through the room. The place is packed and I’m pleased to see men giving me the down and dirty once over. Their eyes shifting hungrily between Gwen and me, as if trying to figure out who to eat up first.

Now if I can only get the attention of the right one, I’ll be set.

 

I spot my parents, my sister and her husband, and Michael over by the bar. I point in their direction and we make our way over to the group. When we get there, I grin. “Happy Birthday, big brother.”

Tallness runs in our family and Michael is six feet, five inches of badass with dark hair, ridiculous cheekbones, and a body carved from granite. He’s scary, beautiful and drives women absolutely crazy.

And right now he’s frowning at me.

“What in the hell are you wearing?”

“A dress, geesh,” I say and shoot a glance to my dad, jerking a thumb at Michael. “Can you believe this guy? Isn’t that supposed to be your line?”

My father’s mouth forms a matching frown, showcasing their similar features. “It does seem your dress needs more of it.”

“Don’t listen to him, dear,” my mom says, kissing me on both cheeks. “You look lovely.”

“Doesn’t she?” Gwen beams at me.

Michael practically growls at her. “Don’t encourage her. This place is full of cops, you need to put on a sweater.”

“If it’s full of cops, I’ll be perfectly safe,” I point out helpfully. See what a good sister I am? I turn toward Gwen. The family is not helping my mojo. “Let’s get a drink.” We wave and head to the bar.

Of course everything is free, and Gwen and I take full advantage. Now that my reckoning is drawing near, nerves dance in my stomach, and I need to relax. We order shots of Patrón in honor of our college days and then margaritas so we don’t mix alcohol.

“So tonight’s the night?” Gwen takes a sip and surveys the crowd. Gwen is like super model gorgeous, and between the two of us we’re causing quite the stir.

I do a sideways glance in the direction I last saw Leo. Still talking to the blonde.

That jerk doesn’t even know I’m here.

“Tonight’s the night.” I nod. I will not be thwarted. Gwen knows all about my plans and my promises to move on if I fail. She’s sworn to go hard-core on me if that happens. Zero tolerance for anything Leo related. I smooth a hand over my stomach. “What do you think?”

“I have faith in you.” Gwen tilts her head and it sends her hair swaying over one shoulder. “But remember, sometimes you have to be careful for what you wish for.”

I furrow my brow. “What do you mean?”

Gwen flashes a dazzling smile at the guy across the bar, and then shrugs. “All I mean is that you don’t really know him. If he goes for this, the real guy might not live up to the guy you’ve conjured in your fantasies.”

I wrinkle my nose and nod. I’m no dummy, and of course, she’s one-hundredpercent right. It’s actually an argument I’ve made to myself a million times. On occasion, I’ve even followed it, but then I see him again. I catch the spark of awareness on the air between us, and I fall right back into my infatuation.

I sigh. “I know, but the only way to find that out is to take the plunge, and it’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

The cute guy from across the bar gives Gwen a long, slow smile and when she returns it with a flirty look, he starts the path over. Gwen winks at me. “One more shot and then you go get him, deal?”

“Deal.” I glance over to where Leo stands, his head bent talking to the blonde.

His hair is dark, almost black, matching the depth of his eyes.

Tonight’s the night. I either go big, or go home.

 

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I vow. I crave. I give in.

I used to be a nice, normal girl. I had dreams. Good, happy dreams of white picketfences, 2.5 kids, and a fairytale love that lasts forever. Nobody warned me the prince dies three weeks before the wedding.

Like any addict, I swear this time is the last….

Now, I go through my days, a shadow of my former self. I pretend I’m okay, and the people in my life pretend to believe me. But, sometimes, when I can no longer stand the craving my dead fiancée left behind, I roam an underground sex club looking for my next hit. It’s dirty and wrong, but I can’t stop, and my only line of defense between them and me, is the rules I’ve designed to keep me safe. With free, no-strings attached sex; men always abide by my rules. Until I meet him.

And, like any addict, I’m wrong.

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About the Author

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Jennifer Dawson grew up in the suburbs of Chicago and graduated from DePaul University with a degree in psychology. She met her husband at the public library while they were studying. To this day she still maintains she was NOT checking him out. Now, over twenty years later they’re married living in a suburb right outside of Chicago with two awesome kids and a crazy dog. Despite going through a light FM, poem writing phase in high school, Jennifer never grew up wanting to be a writer (she had more practical aspirations of being an international super spy). Then one day, suffering from boredom and disgruntled with a book she’d been reading, she decided to put pen to paper. The rest, as they say, is history. These days Jennifer can be found sitting behind her computer writing her next novel, chasing after her kids, keeping an ever watchful eye on her ever growing to-do list, and NOT checking out her husband.

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NOVEMBER 9 by Colleen Hoover #QuotingMidweeks

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What is Quoting Midweeks?
Randomly, choose a page of your current read and share two sentences, phrases or quotes. Please, avoid spoiler for possible futures readers.

Just featured on wednesday and/or thursday.

NOVEMBER 9
by Colleen Hoover
Published by Atria Books
on November 10th, 2015

 

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“I realized since you obviously had no idea how fucking beautiful you are-that I just might actually have a chance with you. And so I smiled. Because I was hoping if I played my cards right-I might get to find out exactly what kind of panties you were wearing under those jeans.”

