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#Dinah McLeod #Medaevil #Romance

consquredbridesad1Kidnapped and Claimed, by Dinah McLeod

When her husband’s repeated infidelities and drunken insults become too much to bear, Lady Cecily flees to her childhood home at Hohenzollern, but things quickly go from bad to worse and she is kidnapped from the castle stables only moments after her arrival. Cecily ignores her abductor’s warnings of ruin about to befall Hohenzollern and his claim that he took her from the castle only to keep her safe. She resists him every step of the way, until at last he spanks her long and hard. Despite his firm chastisement, it soon becomes clear to Cecily that her captor cares for her in a way her husband never did. But can she forgive him for stealing her from her home?

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#Conquered #Brides #Author Ashe Barker

The Conquered Brides Collection – Five sizzling stories of medieval abduction and seduction


Hi Mary, and thank you so much for inviting me over to your blog today. I understand you have a few questions you’d like to fire at me, about The Conquered Brides

Mary : Hi Ashe, and welcome. Thanks for dropping by. So, first things first – how did you get involved with The Conquered Brides project?

Ashe : I had an email from Renee Rose, quite out of the blue. I was surprised, and delighted. I adore Renee so I took no persuading to join the group of authors who would be pooling their efforts to write this collection. It was a first for me, to be collaborating with a bunch of others in this way so I was nervous about how it would all go, especially being the only Brit in the group. Everyone made me welcome though and it’s been a dream to work on.

Mary : So, tell us a little bit about The Conquered Brides

Ashe: Each of the five books in the set follow the story of a different lady of the Hohenzollern court. The castle, located in mediaeval Germany, is defeated after a gruelling siege. The women are abducted amidst the ensuing terror and chaos. They are taken as wives though rather than merely being the spoils of war, but whether that will be any better fate remains to be seen. You’d have to read the stories to know how it all pans out for them. Suffice it to say the lords who claim these reluctant brides are determined to compel their obedience, and if this involves applying a lot of bare bottom spanking so be it.

The stories can all be read as stand alones, but there is cross over between the books and they complement each other. They will be more enjoyable if read as a set.

Mary : So, what was the most challenging thing about writing for this collection. For you.

Ashe : The opening scenes were written by Korey Mae Johnson, and the rest of us selected a lady whose story we would tell, all going forward from those same events but in very different directions. Korey set the bar high. Her opening scenes are wonderful, and I was nervous about doing justice to the scenario she had created. I’m really happy with the way The Widow Is Mine, Lady Natalia and Stefan’s story turned out though.

Mary : What can you tell us about the other stories in the set?

Ashe : I’ve been lucky enough to read all the others, and they are wonderful. Hot, atmospheric, powerful stories with plenty of sizzle. It’s a privilege to work with such a talented group of erotic authors and I think the final result is stunning.

Mary : Is The Widow Is Mine your first novel to be published with Stormy Night?

Ashe : Yes and no. This was a new venture, with a new publisher. All very scary. And exciting. A steep learning curve as lots of processes would be new to me. I even had to worry about the IRS – I expect a lot of people do, but not usually on my side of the Atlantic. I’ve since released a separate book with Stormy Night though and that went really well so I feel like I’ve been here forever now.

Mary : Do you usually write historical erotica?

Ashe : I’ve written one historical before, a pirate story. I usually write contemporary stories with a strong BDSM twist, so this was a new departure in that respect too. However I studied history in the past, including English history of the Middle Ages. I’ve visited most of the medieval castles which still act as landmarks across the UK countryside, and several further afield too. I’m fascinated by this period so it was no hardship to do plenty of research to make sure details were accurate, for example around food, clothing, architecture, the geography of the period. I think it works.

Mary : Right. That’s the serious bit. Now tell us about the smut.

Ashe : Smut is serious too, at least to those of us who make what we like to think of as a living writing it. All five stories in The Conquered Brides offer all you could wish for in the way of spankings, both erotic and disciplinary. There’s plenty of ouch, and a lot of oooh as well.

