The Royals of Dejunza #Extended Sneak Peek #UnofficialTitle

HEYYYYY!!! Long Time No Post LOL!

I came back with goodies! Here is an extended sneak peek of the book I am currently working on. So different for me and I am having such an amazing time writing this book! Paranormal Romance and I will be together for a long time! Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

WELCOME TO AELAYAH’s Sweet Spot! This scene is when Aelayah and Gyntry make their first encounter, at the Grand Opening of her bakery!

 

**Unedited/Subject to Change Copyright 2017 @DeshonDreamz

 

His need had his feet moving.

He reached the display, allowing his eyes to take in the assortment of cakes in front of him. Licking his lips, Gyntry reached and grabbed a cupcake off the display and looked at it for a moment before he pushed it into his mouth, not bothering to remove the wrapper as he allowed the smoothness of the icing to coat his taste buds.

“Ummmmm”, he heard come from behind him. He turned around with icing all over his face and in his beard, eyes wide with content and excitement. He continued to eat the cupcake while looking at the beautiful woman in front of him. She was distracting him from his task of eating as many cupcakes as he could. She was a welcomed distraction though.

“The opening is over”, Aelayah stated as she watched the man grab another cupcake off the display that she was shutting down. She didn’t mind him eating the cupcakes since she was planning to dispose of them but after dealing with Hyden, she didn’t have more room for bullshit. She wasn’t scared, for some reason she didn’t feel that the man would hurt her in any way, he just seemed to really like the cupcakes.

Aelayah’s thoughts slammed into her mind all at once. She placed a hand on her chest as she watched the man grab yet another cupcake, leaving just the wrappers on the counter. “Are you hungry? Homeless?”

Gyntry continued to grab cupcakes and stuff his face. Aelayah became annoyed when he ignored her but she remained patient. “Do you need real food? I could get you real food.”

Gyntry shrugged his shoulders as he finished the last cupcake his body could take. He grabbed a napkin from the side of the display and began to clean his face. Aelayah stood there with wide eyes, watching him clean his face as if what he’s done was in the norm for him.

“I appreciate it”, Gyntry mumbled as he grabbed the wrappers off the counter and placed them in the trash with the napkins he used to half clean his face.

He turned to walk out of the bakery.

“Whoa whoa whoa”. Aelayah exclaimed as she got in front of him to stop him. “You can’t just come in here, eat my cupcakes without paying for shit and just walk out! That’s rude as fuck!”

Gyntry looked down at Aelayah with a smirk on his face. “Rude?”

“Yes, rude! I worked hard as hell on those cupcakes and you just come in here and scarf down five and leave? Where they do that at?”

Gyntry licked his lips again. “You made those?”

Aelayah frowned. “Mothafucka”, she mumbled as she turned in a slow circle. ‘Aelayah’s Sweet Spot’… it’s my bakery! My opening and you telling me you dragged yo ass in here eating my cupcakes and you don’t even know who I am?”

Gyntry shrugged his shoulders before he began to walk around her.

Aelayah grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “Stop trying to leave! If you didn’t come in here with the intention of buying anything then what you just did is called stealing!”

Gyntry knew what stealing meant, it was something he was told to never do. “I didn’t take shit!”

Aelayah’s eyes ballooned. “What the fuck would you call what you just did? You didn’t ask! I don’t have shit green with a old ass man on it in my hand! You came in here and ate my products without paying!”

“You had them accessible to me so; I took what the fuck I wanted.”

“It’s called a display! You still have to pay for it asshole!”

Gyntry smiled. “You ain’t have no sign on that shit that said I had to pay. I would have read it because I can read!”

Aelayah wanted to punch this annoying, disrespectful…admittedly handsome as fuck man in his face. “You want a cookie for knowing how to read or some shit?” Her face was scrunched up in annoyance. “I can mothafuckin give you one, my dude!”

Gyntry walked closer to Aelayah, forcing her to take a step back until he had her pinned against the glass of the cookie display. He looked down at her, lowered dark eyes pulling her in as his face went from being slightly annoyed to visibly aroused. Aelayah was now scared.

“Look”, she whispered. “Just leave, I won’t call the police or anything. Just leave and don’t come back.”

Gyntry’s brows drew together as he reached out to touch her face, tucking his bottom lip into his mouth, his eyes grew darker as they moved over her lips. Aelayah was reaching to grab the roll pan that she had sitting on the side of them as he continued to move closer to her lips. Before they could connect, she moved swiftly, grabbing the roller and smashing it against Gyntry’s head. He moved back, grabbing his head and releasing a grunt. “What the fuck”, he groaned.

“Yeah, mothafucka”, Aelayah shouted as she jumped up and down, her small frame moving into defense mode. “I got something for that ass! You wanna come in here, eat my cupcakes and try to press up on me? I got yo ass!”

“You gotta chill!”

“I ain’t doing shit until you leave!”

Gyntry wasn’t really hurt, but he knew he had to reach to what seemed to be an attack on him. “You can’t hit people with shit!”

“The hell I can’t!”

“You hit me again and it’s gone be an issue.”

“There is already an issue! I want my got damn money for my cupcakes!”

Gyntry dropped his hand from his head. “Really? You hit me with that shit because you want money for your cupcakes?”

“You damn right! I was good in here, cleaning and prepping everything to be put away but you come in here clearly with the shits!”

“I just wanted whatever the hell smelled so good. I found this flyer on the light post down the street and followed the scent to this place. I can give you money for…”

“Wait”, Aelayah stated, a silly blush covering her face. “My deserts brought you here after all?”

Gyntry’s frown grew. “Fuck is you…”

“Okkkk”, Aelayah stated as she did a little dance. “My aroma been making moves down the block. I see you, girl!” This was her small celebration for herself.

Gyntry wanted to continue to be pissed but she was so damn cute to him. Since being on Earth, all he did was have sex. Sex he discovered that he enjoyed tremendously. “I wanna fuck you.”

