Monday, 22 January 2018

Flying High @LizGavin_author #shifterlove #bbw #alphamale #shapeshifter #paranormal #contemporary #romance #military #cowboys #sinboxedset #kindleunlimited #ku #amazon #milehigh #reverseharem

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Featuring New York Times, USA Today, and International bestselling authors, Sin & Seduction is a spicy, diverse collection of paranormal & contemporary, hetero & same sex romance reads designed to ignite fires of passion, love, and romance.

Bursting with sexy-as-sin heroes & devilish heroines, our titillating & romantic tales will seduce you and leave you craving more. Get ready for a passionate and exhilarating ride!

Warning: The Sin & Seduction authors suggest all readers ensure snacks and cool drinks are obtained before starting this collection. Once you start, you won't want to stop until the last page.



SPOTLIGHT on 
Liz Gavin ~~~ Flying High


More loving with menage in this reverse harem! 
Something you'll see more of if you follow Liz Gavin.


Half-an-hour after they had settled at a corner table, Kay had a confession to make. “I’ve changed my mind. You were right. This outfit is a winner,” she told Sylvia as she bottomed up her glass of red wine and returned the smile a man flashed her from across the room.
“I like that. He’s got potential.” Syl observed as she followed Kay’s gaze. 
“He does,” she agreed as she watched his 6-feet and some change frame approach their table. 
Her heart flipped, then hit the bottom of her stomach when he squatted beside their table, on Sylvia’s side. Fuck. She should’ve known better than to hope.
“My friends and I are hitting a club nearby. Great music and beautiful people. You’d be the perfect addition to our group,” he said without a glance Kay’s way. 
She shrugged and resigned herself to hiding her disappointed sigh inside the glass of water she sipped. Sylvia had bugged her all afternoon and part of the evening to go dancing. Kay had chosen a bar instead because she didn’t think she’d be able to dance in the sky-high heels she was wearing. Her jaw dropped when she heard her friend’s reply.
“Not my style.” Sylvia wiggled her left fingers, making the wedding ring sparkle under the dim lights of the bar. 
“That doesn’t mean crap if you’re at a singles bar.”
“It does to me and that’s all that matters. I’m here for the booze.” She winked at Kay.
Her friend was there to boost her confidence. Sylvia wasn’t much of a drinker, having had issues with an alcoholic mother. 
Raising his hands and shrugging in defeat, the man returned to his friends. Kay noted they began a heated argument, a dark-haired man shook his head so vigorously his shoulder-length hair whipped his face every time he swept his eyes in their table’s general direction. While he seemed to quarrel with the tall blond who had just returned from their table, another member of their crew crossed the room to try to convince Syl to change her mind. Shorty returned to his friends empty-handed just like the first one.
“Maybe I should be offended they ignored me, but I’m amused.”
“Don’t mind those losers. Let’s find a treat for you.” Sylvia squinted her eyes as she scanned the bar. 
“This just proves my theory. There’s little point in going the extra mile to put together this look if all I’ll get at the end of the night is a pair of sore feet.”
“I’m not done with you, missy.” 
Kay spotted the tall dark-haired man from a moment ago marching towards them, a purposeful expression on his wide brow, his deep-set black eyes zeroed in on their table. 
“I’d say they aren’t done with you,” she taunted Syl.
When the man got within hearing distance, Sylvia raised her hand. “Save it, pal. I’ve told your friends I’m not going clubbing with you.” 
“Those guys are morons. Please don’t mistake me for them. I mean no offense, ma’am, but I’m here to talk to your friend,” he explained as he held Kay’s gaze.
“None taken. Finally, a guy around here shows he’s got brains. Grab my seat. I’m going to the restroom and might not come back for a while.” Syl winked at Kay and the newcomer, then strolled away, ignoring Kay’s glare.
He placed Syl’s chair beside Kay, then offered his hand. “Greg Ambers.”
Kay shook it and replied, “Kay Montanaro.” 