In my own story, The Widow Is Mine, Lady Natalia has been married twice already and has no wish to take a third husband. She intends to become a nun, and is looking forward to a quiet life until events outside her control turn her world upside down. She is horrified when the duke of Richtenholst announces he has other plans for her. She’s to be his duchess, whether she likes it or not. Even while she is terrified of him, Natalia has to admit that the duke is the most exciting, charismatic man she has ever met. He’s kind too, and arouses her in ways she can barely understand – when he’s not punishing her bare bottom. But can she trust him with her most precious secret?

He spanks her, he fucks her, then he starts all over again. And despite her initial fears Natalia is astonished to find she loves all of it. Her new husband delivers a serious spanking and he’s a demon with a switch, but he has other ways to make her scream too. She soon learns that life as the duchess of Richtenholst has its compensations as well as its surprises.

Mary : Wow! Well, thanks for sharing that. You have a suitably hot excerpt for us I believe…?

Ashe : I do. And the blurb for the collection

Mary: Thank you for visiting my blog. The excerpt sounds hot!



Excerpt from The Widow Is Mine

“You have your five minutes. Use them well. And my lady, you are shortly to endure a hard spanking, my hand on your bare bottom. If you so much as think about repeating your escapade of yesterday I will take a switch to your arse. You really do not want that. Not on the first day of your married life.” He tips me a polite nod from the doorway, then ducks through the opening to leave me to my toilet.

I stare after him for a few moments, resenting the implied further threats. I have given my word, he had no need to reiterate the details of my predicament. Sulking will avail me nothing however. I shove back the blankets and leap into action. Or rather, I hobble. I extricate myself from the snug furs and perch on the side of the bed shivering. The December morning is chilly, despite the still warm stones making up the stove in the centre of this tent. I wonder, did the duke replenish them during the night? Or perhaps it was his servant, Karl. The servant I know I must face this morning too.

I get to my feet and try an experimental step forward. My ankle throbs, but it is bearable. My ribs trouble me hardly at all. I manage to make my way to the bucket closest to me and use it to do what is necessary. I would take it to empty outside but the duke ordered me to remain unclothed.

I comb my fingers through my hair, but with no looking glass available to me I cannot properly braid it. I draw it back into a loose, rough plait, but by now I feel sure my allotted time must be almost up. Modesty propels me to scramble back into bed and I curl up under the covers to wait.

The duke does not keep me waiting long. He re-enters the tent, halting just inside the doorway to regard me. His features bear an odd expression, somewhere between amusement and regret. But I detect no sign of a reprieve.

“Are you all right, my lady?”

I nod.

“Ready then?”

Again I nod, but not so fast this time. I know this is going to happen. There is no merit in drawing it out. But even so…

The duke strides over to the table and pulls out one of the chairs. He turns it to face the bed and seats himself upon it. His bare torso is glistening, droplets of water clearly visible on his skin, and his hair is darkened by the remaining damp. He must have completed his ablutions whilst outside.

“Stop cowering among the furs, Natalia, and get yourself over to me. Now.” His tone has hardened, and the temperature in the tent seems to me to drop.

I know better than to delay any longer. This is inevitable, and it is happening now. I slip from the bed and stand beside it, my weight balanced on my left leg. I cannot resist the urge to cross my arms in front of my chest.

The duke frowns. “You said you were able to walk.”

“Yes, my lord. A little.”

Despite my reply he stands and comes toward me. At his advance my courage fails me and I step back with a small, frightened squeak. I turn to face the wall, cowering, ready to plead for whatever mercy he might see fit to grant me.

He does not speak to me. Instead he places his hands on my shoulders and turns me to face him, then gathers my shivering form against his chest. He enfolds me in his arms, murmuring into my hair.

“Be still, little one, calm down. I mean you no harm.” His hand works large, soothing circles across my back, between my shoulder blades, then reaching lower, to my waist, my soon-to-be spanked bottom.

“My lord, please, I am sorry. Truly.” I am sobbing now, my tears moistening his chest.

He tightens his arms around me, pressing me against him. “Trust me, Natalia. I will take care of you. I would never injure you. This will soon be over.”

“But, I am so scared.”

“I know that, and I know you regret what you did.” He pauses, but continues the calming massage. After a few moments he continues. “I promise you I will be a firm husband to you, but a fair and loving one also. If you cannot bring yourself to accept your punishment now then we will leave it. I will not drag you, weeping and screaming across my knee. But I do want you to accept the discipline you have earned, and to learn from it. If not now, then soon. Can you do that, my lady?”