Aelayah’s movements stopped as her eyes, filled with renewed annoyance, fell on his face. “What?”

“Sex. I’d like to have it with you.”

“Dude is you dumb? Get the hell out of my bakery and never come back!”

Gyntry frowned as he continued to rub his head. “What? Why?”

“What do you mean why? You on a losing streak right now and its best that you stop while I still have the mind to allow you to leave out of here! Now go!”

“What about my need to have sex with you?”

Aelayah felt her blood pressure rising. “My dude! You don’t even got four minutes like Avant had to get the fuck out of my bakery! Your need doesn’t have anything to do with me! Furthermore, it’s nothing alluring about blurting something like that out. But I wouldn’t expect more from your rude ass! Now, you got less than sixty seconds to get out of my place of business or I will have to call the police on yo weird ass. Get out!”

Gyntry stood stonic in his confused state. He didn’t understand why she was so upset with him, oblivious to the reaction that he was getting based off of his words and demeanor. He didn’t intend to be rude or anything of that sort, he just wanted to eat her cupcakes and have sex with her. Her. Just her.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a one hundred dollar bill. He sat it on the table in between them before he took a step back. He was quiet for a moment, looking her over, taking her in.

Attraction. That’s all it was, right Gyntry thought to himself. She was enticing just like every other earth woman. That’s all it was about, this weird tugging in the pit of his stomach that she cause. It was because of his need to mate with her. That was it.

“I want.” Gyntry stopped speaking to better arrange the words that were in his head. “ I would like to come back, if not for sex then at least for more of those”, he stated as he pointed at the cupcake display.

Aelayah was wondering if she was stuck in the Twilight Zone. “If and when you come back, I will call the police on you!”

Gyntry hated the sound of that so, without further delay he turned and walked out of the bakery.

 

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**Extended Scene From Crowned 3** Stone X Eryanna (Viewer Discretion Advised)

This is an extended version of what happened after Raheem received the resignation letter from Eryanna. Right after he advised her that he wanted her “down.”

 

Down.

Down was more than a direction. It was a position. The one Stone required that Eryanna be in. On her knees, her hands behind her back, her hair wild and free. Head down.

“Eryanna.” Stone walked behind her, feeling his presence, goose bumps formed all over her skin as he bent to pull her hands to the front of her so that he could bound her wrist with the silk scarf he found on her bed. “You turned in a request that I warned you not to turn in.”

Eryanna knew better than to reply. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement that rang loud and clear in her eyes. In the eyes on Stone, it was a betrayal in a sense. She didn’t mean for it to come off as such, she just knew it was time for them to part ways. She didn’t think this would be how her night ended. Back in his presence and under his control. She was down to just her panty and bra set, her nerves danced around in the pit of her stomach as her palms began to sweat.

“You literally did the exact opposite of what I asked you to do.

Eryanna kept her eyes down, most of her face covered by her hair.

He pulled the tie tighter, causing her to gasp and look up at him.

“Stand.”

Eryanna slowly did as she was told as he gripped the tie and walked her toward her bed. He stood her with her back to the bed as he stood in front of her. His eyes connected with hers, he knew she wanted to speak. He reached out and pushed her hair out of her face before he reached to undo her bra. “Speak.”

Eryanna swallowed. “I didn’t…it wasn’t anything against you.”

Stone frowned as he stopped moving. “It was a direct move against me and my office.”

“But my intent…”

Eryanna stopped speaking when he reached out to grasp her panties in his hand. She swallowed. “I didn’t mean for you to be offended.”

In one swift move, her panties were ripped from her body, causing her to yelp before Stone grabbed her hands and put them above her head. “Grab the rail.”

Eryanna looked up, seeing that the railing of her reach. She looked back at him with pleading eyes. “Perm…permission to speak.”

“Granted.”

His voice always made her nervous. Deep. Controlled. Levelled. Too got damn sexy.

“It wasn’t like you’re taking it…”

Stone gave her statement no regard. “Grab the rail.”

Eryanna went to speak again until she was lifted into the air. She grabbed the rail with both hands before she looked down at Stone. “Please Stone.”

He gripped her thighs in his hands and lifted them so that they sat on her shoulder and her pussy was in his face. He stepped forward, inhaling the scent of her before his tongue snaked out of his mouth to sample her.

Eryanna was already having a hard time keeping her hands on the rail.

Stone gripped her ass and pushed her pussy into his face as he devoured her, smacking her ass when her legs began to shake prematurely. He removed his tongue from her. “Why are you shaking?”

Eryanna released a breath and braced herself. “I wasn’t going to cum without permission.”

“Then why?”

“It feels good. I…I don’t know.”

Stone frowned as he moved back from her. He allowed her legs down so that she could stand on the bed. “Don’t move.”

Eryanna stood there, trying to get her heart to calm down, trying to keep her eyes on him but when Stone told her not to move, she knew better than to do so.

Stone went into her closet and grabbed a belt. Testing it against his hand before he returned to Eryanna. “I bet not feel your thighs shake against my face, Eryanna.”

Eryanna glanced at the belt, then back at Stone, nodding her understanding. “Hold the rail, legs up.”

Eryanna grabbed the railing tighter and pulled her legs up as Stone guided them to rest on his broad shoulders before he returned to feasting on her. His tongue drove into her before he moved it back out to pay special attention to her clit before he repeated the action. Eryanna’s head fell back as she moaned, fighting against the urge to grind her pussy into Stone’s face.

“Permis-”

“Denied.”

Eryanna gripped the railing tighter as her thighs began to shake. She knew it was coming but she still wasn’t prepared for it. The sting of the belt against her thigh made her yelp as she pulled up in the railing. “Stoneeeeeeeeeee!”

She couldn’t control her legs. Not with his tongue on her.

Whop!

“Uggghhhhh fuckkkkk!”

Whop!

“Please sir!”

Her arms weren’t tired at all because all of her weight was on him. “Permission! Permission please!”

“Denied.”