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Friday, 19 January 2018

Saving Penny @the_ArielMarie #shifterlove #bbw #alphamale #wolf #paranormal #contemporary #romance #military #sinboxedset #kindleunlimited #ku #amazon

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Featuring New York Times, USA Today, and International bestselling authors, Sin & Seduction is a spicy, diverse collection of paranormal & contemporary, hetero & same sex romance reads designed to ignite fires of passion, love, and romance.

Bursting with sexy-as-sin heroes & devilish heroines, our titillating & romantic tales will seduce you and leave you craving more. Get ready for a passionate and exhilarating ride!

Warning: The Sin & Seduction authors suggest all readers ensure snacks and cool drinks are obtained before starting this collection. Once you start, you won't want to stop until the last page.



SPOTLIGHT on 
Ariel Marie ~~~ Saving Penny


Nothing will stop the Alpha in Drake from protecting Penny. 
This is the first in Ariel Marie's Imperial Knights series.


Drake’s eyes flew open as his body sprung into a sitting position on his bed. He looked around his dark bedroom and cursed.
That same damn dream.
He fell back against his plush pillows, staring at the ceiling, while breathing deep to try and catch his breath. His chest was slick with a thin film of sweat.
What the hell did it mean?
He’d had the dream for close to thirty years now, and suddenly, it was coming more frequently. It focused on him chasing after a penny, as if he was afraid of losing it. Some nights he was protecting it. Other nights, he possessed it and kept it locked away in a safe that was hidden in his home.
He was confused why his unconscious mind would be obsessed with a coin. He was worth a billion dollars, thanks to the family business that he ran with his two brothers. Business had been booming over the years, and between the three of them, they were worth a few billion dollars each.
So why a fucking penny?
Was his brain trying to tell him to save his money? Even if he went on crazy spending sprees or outlandish vacations, he would never be able to spend the fortune he had accumulated over the years. Because of the dream, he’d made sure that he and his brothers made smart investments in their business and with their money.
The sound of a phone ringing filled the air. Reaching over to his nightstand to grab his cell phone, saw his secretary, Cynthia Potts’ name flash across the glass screen.
“Cynthia, what time is it?” he growled into the phone. From the absence of light coming through the windows, he knew it was still dark outside. He wasn’t sure if it was officially the early hours of the morning or the middle of the night.
“Don’t growl at me, young man,” Cynthia’s chipper voice greeted him. “You pay me good money to deal with you. It’s time to get up. You have a ton of meetings today, and one of them is with the Secretary of State.”
He ran a hand across his face. Every night he had the dream, he always woke up feeling like shit and drained of energy. He threw his blankets off and swung his feet around to the floor.
“You still didn’t answer my question,” he stated. He knew that his secretary was tough as nails and took no shit, which was why they got along so well. Anyone who worked for him could not be a pussy. Cynthia had been with him for twenty years, and she could hang with the toughest of men. Most of the office personnel tiptoed around her for fear of her wrath.
“Don’t start with me, Drake. Just know it’s time for you to get up. Go for your run and get your ass to the office.” A click followed, signaling her disconnecting the call.
He chuckled to himself as he stood and walked over to his closet. She was the only person in the world that would be able to get away with talking to him like that. Good secretaries were hard to find, especially those who could keep secrets, such as her knowing that her boss was a fierce wolf shifter. 

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Wednesday, 17 January 2018

Ethereal Protector #MidWeekTease

You won't want to miss Sin & Seduction. This boxed set is smoking hot.

Bursting with sexy-as-sin heroes & devilish heroines, our titillating & romantic tales will seduce you and leave you craving more. Get ready for a passionate and exhilarating ride!
Warning: The Sin & Seduction authors suggest all readers ensure snacks and cool drinks are obtained before starting this collection. Once you start, you won't want to stop until the last page. Please read responsibly.

You can get it now for only 99 cents (going up to $2.99) on Amazon or in Kindle Unlimited.

Ethereal Protector is the story of Summer, a reincarnation of a witch burned at the stake, attending University in Salem. With her comes Geoffrey, the ghost of the man who loved that ancestor.