He does not press for my answer. He just holds me, and he waits.

At last, gulping, I succeed in mustering some semblance of control. And courage. And, incredibly, trust. His words have affected me, in particular his promise not to force his discipline upon me. He is asking me to willingly accept my fault and the consequences of it. I think, now, that I can.

“Very well, my lord. I am ready.”

He uses one hand to tip my chin up, meeting my gaze. He smiles at me, then dips his head to lay a soft kiss across my lips. He releases me from his solid embrace, then turns. He wraps his arm around me, taking my weight.

“I can see that your ankle pains you. Let me help.”

With his aid I make my way to the chair, where he retakes his seat.

“You will lay yourself across my lap, with your hands and feet on the floor.”

I gulp, brush the remaining tears from my face, and chew on my lip for a moment. Then I shuffle to his side. I adopt the position he has instructed, determined to quash my sense of humiliation that he has placed me in such an undignified posture. Sweet Jesu’, let this soon be done.

“That’s good, but could you lift your bottom up a little higher for me please?”

So polite. I have no option but to shift around until I am poised just as he wishes, my bottom raised for him to spank.

“That is fine. I will spank you until I feel you have had enough and I will decide when your punishment is complete. You can make as much noise as you like. I fully expect you to be somewhat vocal. But you are not to move until I tell you to. You will not lift your hands to try to protect your bottom, nor will you kick. You will remain in this position, quite still, until I am finished. Is that clear?”

“Yes, my lord.” I clench my buttocks, anticipating the first spank.

“Do you have any questions about why I am punishing you?”

He seems to be in no hurry to start. I whisper my response, desperate for this to be over. “No, my lord. I know it is because I disobeyed you.”

“Yes, that. And also because of the danger you put yourself in. I left you here to ensure you were safe. By leaving the security of my tent you placed yourself in peril. As your husband it is my responsibility to protect you, to ensure your safety. I will not permit you to compromise that, now or in the future. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir. I think so.”

“We will see. But for now…”


When the castle they called home is besieged and ultimately falls, five women are captured and carried off as wives by their foes. Will they be treated as no more than the spoils of war, or can their new lords prove themselves worthy of the love and submission of their conquered brides?


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Hi, Korey Mae Johnson, so happy to have you here today. I gotta say, I wish I was one of these Conquered Brides 😉 I love the cover ❤

Thanks so much for having me on your blog, Mary! I love to lurk here, so it’s so cool to take a spot! And because I’m really proud of the collection I’m part of (along with Renee Rose, Ashe Barker, Sue Lyndon, and Dinah McLeod), I’m on the edge of my seat simply needing to talk all about it

I’m going to admit that writing medieval fiction can be kind of scary—it’s sometimes hard to imagine what the world was like back then and we have so much that we use nowadays that they didn’t have back then. How they spoke, related to each other, carried themselves, mannered themselves, what they ate, what they sang, and even how they told stories was all so different. It’s not a world I think I would do very well in. I can’t even go without air conditioning and heat.

No air conditioning would definitely be a big problem for me!   By the way, I loved your story. I also love a heroine with a lot of sass and spunk. Susanna has both and, in this scene, gives Gerhard some grief which he handles well.

Here is an excerpt, of ‘Commanding the Princess‘.

“They’re hardly scraps. I gave you the best I could find,” he argued, even seeming stung. “Stop being a brat, princess. It’s less than becoming.”

She lifted her chin; she hadn’t been called a brat by anyone in her whole life. “I’m not a brat. I’m a princess,” she gritted.

“Not any more. Now stop acting like a child.” She had a feeling it wasn’t about the food anymore. He was trying to force her to do something just to show that he could, that he was the master, and that he could rule a princess.

She took a deep breath, but it did nothing to abate her anger. It only made her frustration simmer to a boiling point as he stood there, looking at her like she was being silly. “I am not acting like a child. You are acting like a deranged brute. It’s bad enough that you take my whole kingdom from me. My life. My friends. I’m not going to stand here and—” She picked up her cup of wine and threw it at him. Unfortunately, he ducked, but she never stopped her tirade. “—do what you tell me as if you’re my master! Bullying me like I’m a dog!” He stepped forward so she picked up a leg of roast chicken and threw that at him as well. That hit him in the forehead, despite his attempt to avoid it.