“I can’t, Stone! Please! Please let me cum! I need! I need permission.”

He removed his tongue from her, allowing her to feel a moment of relief before he placed two fingers inside of her. Eryanna’s eyes went wide as she took in a deep breath. As soon as she felt like she couldn’t take any more, Stone began to do a come here motion with his fingers planted deep inside of her.

Whop!

The sting of his belt only made her need for release just that greater.

Her head fell back.

Her stomach caved.

Her back bent.

Her world… rocked.

“PERMISSION!” Eryanna screamed with her eyes closed tight.

Stone let a beat pass before he spoke. “Granted.”

Eryanna came hard. Her entire body quaked as he held her hands slipped from the railing but Stone continued to hold her upright as her body jerked in midair.

“Uggghhhhhhhhhhh”, Eryanna groaned as her arms came down and her body spiraled into ecstasy.

Stone watched her with content in his heart. He was far from done with her.

“Grab the railing.”

Eryanna could barely register his words as her body endured aftershocks of her orgasm.

“Grab it now!”

Eryanna grabbed the railing and watched as he allowed her weak legs to slide off his shoulder so that she could stand. He removed his clothes and produced a condom which he slid onto his dick. Stone was very well endowed. It was too much to handle, too much to take. But Eryanna wasn’t fool enough to reject him.

“What you did was a direct insult to me. Even if that wasn’t your intent, that’s how I took it. So, how does one handle that type of thing, Eryanna. Surely I can’t allow it to slide.”

Eryanna didn’t trust her lips to form words so she just stood there heaving, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she made attempt after attempt to catch her breath.

“Up.”

Eryanna gripped the railing, feeling herself being lifted in the air once again. Only this time she was lower, leveled with Stone so that his dick met her entrance.

Without hesitation, he slid into her, gripping her thighs in a hook around his arms as he began to move into her.

Shuddered breathes left Eryanna with each stroke as her eyes lowered to meet his.

“I’m declining the transfer.”

Eryanna closed her eyes as he began to slam into her, gripping her thighs tighter as his arms flexed, his hips twisted, hitting her at an angle that caused her to yelp before she moaned deep within her throat.

“You work for me!”

“Yes”, Eryanna screamed as he began to ram into her at the speed of a piston. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“You belong to me!”

“Uggghhhhh fuck!”

“Look at me!”

Eryanna brought her eyes to his, looking at him through her hair that was now sticking to her face. Eryanna’s mouth dropped open before she bit down hard on her lower lip.

“Perm-”

“Already, Stoner? I just got in you.”

Stoner was the most conflicting thing he could call her. It was an insult and a term of endearment all in one. As he explained it, Stoner because you stay high and as your boss, knowing that I should fire you. Stoner also because your mine. You belong to Stone. Property of Stone. Mine.

Stone looked into her eyes. “Mine.”

“Please Stone! Permission.”

“Denied.”

Her hands slipped from the rail, she was falling back but her orgasm was so strong that she couldn’t catch herself. Her breathing seemed to slow. Everything happened so fast that it literally had her delusional.

Her tongue seemed thick in her mouth, she couldn’t speak.

Her ears rang.

Before she knew it…she was screaming his name at the top of her lungs.

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Release Day Ramblings.- Never Sleep On Yourself!

Good Morning!

I woke up…torn.

Part of me was extremely excited because my 12th book releases today. But the other side of me, the more dominate half was in deep thought.

I was thinking. Hmmm, 12 books. 12.

None of them have hit number one or the top five on the charts for that matter.

For some reason, you’re overlooked and underrated.

You’ve been writing for three years and you still have not reached the title of best seller. For some reason, you can’t grab it. You can’t claim it. Nothing that you’ve done has worked.

You gave hood love.

You gave mushy love.

You gave romance

Drama.

Sex.

Unrealistic.

You’ve touched on social issues.

You’ve literally hit this writing thing at every angle and you have yet to get to where you want to be.

That fact…is slightly depressing.

What do you have to do, Deshon?

What can you do?

When you are literally giving your all to the thing that you love and it seems as if that thing will never fully return its appreciation.

I’m a single mother, I work a full-time job and I’m a writer.

I stretch myself to the point of exhaustion most times to meet mental deadlines that I have set for myself.

But even with all that, I never half step. I’m never mediocre in my writing. Nothing with me is ever typical. Nothing. I am not anywhere near the perfect writing but I take my time thinking through plots. I become my characters. I live and breathe my writing. I’m one with pen.

So…why?

Why am I constantly missing the mark?

I have no idea.

But…I don’t care to dwell on it.

This blog post will be as far as this pity party goes. I refuse to limit myself due to others not recognizing the talent that I have. I know this gift it GOD given so it will eventually make room for me.

It’s 100000000% ok to know that you are dope at what you do. I don’t think anyone is doing something that they love, just to be wack at it. I know I’m not wack! My pen has never let me down.

I mean…whole plots have been stolen and tried to be replicated. Someone is reading. *sips tea*

I’ve been writing for a very long time. I feel it is the most evolutionary matter of expression for me.

I’ve struggled my entire life. Been through things that I will never openly discuss. Been through things that hurt me to even think about. Been betrayed in a way that would break even the strongest of people. I refuse to give up. I don’t have room to.

With anything in life, I always push through. Somehow, I keep a smile on my face.

Even with this industry and writing, I have things done and said to me that was meant to literally break me. I can admit to having a sensitive nature, being subdued and laid back. That’s how I’ve always been. Just me, my pen and my paper. Writing thoughts that should have been spoken out loud but I was never bold enough to get that done.

I’m layered.

A hybrid of love and uncertainty.

A Poet & Activist

A Painter & Procrastinator

I can admit that.

My heart lives on my fingertips. Literally pays rent there.

I’m a mess.

But I’m passionate and I love hard. Writing is the love of my life and it keeps getting sidetracked by side bitches and pimps.

I’m a prostitute. Selling myself short for a namesake who could care less where this first love developed or where it gave me my first kiss. Does not matter what I want to say, long as it’s along the line of the masses.