Do you want to know a real book boyfriend. Well, Benton James Kessler is the ultimate book boyfriend. And I’m not just talking shit, I never said that of a book before, because I never felt the way I feel for other hero the way I feel Ben. Even about Daemon Black and that says a lot about me. Because I loooove Daemon.

“You let me go. You encouraged me to go. And I want the same for you. I want you to follow your passion instead of your heart.”
[…]
She is my passion.

How much feelins involved in this scene. It was too much, my poor heart couldn’t handle it.

This book is a roller coaster.

 

 

LIES by C.A. Harms #Release

 

Title: Lies
Series: Phoenix Undercover #1
Author: C.A. Harms
Genre: Contemporary Romance Suspense
Release Date: November 24, 2015

Book Summary

FBI Agent Joshua Phoenix goes undercover…Deep.
Thrust into a world of drugs and criminal activity, integrating himself into the Russian Mafia turned out to be much more than Josh bargained for.
It’s dark and it’s dangerous.
The lives they destroy along the way will never be the same.
The things he is forced to do will haunt him forever.
Even more importantly, he never planned on meeting her…
A chance encounter with Real Estate Agent Gabriella Shannon, has Josh questioning his ability to complete his mission.
And now the dark world may consume them both.
He’s in too deep.
Leaving now would only risk the safety of those around him.
But when his cover’s blown Josh is forced to make a decision that will reroute his future.
One decision.
The hardest decision he will ever have to make in his life.
And those he meant to protect will be the ones who suffer the most…

 

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“There are a few twists that were cleverly placed that even I didn’t see coming and the ending WOW that ending will make you want to stalk the authors ass it’s a whammy!!”~ ✨✨✨✨ 4 Star Review Kitty Kats Crazy About Books
“This is a great story and one I will continue to anxiously await the next releases. I love some mafia and murder … for sure love me some hot ass FBI agents. I cant wait to read on. There is much more suffering to be dealt out.” ~✨✨✨✨✨ Ramblings From Beneath the Sheets 5 Star Review
“OMG!!!! OMG!!!! OMG!! This was the best book I have ever read in my life!!! CA went out of her comfort zone with this book. And she made a home run, Detective Joshua Phoenix is my frigging hero.”~ ✨✨✨✨✨ Goodreads Reviewer 5 Star Review

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Placing my elbows at the edge of the countertop, I collapsed on the barstool, feeling exhausted. I had never been on a date where I felt like I needed a vacation only two hours in.

“What can I get ya?” the young guy behind the bar asked.
“A decoy, maybe a smoke bomb.” He looked at me in confusion. “Date from hell, dude. Ever had one of those moments where you’re wondering how the fuck you got yourself in such a mess?”
He chuckled and looked up over my shoulder.
“Oh.” He smirked and nodded. “Marissa.”
The fact he knew her name made me cringe. I had a feeling this was worse than I had initially thought. “Oh fuck, what? She’s a stalker or some freaky chick that’s gonna claim we’re engaged? I’ll spend months getting her to leave me the fuck alone, won’t I?”
He handed me a beer and shook his head, chuckling to himself, then poured a shot of tequila and set it on the bar next to my beer. “You’re gonna need that.”
I let my head fall to my hands and grumbled as I mentally cussed out Greyson and myself for even showing up.
“Good luck, man.”
I didn’t even lift my head. It was pointless; I knew he was eating this up. His laughter faded as he worked his way down the bar, serving others.
“I see you don’t suffer from coulrophobia,” came a soft whisper from my right.
I immediately lifted my head and was taken aback by the girl sitting at my side. How had I missed her?
Oh, I know, I’d had tunnel vision as I ran from Cruella toward my next drink.
“What?” I asked, yet all I could focus on was her piercing blue eyes. I had never seen eyes that blue before.
“The fear of clowns,” she stated. “Coulrophobia.”
I remained focused on her beauty, taking the time to look at each feature, wondering why in the hell she couldn’t have been the brunette from the coffee shop. My night would have been a whole hell of a lot better if she was in Marissa’s place.
I knew I was staring, but I couldn’t stop myself. She had mentioned something about clowns, but I was lost. I had no idea what she was talking about. My gaze fell to her plump, full lips, and I smirked. No red lipstick graced them. They held only a sheer film of shiny gloss, and I loved that she preferred the more natural look. When they curved upward in a smile, I didn’t feel even the slightest bit embarrassed that she knew I was checking her out so closely.
When her eyes met mine, she nudged her head toward Marissa. “I was referring to your date. She kinda resembles a clown.”
I stared at her and could see she was fighting back her laughter. She lifted her drink to her lips and took a small sip before lowering it.
I could no longer hold back my own smile. “I fucking hate clowns.”

 

About the Author

 

C.A. Harms is like any other addicted reader. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories. She hasn’t always been a lover of Romance and had once been addicted to a good Mystery. Just recently she has taken on a new liking and now is a full blown Romance novel addict.
She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. You will always find her with her kindle or paperback in hand as it is her favorite pass time.

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