“Calm down!” he barked furiously, pointing his index finger toward her.

She didn’t listen. She couldn’t calm down; she was at the edge of her sanity, and slipping off the edge. “Treating me like a—a—!” She picked up the whole wooden plate and threw it, seeing it clip him in the shoulder and spill the extra food everywhere. “—child! I won’t have it!”

She continued throwing anything in arms’ reach at him, and then when she ran out, she turned to grab more things. She didn’t know why, but every time something cracked against him, the better she felt. It didn’t strike her that she was in any danger until he marched behind her, grabbed her elbow, and spun her around. He gave her a hard shake. “Stop this. Calm yourself, Susanna.”

She slapped him and enjoyed the resounding sound that echoed through the room. It didn’t quite seem enough to repay him for taking everything precious in her life away from her, but it was a start.

She didn’t regret it until she noticed that his face had become a glowering mask of rage. His lips were pursed, his jaw tight. “I have only one way I deal with tantrums, my lady,” he threatened, his voice a low rumble, but then he dropped his hand from her shoulders and began to remove his belt.

She blanched white and stepped back, her anger dissolving like mist and only fear remaining. She took a giant step backwards. “Don’t even think about it!” she growled.

“I’m done thinking about it,” he assured her, advancing just as quickly as she was retreating. “If you think this will give me joy, then…” he paused. “Actually, it will. Nothing is better than putting a spoiled child in her place, no matter how high she’s born.”

Her cheeks burned. “I am not a child.”

“The food wasted on the floor indicates otherwise,” he retorted, and then reached out to grab her arm.

Susanna was very used to be being treated like glass, so this was an awful lot to be taking in so suddenly. Her mother made sure her nursemaid or a servant held her hand whenever she went up and down the stairs in fear of her falling. Her food was sampled by a trusted taster before it ever reached her mouth in fear of sickness or poisoning, and not even her father had ever raised a hand to her. That’s what her whipping girl had been for—and she thought it worked because she had been good friends with the whipping girl until she was married outside of the kingdom. She studied and obeyed as well as she could back then to make sure that her friend wouldn’t get whipped.

That being the truth of things, Susanna had never felt so physically threatened in her life.

“Let go of me!” she cried, trying to jerk his grip off her arm. She began to fight him with all the strength she had in her. Eventually he had to come behind her and pin her arms up against her chest as he brought her over to the desk and sat down upon it.

“The more you struggle, the more I’ll enjoy this,” he told her warningly, trying to wrestle her down across his knees.



As the ruler of Hohenzollern Castle in name only, Susanna has watched helplessly for years as her power-hungry uncle made one enemy after another for her. One enemy stands out, and the moment she catches sight of him, Princess Susanna is certain that it will be Gerhard of Bavaria who brings her world down around her. As his army smashes through her gates, Susanna makes the only choice she has left. She surrenders herself to Gerhard, hoping to win mercy for her people, though she fears it will come at the cost of her life. But she soon learns that Gerhard has other plans for her, plans which may end with her surrendering much more than just her castle to him.


Awesome excerpt, Korey. Thanks for stopping by.

Conquered Brides is a collection of five full-length stories that happen at the same place, at the same time, and all begin at the same event. They’re completely different books, despite the fact that they’re all similar in theme. Though I think all of us definitely got into the medieval spirit. We were inspired by our book’s setting and we really took off, even though we didn’t write about historical people or events. We took the essence of history and made it our own, and therefore we were able to cast our worries aside and really get into our characters, and into their world through them.

And these books are hot, some more romance, some more erotica, and all of them are full of spankings. Which actually wasn’t too unlike the times. For all the scariness of historical novels, there’s definitely a freedom as well there… we get to write spankings without making excuses for it. Speaking for myself, that’s one of the reasons I was salivating at the opportunity to write a medieval book.