I could never.

I tried fitting in for a while in high school, sir. That shit didn’t work.

I will never knock a hustle. What people want to do and say is solely on them. I can’t tell anyone how to love a passion. I wouldn’t dare.

But…always do what you want. What your heart wants. What love wants.

So….

As I wait for my book to go live, I want to leave with this.

Don’t allow people to run over you.

Speak up. You can’t go your entire life allowing things to happen because you’re passive.

Your passion is to be taken seriously by anyone that will have a part of that.

In making your passion your paycheck, never adjust the way you look at your passion. Never allow it to be “just a check” because you will fall out of love.

Be a boss.

Be bold.

If you want to do something, go for it.

Most of the time when I speak…I’m just encouraging myself. A lot of you guys missed #MotivationMonday

I think it’s fitting to post it here.

If ever you find yourself needing validation. Search self first. God dwells in you. His strength is accessible to you. Dig within self and realize how amazing you are. Look at what you’ve been through. Look at what you’ve endured. Then glance in the mirror and see how flawless you are honey. You are a diamond. You have been put through the fire. Pressed and pressured. You have endured. You have encountered some things that would break even the strongest of beings and my GOD...you are still breathtaking. What is your trick? How do you do it? It’s that inner peace. That inner GOD. That inner being that knows your worth, even when you doubt it.

Another human being…could never validate you the way that GOD can. Never. Your worth is put in place by GOD…not man.

Love Yourz. – Dreamz #MotivationMonday

Good Morning, #DreamzTeam. Be AMAZING!

 

Love you guys! Hopefully Crowned 3 will be available soon.!

XOXO Dreamz

 

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Well…I guess I was wrong. COMING 7/11/2017 Synopsis Reveal!

Soooooo……..

 

Looks like there will be a Crowned 3 after all. My last blog post literally said that there would not be one LOL. But, I most times than any find myself giving my readers what they want. I’m like that in life period. You show me that you love me genuinely, that you rock with me and is willing to be down for whatever? I will show you that same regard.

 

This book is an EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER! Like…seriously the most emotional book that I have ever penned. To me. Let me say that, to me it is because it just pulls out every stop when it comes to love, communication, and commitment. Loving something so much that you are willing to do just about anything for it. It doesn’t matter what the cost of that thing is. Doesn’t matter who it may hurt in the end, you just have to have it. Regardless of anything. It’s a blessing and a curse to love something that much! It’s a matter of being selfish, even while love someone. Its these small moments of wanting to have everything and still somehow keep love afloat. Some people are able to do that. Others? Not so much!

 

Synopsis:

In the finale of Crowned: The Return of a Savage, you find yourself tossed into a world wind of love, life, and emotions. These things tie in together to create a dramatic ending to what seemed to be a fairytale beginning.

Cole is balancing leaving behind his position as a contract killer who lived a life void of emotions to the transition of fatherhood. The role is foreign to him so he finds himself struggling to get his feet planted. Will the struggle he faces revert him back to the thing that he knows, leaving behind the love of his life and their unborn child? Nacobi is trapped in the battle of her life. Due to complications from her pregnancy, her relationship with Cole is suffering in a way that has her fearing for the future. Will their relationship survive its most daring test to date?

Ashura is finally finding happiness within herself and her marriage. She loves her husband and their daughter. She sees the light at the end of the tunnel after enduring all that she did in her first marriage. But when her husband begins to keep long nights, she starts to wonder if the love story she had been feeding her heart were just lies sugarcoated to portray love. Anthony is torn between what he knows is right and the life that his heart makes him believes that he desires. His sudden role as husband and father has him missing his old life. A life of freedom and suspense. He craves it. Needs it. But at what cost?

In every being, there is a savage…waiting to be tampered with.

 

 

COMING 7/11/2017

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AIN’T NO CROWNED 3!- Signed Management!

I’m just gone leave this right here and let the title deal with itself.

Unedited/Copywritten @DeshonDreamz

Ashura is returning to work but not in the way that we would expect.

Ashura placed a kiss on Zaire’s cheek before she stood up out of the car to look at Anthony. He was pouting and though he was a grown man that should not be pouting at all, Ashura had to admit that it was cute on him.

“What time you plan on getting off and shit”, Anthony asked as he looked through the backseat mirror to check on Zaire before he turned his glare to his wife.

Ashura chuckled before she got on her tip toes to kiss him. “Babe, I’m just getting things back up and running, it’s going to take a minute for things to settle. My nights will be a little longer but I want you to be patient with me.”

Anthony huffed. “I get that shit but I mean- what’s a man to do when he be missing his wife and shit. Can you like ask someone else to handle the extra shit and you just focus on getting yall some cases to work.”

“It’s my second week at this firm”, Ashura mumbled.

“Trust me, I know. I don’t need you to tell me that shit. You still haven’t answered my question though.”

“I’ll try to wrap things up by ten tonight.”

“Ten!” Anthony didn’t like that sound of that. “Hell nah! Fuck that! Yo ass gone have that shit wrapped up by seven and Zaire and I will be out here waiting for you. She gone need some milk because you didn’t pump enough for you to stay here til ten.”

“But you can just…”

“I ain’t giving her none of that powder shit!”

“It’s formu…”

“Yup and you can keep that shit. My baby ain’t drinking that poison. Fuck kind of milk come in a powder form? Shit is not normal!”

“Babbbbeee…”

“Zaire gone need milk and I’m gone need some pussy, we’ll be back to get you at seven! Im about to go take Zaire to see my parents because ma been begging me to bring her by then we going back to the house to kick it and wait until six.”

Ashura inhaled before she shrugged. “Ok, whatever.”

She went to walk off but Anthony grabbed her. “When do you plan on meeting my parents?”

Ashura exhaled. “I don’t know when I’ll be ready.”

“You’re my wife and the mother of my child. I won’t be able to hold my mother off for too much longer, love. She wants to meet you.”