Here's a tease!
Summer strolled through the woods, plucking flowers and leaves. She plopped them into her basket, next to a folded blanket. When covering her harvest, it looked like she was gathering strawberries, the only fruit out this early. She worried less now that she had an acceptable purpose. No one seemed to understand why she collected the inner back of hazels and willows, why she cut hellebore and mint and chamomile. Most thought she was up to something nefarious, something demonic. It couldn’t be less ethereal, rather it was intimately earthy.
After bringing her harvest home, she set her basket on her counter and began to boil water. Her drying racks came out next and she spread out her haul for preparation.
Her door burst open and she jumped, a handful of bark falling into the boiling water. Damn, she’d wanted to add that slowly.
“Mary, help me.”
Summer hurried to the man carrying his son. It didn’t occur to her that he’d called her by another name. “Here,” she said, pulling a trundle out from under table. Charles set his son, Geoffrey, down on the hard surface. She would have to get him moved once she’d finished her examination.
“This is the same sickness?” she asked, peeling back one of Geoffrey’s eyelids to peer into his eyes. They were bloodshot, but otherwise normal.
“Yes, this infernal disease doesn’t want to leave him. He fell down again.”
Summer nodded. “Take him to my bed,” she said when she’d finished checking him over.
Charles picked the sick boy up. He wasn’t a boy so much as a young man, and his father grunted under the weight. Summer cleared the way and then closed the bedroom door on her patient.
“How can I pay you?” Charles asked.
Summer waved him off. “Don’t talk about that. Just keep this quiet, very quiet.” There had been whispers around town and the last thing she needed was to be connected to witches.
“Of course. I won’t mention it again. Let me know if there is anything you need.”
Summer looked over her kitchen. “Cloth. I need linens.”
Charles smiled and his shoulders dropped. She expected he felt relieved to have something to offer her. “I will get you yards of it. Thank you, Mary.”
“Now shoo. I don’t want any rumors about you in my house.” Infidelity was less violently punished than consorting with the Devil, but by a slim margin.
The boy groaned as Summer stirred her boiling water. Cup in hand, she scooped up tea, and then whispered prayers over it, infusing it with her own soul. “Here, Geoffrey. Drink and sleep.”

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Monday, 15 January 2018

The Secret of Site G @ElviraBathory #shifterlove #bbw #alphamale #shapeshifter #paranormal #contemporary #romance #military #mermaid #centaur #sinboxedset #kindleunlimited #ku #amazon

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Featuring New York Times, USA Today, and International bestselling authors, Sin & Seduction is a spicy, diverse collection of paranormal & contemporary, hetero & same sex romance reads designed to ignite fires of passion, love, and romance.

Bursting with sexy-as-sin heroes & devilish heroines, our titillating & romantic tales will seduce you and leave you craving more. Get ready for a passionate and exhilarating ride!

Warning: The Sin & Seduction authors suggest all readers ensure snacks and cool drinks are obtained before starting this collection. Once you start, you won't want to stop until the last page.



SPOTLIGHT on 
Elvira Bathory ~~~ Vampire's Seduction


A mermaid and a centaur hooking up? Damn!
There's always something original when you read Elvira Bathory.