In contemporary novels, you have to address why a man would spank his wife and not end up in the back of a police car afterwards, thus killing the romance. I LOVE non-consensual spankings. I think the roughness of the encounter and the high emotions and the erotic humiliation factor is a huge factor in the hotness of the genre for me. I’m not saying non-consensual spanking is a great thing in real life in the contemporary age, but the idea of it is intriguing nonetheless and is what drives me in the genre.


 Publisher’s Note: The Conquered Brides contains spankings, sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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SUE LYNDON/ Conquering Lady Claire

consquredbridesad1Sue Lyndon’s here today sharing an excerpt of her newest release, Conquering Lady Claire. Her story is just one of the romances included in,  The Conquered Brides – a collection of 5 hot medieval spanking romances!

Hi Sue! I’m so happy to have you here today. I love strong commanding Knights and this collection has 5 we can drool over. <wicked grin>

Hi Mary. I’ve always found capture fantasies incredibly hot. The hero carries the heroine off against her will, and though she struggles against him she soon finds herself surrendering to his masterful lovemaking even as she fights her growing feelings for him. Romance ensues and even though they got off on the wrong foot, they eventually get their happily-ever-after. Ah, true love!

The medieval era is the perfect setting for this trope, so I was very excited to have the opportunity to write a story to be included in a collection of medieval spanking romance stories, each of which one woman after she’s been captured and taken from Hohenzollern Castle after it falls.

Conquering Lady Claire, by Sue Lyndon
As Hohenzollern Castle falls, mayhem unfolds around Lady Claire, and her only aim is to lead as many women and children of the castle to safety as possible. In an odd turn of fortune, her courageous efforts ultimately lead to her capture by none other than Lord Galien of Minrova, the very man that her brother, a powerful duke, recently commanded to find her and claim her as his wife. Claire’s defiance is quickly overcome by means of a firm hand applied to her bare bottom, but Galien is not content merely going through the motions of a political marriage. His skilled lovemaking soon leaves his new bride begging for more, but can he conquer her heart as well?


“No! I will not marry you today. Lord Galien, I implore you to reconsider.” Heart pounding a wild rhythm in her chest, Claire stopped in the center of the bailey and balked at the sight ahead.
A pale-faced Father David stood in front of the portcullis, watching as a huge knight approached with a woman flung over his shoulders. She flailed a bit and kicked up her skirts, and her long golden braid swayed with her struggles. The knight dropped her to her feet, and Claire recognized her as Lady Daisy, one of Princess Susanna’s ladies-in-waiting. Their marriage ceremony happened in a flash, with Father David only speaking to the knight.
The insufferable Lord Galien clasped Claire’s arm and urged her forward now that their turn had come. She tried to dig her heels into the ground, but his strength surpassed hers. By the time they reached Father David, he was practically carrying her. Her outraged cry drew a glance from Lady Daisy, who stared over her shoulder and gave Claire a compassionate look before her knight led her through the portcullis and outside the walls of Hohenzollern.
Lord Galien drew her up to his side and put his mouth to her ear. “Yes, my sweet Lady Claire. You will marry me today, and you will be sensible about it. We haven’t a choice. The only way I’m permitted to take you through the gates is if I take you as my bride, which I am fully prepared to do. Your brother commanded I marry you anyway, my dear. Today or a fortnight from now, the timing of our nuptials matters not.”
“It matters to me!” Panic filled her, and she looked ahead at Father David, meeting the elderly man’s sympathetic gaze. She tilted her head to Lord Galien. “If you make me do this now, on this very day, I will hate you forever.”
His dark eyes flashed with humor and he struggled to restrain a smile, his lips curving before he pressed them into a straight line. He obviously didn’t believe her, or mayhap he didn’t care whether or not she despised him. Flames of anger rose up, burning hot in the face of his indifference to her plight.
“As you just witnessed in the ceremony before ours, the ladies’ consent matters not on this day. But I wish you would be so sweet as to give it. In fact,” he said with a teasing, wistful air, “I dream of looking upon our wedding day with much fondness years from now and remembering my wife having kindly spoken her vows to me, perhaps as an endearing blush stained her cheeks.”
She released a sharp breath. “I suggest you shove your dreams up your arse, my lord, because that will never happen.”