“Anthony, you know I-.”

“I know, I understand and I’ve been extremely patient. We’ve been married for almost a year, how long do you expect my family to wait to meet my wife?”

“They see Zaire.”

“And don’t know where she came from. Think I’m some hoe that’s making up a story of being married.”

Ashura’s head dropped before she looked back up at him. “Can you just…give me a minute or two. Like, I just need a little more time.”

“How much time?”

Ashura kissed Anthony. “I promise”, she mumbled, staring into his eyes. “I’ll meet them soon. I want to meet them you know that, it’s just that, it’s a big step for me.”

Anthony pulled her to him, accepting her arms as she wrapped them around his waist. He reached up, pushing her wild hair away from her face and kissing her deeply. “I understand. I always understand. Just…think about when so that I can get my mother off my back. She wants to meet you.”

Ashura consented. “Baby, I want to meet her to. I love you and I know that me meeting your parents has to happen sooner than later. I’m sorry that-!”

“Don’t start that shit, you always apologizing. I’ll handle my parents. You just focusing on getting as much work done as you can so that you’re outside and waiting for me at seven.”

With that, Anthony kissed Ashura and grabbed her ass as if they weren’t standing in the middle of busy downtown Dallas. “Don’t be in that bitch flirting with the paralegals like you did me.”

“I did not flirt with you. I was a professional. You on the other hand, start fucking the client that you were sent to kill.”

Anthony’s smile dropped. He hated when she talked about why he was in her life in the beginning. He never planned to hurt her, she knew that, yet she still decided to make jokes like this. “Ashura, I hate when you do that shit.”

Ashura threw her head back and laughed. “Calm down, Killa.”

“Ha-ha, very funny!”

“I love you!”

Anthony turned his head when she tried to kiss him which caused her to laugh and grab his face, forcing a kiss on him. “Stop being like that”, Ashura fussed.

“You need to stop bringing up old shit. I don’t like it and you know it.”

“Ok ok!”

“I was gone kill you but yo pussy was good. Good pussy saves lives.”

“Oh my God”, Ashura blushed as she pushed herself out of Anthony’s embrace. “Bye!”

“I love you”, Anthony stated through his laugh as he kissed her.

Anthony released her, giving her a smile as she adjusted her briefcase in her hand and walked up the stairs to the building that housed her new office.

Ashura decided that she didn’t want to run the firm this time; she would rather have a team around her, so that she could still focus on being a wife and a mother. It took a lot convincing when it came to Anthony allowing her to go back to work, she couldn’t even apply for a position until Zaire was six months. It didn’t take long for her to be offered a job and she flew back to work as soon as she could, still attempting to get into the swing of things.

Ashura walked up the stairs into the office building that she worked in with a smile on her face. This smiled wasn’t forced, it was genuine and she felt good.

She greeted the man at the security desk with a rushed good morning and nod before she took the elevator to her floor. She entered her office and placed her briefcase down taking her seat.

A knock on her door got her attention. She smiled when she saw one of the other partners, Vanessa Styles. THE Vanessa Styles, once her biggest competitor, now her co- worker.

Ashura waved her in.   “Good Morning!”

“Good Morning, Boo!” Vanessa greeted.

Vanessa was shocked as hell when the resume of Ashura Trenton came across her desk. She didn’t know what happened to her firm, didn’t care. She had made several attempts to get Ashura to join teams with her and was head over hills excited about that fact that she had finally joined forces. If she had learned anything about Ashura, it was that it was better to be with her than against her. “I know you don’t want to see my face this early but I just wanted to make sure you got the things I sent you.”

Ashura laughed before she nodded. “I did and its fine that your in here this early. I was just going to look over them.”

“No rush”, Vanessa stated. “I was just making sure you got them. How are you settling in?”

Ashura licked her lips. “I’m settling. I think I need to get used to use being on the same team.”

Vanessa folded her hands together in a praying manner. “Pretty please get used to it? I need you, girl! I need you here with me!”

Ashura laughed and waved her off. “I think I will settle just fine. No worries.”

“Listen”, Vanessa let out, “You single handedly almost killed this firm. Snatching everybody and they momma. I need you on my side. This firm is just as much mine as if is yours. I don’t care that I started it. Its yours as well. Got it?”

Ashura inhaled. “Got it.”

“Good.” Vanessa turned to leave before she stopped. “Oh um…your husband called and told me…”

“Oh my God”, Ashura exclaimed.

“…said that I am to kick you out of her at seven. So…yeah. We doing lunch?”

Ashura shook her head. “I can’t believe that man called you! Sure, we can do lunch!”

“Cool!”

Ashura laughed as Vanessa left, shaking her head at Anthony’s dramatics. She grabbed her phone off the desk and exhaled before dialing a number.”

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Ashura disconnected the call and placed her phone on her desk before she took in a breath. She had gotten everything in her parents’ old house disconnected. Anthony was handling the selling of the property because even though it had been years since they’d been gone, she knew she wasn’t ready for that. Ashura vowed that she would let go of past hurt. Hearing that the number was disconnected put a lot of things in perspective for her, they were gone and there was nothing that she could do about it.She glanced out of her office window, the sun shining bright in the sky, kissing her skin in a low caress. She would be ok. Eventually, she would be ok.

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Happiness For Big T.