Arabella Rossi woke feeling groggier than she could ever remember feeling, with her head pounding harder than she had ever known possible. The last thing she could remember was having a drink with her best friend Lachlan Storm at the School of Spirits, the local watering hole but she didn’t remember getting that drunk.
She opened her eyes and was met with the harsh glare of unforgiving light which caused the pain in her head to intensify, Ouch! Did someone get the license plate of the dolphin that fucking hit me?
As Arabella moved her right hand to rub the back of her neck in an attempt to ease some of the pain, she was met with resistance. Discovering that her hands were bound behind her back caused her to panic and instantly become fully aware.
Where the Hells am I? And, bigger concern, what the fuck do they want from me? Arabella frantically thought.
She wasn’t sure why she was convinced that it was a they that had captured her, but Arabella had learned a long time ago not to ignore her instincts. She knew she needed to get a better look at her surroundings, maybe get a clue as to where she was being held, but the tidal wave of pain that had taken up residence in her head wasn’t slowing down.
She heard footsteps approaching and fear made her heart race. Arabella closed her eyes until they were only open a slit, appearing to be sleeping to the casual onlooker. She attempted to calm her breathing while trying to locate the source of the sound against the onslaught of the fluorescent lights.
Who are these people?
Trying to find a door or a window, Arabella discretely searched the room but only found white empty walls. There was some sort of system that was pumping air into the room because the small hairs on the back of her neck moved slightly in a cool breeze. A quick glance showed a small metal vent above her head. The witty mermaid supposed a trip through the ventilation system would be a quick escape if nothing else presented itself.
Oh shit! Lachlan was right! My curiosity is going to get me killed. Quite possibly sooner than he anticipated. Lachlan had warned me not to get too near the shore on Arcadia Beach today; pleading with me that he didn’t have a good feeling about it. I should have listened to his warning, listened to his instincts as I listen to my own. But I couldn’t help it! I just love playing with that little girl. And she expects me to come to the shoreline when she is on the beach, Arabella thought as she continued to search the blank walls through the slit she had made of her eyes.
It was a fight to slow her breathing as everything went silent as a tomb. Arabella strained her ears, listening for some sort of sound, anything other than her own terrified breaths, but she heard nothing. The silence itself almost became as loud as the water moving through the East Australian Current.
Arabella concentrated on her breathing for a few minutes, trying to prevent hyperventilation, finally reaching a level of calmness by lying to herself; It’s only my imagination working overtime. Waking up in a small, windowless room with my hands tied behind my back has caused me to hear things that aren’t really there. Slow, deep breaths, girl. In and out.
Just as her breathing had returned to normal and her heartbeat had slowed, those supposedly non-existent footsteps sounded again. They were closer than the first time Arabella had heard them and her heart leapt into her throat while she tried to determine just how close they actually were.
“Yes, that’s fine. Just make sure he doesn’t have a chance to escape again. I’d really hate to watch you take the same path of your predecessor.”
The voice on the other side of the wall was that of a woman and carried an authoritative tone, “No! I said…Oh, never mind. Let me see to our newest guest and ensure that she is in one piece. I know how overzealous your recovery team can get.”
As she heard a click and a sliding sound, Arabella forced her eyes open against the sting of the fluorescent lights; causing her headache to protest in earnest. As a rectangle of the wall slid open, disappearing neatly into the wall, they hid the door inside the wall. There isn’t a knob or handle so there must be a special way of opening it. I have to hand it to these guys, they know how to discourage their prisoners.
Arabella wanted to face her captor without showing her fear, there were no amount of lies that she could tell herself to convince her otherwise when she could feel the fear coursing through her body like the electric current from an eel. Although she was afraid, she refused to give her captors the satisfaction of seeing her cowering in the corner she was undoubtedly in. As the door swung open wider, Arabella sat up as straight as the ropes tightly binding her wrists would allow.
The woman who walked into the tiny room wasn’t very tall, standing at about five foot four, and she was wearing a gray-tailored suit with a white dress shirt, complete with black low-heeled loafers. Her raven black hair was cut boy short and slicked back. It didn’t appear as though the woman was trying to look masculine,  only that she needed to dress like that to gain respect from the persons she was in charge of. Despite the suit, loafers and slicked back hair cut so short, or perhaps because of it all, she was a lovely sight to behold. Add in her creamy skin tone and Arabella found the woman quite striking, and knew her attire meant she would be all business.

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Friday, 12 January 2018

Get ready for a passionate and exhilarating ride! #giveaway #shifterlove #bbw #alphamale #shapeshifter #paranormal #contemporary #romance #military #cowboys #sinboxedset #kindleunlimited #ku #amazon #RPBP

Sin & Seduction
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Featuring New York Times, USA Today, and International bestselling authors, Sin & Seduction is a spicy, diverse collection of paranormal & contemporary, hetero & same sex romance reads designed to ignite fires of passion, love, and romance.

Bursting with sexy-as-sin heroes & devilish heroines, our titillating & romantic tales will seduce you and leave you craving more. Get ready for a passionate and exhilarating ride!

Warning: The Sin & Seduction authors suggest all readers ensure snacks and cool drinks are obtained before starting this collection. Once you start, you won't want to stop until the last page. 
Please read responsibly.