I have a feeling Lady Claire will be standing in front of Father David nursing a sore bottom as she says her vows 😉

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Conquered Brides/Renee Rose.

consquredbridesad1Hi Renee, so happy to have you on my blog today. I read your story, ‘The Knight’s Seduction’ and fell in love with Barrett immediately. He was firm, sweet and loved his Lady Daisy.

Mary, thank you so much for having me here today!  I was lucky to be part of a new Medieval spanking romance box set with authors Sue Lyndon, Ashe Barker, Korey Mae Johnson and Dinah McLeod.  All the stories begin with the sacking of Hohenzollern Castle, when the heroines of the books are carried off by the conquering knights.  My story follows Lady Daisy, a young woman who suffered a terrible fate when her castle had been sacked years ago, and now is terrified to be with a man. Her new husband, has a very coaxing, yet still dominant way with her.  They strike a bargain–she must give her body over to his seduction and he will not consummate the marriage until she begs him for it. Certain she will never do such a thing, she agrees.

Here’s a scene with the two of them:

 She stood, wringing her hands as he shut the door. “Forgive me, Barrett—sir…my lord,” she tried again.

She saw a glimmer of a smile on his lips and her heart picked up speed. He pointed to the bed. “Bend over and lift your skirts.”

She walked, weak-kneed to the bed and folded her torso over the feather mattress. She could not figure out any way to lift her skirts with her wrists tied, but she made a show of attempting it so he would not think her disobedient.

“I’ll get them,” he said behind her.

She twisted to look over her shoulder and saw he carried a riding crop. Leaping back to her feet, she whirled. “Is-is that truly necessary? I mean, could you not bend me over your lap and use your hand as you did before?”

He tapped the crop in his palm. “I would love to, but it takes quite a bit more time to make an impression that way, and my brother needs me outside today.”

She shivered. I would love to. He probably did love spanking her. And yet he was not a cruel man. What could it mean?

He turned her and pushed her upper back down to lay on the bed, throwing her skirts up over her head. “Eight strokes for biting. You will count each one.” Before she had a chance to draw a breath, he delivered the first searing stroke.

She squealed and stood on her tiptoes, squeezing her bottom cheeks together, tucking her tail like a naughty dog.

“I asked you to count them,” he reminded her.

“One,” she gasped.

He landed another one. “One, sir,” he corrected.

“One, sir, two, sir,” she said quickly, hoping he hadn’t meant for her to repeat number one.

He chuckled. “I’ll let you get away with that just this once.” He brought the crop down again.

She gasped. A terrible burn from the first welt had begun to set in, even as the shock of the third ricocheted through her body. “Three, sir,” she managed.

“Good girl,” he murmured, though she did not know what merited the praise.

He sliced the crop through the air three times quickly, making her clamp her mouth closed on a scream. Without thinking, she started to scramble away, onto the bed.

“Daisy,” he said, keeping his voice low. “Back in position.”

“Four, five and six, sir,” she said as soon as she had caught her breath. Reluctantly, she pushed her legs back down to present her bottom for his chastisement. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“We’re almost finished,” he said, applying the cruel leather rod on a diagonal across her buttocks.

“Seven! Seven, sir.”

“One more.” He caught her on the underside of her buttocks, right where cheek met thigh.

She lifted to her toes again, sucking in her breath. It was three long beats before she could speak. “Eight, sir.”

“Thank you, Daisy,” he said, his voice soft and gentle.

This hot scene is just one of many in the Conquered Brides Collection! Thanks Renee for stopping by ❤ Love your cover 😉

 medievalboxset_reneeroseThe Knight’s Seduction by Renee Rose

Avowed to never again yield to a man’s ill-treatment, Lady Daisy stands ready to fight to the death when her castle is sacked. The imposing knight Sir Barrett has other ideas, however, and to her dismay, Daisy soon finds herself not only disarmed, but soundly spanked as well. Sir Barrett takes her as his captive bride, but when she shows real terror at the prospect of consummating their marriage, he offers her a bargain. She will offer her body to him and accept the pleasurable torments he inflicts, but he will not claim her fully until she aches for it so badly she begs him. Certain she will do no such thing, Daisy agrees, but can she resist the knight’s seduction?

Publisher’s Note: The Conquered Brides contains spankings, sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


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