This is a short scene that reflexes the moment that Big T is reunited with his family after his death. #BlackLivesMatter

 

Big T glanced around, almost confused as to how he got here. Then he remembered seeing his wife’s face before losing sight of life as he knew it. He stood in what seemed to be a long hallway, crisp white walls surrounding him. He looked behind him and saw nothing but darkness. A dark, shallow space that didn’t seem to have an ending at all. 
He frowned and placed his hand over his brow trying to see beyond the light that seemed to be blinding him. 
“They got a nigga”, he spoke in a low voice as he turned to look at the darkness behind him.
For some reason, it seemed more tempting to him. It felt more like what he had been experiencing since he lost his family.
Already, he missed Kwame and Jayda. He wanted to comfort Jayda because he could still hear her screams, echoing in his ears. He needed to let Kwame know that he would be good, after all, this he would be ok. But he wasn’t able to do any of that. 
Deciding that he would be better off in the darkness, he turned to go into it.
“Daddy?”
Big T looked into the darkness, hearing his baby girl call his name, causing a big smile to spread across his face. 
He turned back around, covering his brow to block the light again and he tried to look into it.
“Come this way, daddy!”
Big T squinted his eyes as his daughter’s voice floated through the air toward him. 
He couldn’t see her. “Gabrielle?” He called out, searching for his daughter. He began to walk toward the light. 
“I’m here, daddy”, Gabrielle stated as she ran, full speed toward her father, trying her hardest to get to him. She missed him so much! She’s been begging her mother to see him but she would always say that GOD wasn’t ready for him yet. Gabrielle was tired of that excuse. She just wanted to see her daddy! She was so thankful that GOD was finally ready for her daddy.
Ira heard her daughter calling out her father’s name and confusion clouded her thoughts as she watched her sprint into the direction of the unknown. The area where people who were new to heaven, had to make their decision to come to the light or fade into eternal darkness.
“Gabrielle, get back here”, she called out as her daughter ran full speed into the unknown.
“I gotta go get daddy, momma! Daddy’s here!”
Ira ran behind her daughter, moving past the people who were singing and dancing and trying to get to Gabrielle before she went too far.
Ira hit the corner and had the wind knocked out of her at the sight before her. 
There on his knees, holding their daughter in his arms, was the love of her life. She covered her mouth as tears gathered in her eyes. 
“Terrance?”
Big T looked up at his wife, as beautiful as the day that he laid eyes on her and smiled. “My Ira.”
“What are you doing here?” Ira asked as she ran to him.
Big T smiled as he pulled his wife into his arms. “I guess GOD was ready for a nigga.”
Ira shook her head. “You can’t talk like that up here?”
“I just said nigg-”
“But you can’t, you get sent away for things like that.”
Big T inhaled. “I definitely don’t want to get sent away.”
Ira smiled as more tears gathered in her eyes. “I can’t say that I’m not happy to see you, Terrance.”
“I love you, Ira!”
“I love you more, Terrance!”
“Oh daddy”, Gabrielle said as the entire family began to walk into the light. “Can you do that piggyback thing that you do? Oh, and can we sing together? Daddy, do you know how to sing? Momma doesn’t do well.”
Everything seemed right for Big T. Everything seemed…perfect.

 

 

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#TeaserTuesday “You Should Be Naked…” – Deshon Dreamz

Hey, Guys!!

This Teaser Tuesday is dedicated to the anthology that I will be apart of titled, “I Like My Kisses Down Low”. Super excited and honored to be a part of this book, alongside such amazing writers.

 

© Copywrite 2017 Deshon Dreamz, subject to change.

A Taste of the Control Freak…

 

“Six…Nine?”

Nina was slightly freaked out by the room number, but she quickly decided to push that feeling back into the pit of her stomach.

“Don’t be boring. Don’t be boring, lame Nina.” She coached herself before taking in a deep breath through her nostrils. She was a nervous wreck, that feeling being offset by her curiosity. More than anything else, she was tired of working as hard as she did as a child protective services caseworker for the city of Dallas and going home to do nothing but be dull. Not ever playing or enjoying the fruits of her labor. She was too young, a mere twenty- six, to be all work and no play. She wanted to get out, even if it was just to dance and sip on something strong. Maybe entertain someone of the opposite sex in hopes that she made herself presentable enough to get asked out on a date.

She gnawed on her bottom lip before she knocked on the door of the penthouse suite. Again, she pondered on the door number. “How is room sixty- nine all the way up here?”

Before she could dwell on it too long, the door of the room was swung open. The person on the other side of the door wore a mask, which made Nina frown.

“Ummm…”

The lady smiled behind her mask as her eyes roamed over Nina. Her mouth watered. Nina was thick as hell. Full breast that was begging to be released from behind the restraints of her cream dress that hung on to every curve of her full body to perfection. Nobu, the host of the evening, wanted to taste Nina. Every inch of her full-figured chocolate covered body. She could tell she was a first timer; she had on far too many clothes.

“Hey girl,” Nina greeted awkwardly. “I was um…looking for a coworker of mine. Her name is Angie; she invited me, told me to mention her name at the door.  I-I um…don’t know what time this thing started but she told me to get here at eleven. In my head I was like, why the fuck the party starts so late?” Nina laughed in her discomfort, “but ummm…nonetheless, here I am!” Nina licked her lips before tucking her bottom on into her mouth.

Not wanting to scare Nina off, Nobu removed her mask and smiled. Nina’s eyes danced around Nobu’s face, taking in her natural beauty.

“Your friend Angie is here”, Nobu supplied with a smirk.

“Oh, ok.” A frown covered Nina’s beautiful face. “So, can I um…come in or?”

Nobu inhaled. “I would love nothing for but for you to come inside but I want to make sure that you are clear on what kind of party this is.”

“Ummm ok.”

“Well, Nina. The first thing that I determined, which would make you stick out like a sore thumb is, you have on too many clothes.” Nobu smiled as Nina’s eyes rounded before she spoke, “Shit Nina. You should be naked.”

Nina drew back. “Bitch what?”

Nobu smiled harder. “You shouldn’t have on clothes.”

“But clearly, I do and clearly this ain’t my type of party sooooo, I’m out. Tell Angie freaky ass that I came, saw, and left!”

Nina went to storm off, but when she turned, she collided with a strong, solid chest. Her arms went out to try to grab him, but her footing slipped and she landed into the arms or Nobu. Something, she didn’t know what immediately, gave her complete comfort in her position. Yet, she straightened. Standing out of Nobu’s embrace as her eyes took in the man in front of her. He was tall, dark, and mysterious with the demeanor of a King. His eyes, tenebrous, long dreads escaped down his back, pulled into two tight braids. Ample lips and the scent radiating off of him was doing a number on Nina’s common sense. If his fine ass was going into this party, she wanted to be wherever he was going to be. She let her eyes move down him, taking in the fact that he was fully clothes, just as she was.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, love.”