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Thursday, 11 January 2018

Made Maleen: A Modern Twist on a Fairy Tale @JeanneStJames #shifterlove #bbw #alphamale #shapeshifter #paranormal #contemporary #romance #military #cowboys #sinboxedset #kindleunlimited #ku #amazon

Sin & Seduction

A Limited Edition Spicy Paranormal

&

Contemporary Romance Collection

Get ready for a passionate and exhilarating ride!
$0.99 limited time pre-order special! Regular price 2.99
Available in Kindle Unlimited
An Amazon Exclusive

Featuring New York Times, USA Today, and International bestselling authors, Sin & Seduction is a spicy, diverse collection of paranormal & contemporary, hetero & same sex romance reads designed to ignite fires of passion, love, and romance.

Bursting with sexy-as-sin heroes & devilish heroines, our titillating & romantic tales will seduce you and leave you craving more. Get ready for a passionate and exhilarating ride!

Warning: The Sin & Seduction authors suggest all readers ensure snacks and cool drinks are obtained before starting this collection. Once you start, you won't want to stop until the last page.



SPOTLIGHT on 
Jeanne St. James ~~~ Made Maleen


Two former high school sweethearts, Cow-boy and Princess, turn the heat back on.


 With the two drinks in hand, he went back to stand in front of her. She plucked her glass out of his fingers and swallowed a healthy mouthful.
Needing to touch her, hold her, he settled next to her on the old couch with the ugly 1970s pattern. His apartment and furniture were an embarrassment. But he’d decided to bring her here anyway to be completely honest with her about his situation. Which was that he was barely squeaking by. From what he knew, she had become a successful stock broker in New York City. He couldn’t compete with rich, successful men who wore expensive business suits, drank Johnny Walker Blue, drove fancy sports cars, and owned vacation houses at the shore.
He only had himself to offer.
Laying a hand on her knee, he squeezed. He wanted to do nothing more right now than pick her up, throw her on his bed, and make her climax over and over until the break of dawn. To give himself to her completely.
After emptying the contents of his glass, he reached for hers, setting it on the floor. He slid his hand along her jawline and into her hair, encouraging her closer. She didn’t fight him and her mouth parted slightly, the scent of cola and whiskey on her breath.
Licking along her bottom lip, he tasted the sweetness, before sucking it in between his teeth, nibbling gently, and with a final soft nip, he sealed their mouths together, deepening the kiss.
Last night he simply wanted to hold her, but she had wanted more. Tonight, he was the one asking for more. He wanted everything.
“I need to be inside you, Princess,” he murmured against her succulent lips. “I need to be a part of you.”
She moaned, the sound making his cock swell. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes. I want you too.”
His erection impatiently pressed against his jeans, ready to dive deep into her wet heat once again. But this was more than sex. More than a fuck. He wanted to make love to her, feel the connection they had last night. Hell, fourteen years ago.
“Cow-Boy…”
“Yeah?”
“Take me to bed,” came her husky answer.
She didn’t have to ask twice. He stood, pulled her into his arms, and then threw her over his shoulder. She squealed and laughed as he hauled her across the room and tossed her onto the bed. She landed dead center, bouncing a couple times before stretching sexily before him.
“This is a lot softer than a pile of hay or the floor.”
“Only the best for you, Princess,” he teased.
She released a throaty laugh, one that turned him on from his head to his toes. He ripped off his clothes and within seconds, stood at the end of the bed, naked as the day he was born.
“Where’s your hat, Cow-Boy?”
He lifted a wait-a-minute finger and he grabbed an old, worn cowboy hat out of the only closet in the place. The same one he wore back in the day. He smacked it against his bare thigh and then placed it on his head, tipping it down as he stalked back over to the bed.
“That’s my Cow-Boy,” she whispered. She sat up and pulled the tight V-neck sweater she wore over her head. She whipped it at him and it landed softly at his feet.
With a sensual smile, he leaned over the foot of the bed to tug her old cowboy boots off and then watched as she lifted her hips and shoved her jeans down her thighs. He grabbed the bottoms of her pant legs, helping to get rid of the offending denim. And then she laid there in matching blood-red lacy panties and bra. The color went perfectly with the dark brown of her hair and her lightly tanned skin. He could stare at her forever. But his cock disagreed.
He fisted himself, his gaze sweeping down her body. From her long hair spread out like a cloud around her head to the delicate length of her neck, the curve of her shoulder, the swell of her breasts peeking out from her bra, the soft roundness of her belly, to her narrow waist widening into those luscious hips. Her legs were long and lean, like a runner’s.
“You just gonna look and not touch, Cow-Boy?”
“No, ma’am,” he groaned, his accent strong. He climbed onto the end of the bed and onto his knees to move up her body until he straddled her thighs.
“Save a horse. Ride a cowboy,” she said with a big smile.
Bray thickened the twang in his accent. He put a finger to the brim of his hat and tipped his head. “Happy to oblige, Princess.”
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Wednesday, 10 January 2018