Nina blinked. Hard. Not expecting a British accent to come out of the mouth of the chocolate specimen before her.

“I should not have been that close to you.”

Nina swallowed then nodded her head. “It’s fine. I was um…just leaving.”

Nobu watched the exchange between the two and saw this as an opportunity to keep Nina around long enough for her to be able to taste her.

“Nina”, Nobu spoke, voice seductively low, “Come inside. Keep your clothes on, I want you to be comfortable but I don’t want you to leave. This is Dom’s first time here too.”

Nina turned around to look at Nobu, she was a beautiful woman. Too beautiful to be real. Never in Nina’s life, had she felt any type of attraction to a woman, but she could admit that Nobu was beyond beautiful and attractive.

Dom stepped around both Nina and Nobu, glancing back at Nina and licking his lips before he entered the room. Nina’s eyes followed him; her body actually leaned to the side slightly so that her eyes did not lose their connection to him. Nobu released a chuckle as Nina straightened her stance and exhaled her shattered resistance.

“How about an icebreaker”, Nobu suggested.

Nina frowned. “A what?”

“Ice Breaker. Ask me anything you want to ask me and in turn, I get to do what I want to do.”

“What exactly is it that you want to do?” Nina didn’t hide her disorientation from her face.

“I think you are the cutest thing, Nina”, Nobu admitted. “Cute in your confusion and curiosity. I know that something inside of you wants to know what’s going on here. I am more than willing to tell you but if you do leave, I have to at least end the night with a taste of you.”

Nina swallowed, some of her inhibitions evaporating as she did so. “Ok, what is this place?”

Nobu smirked. “You have to first agree to my terms, Nina.”

“What do you want to taste, because I ain’t down for fucking. I mean, not that you’re not beautiful. I mean you are if I was a dude. I’d smash. But I don’t do girls.”

Nobu tilted her head to the side. “Have you ever been with a woman before?”

“No.”

“Then can you honestly say what you don’t do, Nina?”

Nina gave an askance look. “You know what, I’m out.”

Nobu reached for her, pulling her back to her then turning around to press Nina’s back against the door. Nina went to move, but her eyes connected with Nobu’s, hazel in color, with green trimming them, almost hypnotizing Nina.

“Don’t run, Nina. I promise to take care of you.”

Nina closed her eyes as Nobu’s hand moved up her thigh, pushing her coat out of the way before she stepped into her, bringing their bodies together. “You were invited because someone in your life believes that you aren’t living life to the fullest. Someone wants you to let loose, and enjoy yourself in a manner that you more than likely haven’t at this point. You want to know what this is about. It’s about inhibitions. It’s about doing something that you have never done and possibly will never do again. It’s about sex. It’s about orgasms, Nina.”

Nina felt her dress being lifted but she had no recollection of when her panties were pushed to the side. Nobu didn’t want to give Nina time to second guess what was about to happen to her. Her thoughts couldn’t get too far away or she would lose her. She refused to lose her.

“Nina, curious pussy”, Nobu practically moaned against Nina’s lips as she pressed her fingers against her clit. Nobu’s moans mixed in with Nina’s eyes her eyes lowered. “Curious pussy is the best pussy.”

She was wet. Nobu knew she would be. Rather Nina wanted to acknowledge it or not, her curiosity centered on far more than what was behind door number sixty- nine. “I knew you would be wet. I knew you were turned on. Why wouldn’t you tell me that your pussy was wet?”

Nina inhaled, trying to pull her eyes away from Nobu’s but she couldn’t. He felt as if she was under hypnosis, unable to control her body. Unable to fight the pull Nobu seemed to have over her, capturing her in her web in a manner of minutes. She was wet, too wet. Never in her life had she had this type of reaction to a woman. Never.

Nobu reached up with her free hand and ran her fingers through Nina’s hair, landing at the nap of her neck before her hand moved down to caress her breast. Nobu continued to press her fingers into Nina, which caused Nina to moan.

“Beyond this door, you care Control Freak. That’s how you will introduce yourself to people because that is what you are. But tonight Nina, you will do everything but in control. You will be control by me, you will do as I say and you will cum when I tell you to. You will submit to whoever else you are partnered with. You will do what is told of you. Do you understand, Control Freak?”

Nina nodded her head as her body began to tremble.“Open your mouth. Do we have an understanding, Control Freak?”

“Open your mouth. Do we have an understanding, Control Freak?”

Again, Nina nodded her head, but she added a yes into the mix. Nobu smiled as she pulled her fingers from Nina, lifting her fingers to place them at her lips before she stuck her tongue out to taste her. Nobu smiled at Nina’s bewildered expression. Nobu’s expression then turned serious as she gestured her head toward the door of the hotel room. “Please come inside so that I can see you cum. Even if I am not the one giving you orgasms tonight Nina, I want to see it happen. I want to see it happen time and time again. Please, come inside.”

Nina released a breath as her hands reached up to shuffle through her hair. She looked into Nobu’s eyes once more before she turned and grabbed the door knob to the room. “Fuck it”, she mumbled as she turned the knob.

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Ever fallen out of love with something you thought you couldn’t live without?

 

 

I honestly believe that every writer at one point or another reaches a milestone in their career. Rather its, a breaking point or a peak. Something happens to that writer that makes them take a step back and reevaluate what they are doing and who they are doing it for. I honestly believe that it’s a mental act that forces its way into the forefront in each passing moment. It starts as a small doubt, over something as simple as a title or a character’s name. Becomes bigger with each book, you began to second guess story lines, plots, flow, development. Everything that you write somehow becomes something that you choose to pick apart. Every single detail. Dissected in a manner that not even the best of surgeons would understand.