#MidWeekTease 2018! Time to get back to teasing

Apologies for the holiday hiatus. I see I wasn't the only one to take a winter break, but hopefully more of us will return over the weeks to come. I'm switching to snippets of Old Flame Burns Again, which just released in December as a stand-alone title. It was previously in a Valentine's boxed set.

Setup: Diane and Ben are celebrating Valentine's Day when Diane's college roommate, and one time lesbian lover, turns up and opens a door none of them had considered before.

A little left out, I listened to the ladies reminisce and update each other on acquaintances I didn’t know. I learned that Lisa was seeing Mark. They were still exclusive and she expected this trip to Montreal, and a shared hotel room, might be their first step toward something permanent.
"I swear, he's more of a prude than you, Diane."
I felt my skin flush and Diane tittered nervously. Lisa was quick to notice but unsure what to say. "I mean... he'll probably want to wait till we're married, too."
Diane let out another nervous laugh.
Lisa's expression fell. "That's assuming he ever wants to marry me."
"Lisa?" Diane asked, worry creasing her brow. "Did something happen?"
She brightened, but I sensed it was forced. "No, just an inconvenient coincidence."
"I'm sure that's what it is," I told her. "He'd be nuts not to snap up someone like you. I'm surprised you aren't married already." I put my hand on hers and she smiled at me. Even so, she sighed, pushing away her empty plate.
"He's right, Lisa," Diane agreed.
"That's exactly why I proposed to Di. I wasn't about to risk missing my chance." I took my wife's hand across the table, stroking my thumb over her ring.
Diane squeezed Lisa's free hand and we all relaxed a little into our chairs.
“Well, Diane always had better luck than I did.”
“It’s not luck,” I told her. “It’s knowing when you have something and fighting for it. I knew if I pressed her on my proposal, she’d say no. But if I waited, let her think it over while I showed her what we’d lose if she didn’t accept, I could have a wife that would be the envy of any man.” I squeezed her hand beneath mine. “You are a good woman and a good man will recognize that.” I sat back and finished my wine. “If this Mark can’t figure that out, you’ll find someone that does.”
“Thanks, Ben. I think he sees it. I know I do. We’d be really good together, but something is holding him off.” She sighed and shook her hair, brown curls swaying. “I should get going and let you get back to your romantic date.”
“There’s no rush.” I waved away the waiter who was probably about to try bringing the bill.
“None at all,” Diane insisted. “You are a welcome part of our romance.” Red flooded her cheeks as she realized what she’d just said.
I laughed and Lisa joined me. “Oh, Di, do you think I could?” she teased. “Just hop right in?”
“That’s not what I meant,” she muttered, not meeting Lisa’s gaze or mine.
“Well, on that happy thought, I will definitely leave you to your romance. Di? Would you be available for coffee tomorrow? I’m staying at the Hilton and can meet any time.”
“What about your conference?” Her brow creased in concern.
Lisa waved a hand, dismissing the thought. “I’ll skip whatever session is on then. I’d much rather chat with you.”
I shifted as the ladies regarded one another. Something in that gaze hinted at their deeper relationship, a need to be with one another. I knew first-hand the predicament that arose when Di and I wanted to avoid public displays of affection.
Lisa rose. “I really should get going.”
Di jumped up and hugged her friend again. Just like the gaze, I knew this hug held more in it than the first. They weren’t feeling each other up, but I could see how much they enjoyed holding one another.

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