You never want to dwell here as a writer, and I’ve been in this place for about a year now.

 

Depression is real. Especially when you do something that you love, and you have to hate that thing to complete it. That’s not far. That’s not the way you live and love your dreamz. That’s the recipe for turning your love into a nightmare.

So….

This break will be from writing. I will not release any solo projects until my soul is together. I don’t know when that will be, but I will make sure that when I return to writing, that I love it again. Thank GOD, I haven’t written anything that I did not love. I would never release a book that I was not completely in love with. That’s not fair to you as a reader or me as a writer. The urban industry is full or heavy hitters. Women and men who have mastered that skill and have it on display for others to see. The “Urban Fiction” genre is the most competitive genre out right now. Not only does it make the competition in that genre hard. It has somehow taken over my first genre which is romance. There is not room for my pen on the charts. I don’t have a clear avenue to write in. I will always have to compete with Urban writers. Let’s not get this twisted; I love URBAN. I write it, and I enjoy writing it, but it’s not my first love. I did so much confine of myself and my pen to write urban that I feel as if I’m suffocating. Will I ever write urban again? HELL YES! I love writing it. But I need a break from it. A small break from it all. But.. a small little break never hurt anyone!

I do however….have a few releases before I go.

A few of y’all favs will be back this year…that’s all I will say. #Dassit

I love y’all!!!

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Will I Get To See You Soon??

Hey, guys!!!!! I have an event that is happening NEXT WEEK!!!!! When I tell you, I am not in any way form or fashion, prepared. Please believe me! I am having the hardest time getting my paperbacks together. I have a very limited amount of swag! My son is turning twelve on the first and he is literally like that broke best friend that always wants to spend and go places but never has money to pay for anything! SMH! But, nonetheless I’m excited and I would love to see you there.

Details of the event:

‼️‼️FREE EVENT! FREE EVENT!‼️‼️
Register to attend the first African American Book Expo on Eventbrite—-> https://goo.gl/TJbJka
Hope to see you there!

Some of you guys will be at the Dallas Meet & Greet as well! Here are the finalized details of that event!

I have a few other things that I plan to attend this year, but I am still getting my calendar together. I hope to meet you!!!

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The Ugly Duckling….

How They Met…

 

The Ugly Duckling….
Cole sat at the back of the classroom with his head in his book. He didn’t want to look up; he knew his eyes would automatically go to her.
Stacy Stendhal, most popular girl in school, also the most beautiful girl in school. His attraction to her was something he would never verbalize. He wasn’t in a position to and though he wanted nothing more, he knew girls like her would never go for a guy like him.
Against his better judgment, he pulled his eyes away from his book and looked up. His eyes rounded in surprise when he saw Stacy looking back up at him, smiling.
Cole was at the back of the class, so he knew there was nothing behind him but a wall, but he looked back, returning her smile with a crooked one of his own.
Her smile wavered slightly as she tucked her bottom lip into her mouth, licking her lips at Cole. His confusion settled on his face as his eyes bounced around the classroom, he wanted to be sure that he wasn’t imagining the entire encounter. Things seemed normal but Stacy Stendhal licking her lips and smiling at him was everything but normal.
Cole wasn’t used to getting the attention of girls in school; most times he was looked over for his lack of attraction. His acne riddled skin, bulky frame and more times than any baggy clothes, didn’t really add to his appeal. He lacked confidence due to the corrective braces, covering his teeth. He never had a girlfriend and was completely content with that, that was until Stacy transferred to his school two semesters ago.
The bell rang, indicating the dismissal of class and it wasn’t until this moment that Cole tore his eyes away from Stacy and stood to gather his belongings. His jacket, faded black, a size too big with holes in the pockets was his shield. It was a defense mechanism, something that he used to protect himself from the demons he subconsciously endured throughout the day.
“Hey Cole!”
Cole’s head snapped up, a crooked smile wobbling its way across his face. He struggled to find his voice. “Hi- um, hey Stacy!”
Stacy tilted her head to the side with a faux smile covering her face. “Cole, why are you always so quiet?”
Cole shrugged. “I don’t ever have anyone to talk to. No one ever talks to me.”
“Well”, Stacy spoke, brushing her long wavy hair over her shoulder, “You never make yourself available to talk. Why don’t you sit with me at lunch today?”
Cole slowed in his movements, shocked by Stacy’s statement. “Sit with you?”
“Sure, I don’t see an issue with that. That is unless you don’t want to.”
“No”, Cole interjected. “I would like that. Let’s um…we can go.”
Cole had nerves shooting through him at the rate of a piston, he never imagined being welcomed into Stacy’s personal space, hence him always keeping his distance.
They walked out of the classroom, gaining the eyes of others around them but Cole kept his head down as he moved silently beside Stacy.
Once they made it to the cafeteria, they got in line to get their lunch before taking a seat at the popular table. No one but the elite sat at this table and that fact, made Cole even more uneasy. He wasn’t supposed to be sitting here, yet against his better judgment, he sat his tray down, sitting beside Stacy.
“Ummmm”, Stacy’s friend and co- captain, Heidi stated with her face twisted, “Why is he sitting here? Why are you with him? What the hell is going on?”
“Chill”, Stacy pressed out, “He will be eating with us today.”
“Yeah, but why?”
That question gained Heidi a few chuckles from the others sitting at the table. Cole felt something tugging at his gut, promoting him to move, get himself out of this situation before it became more embarrassing, but it was Stacy. The Stacy. He couldn’t let this opportunity pass him by, he didn’t know when something like this would happen for him again.
He leaned over to get in Stacy’s ear. “I could sit at the other table. You can just come and talk to me after you finish talking to your friends.”
Stacy shook her head. “No, Cole. Stay here.”
Cole smiled and nodded. “So, what are you…”
“What the fuck?”
Cole along with everyone else at the table turned in time to see Phillip Grand, captain of the football team and Stacy’s rumored boyfriend, standing behind them with a mean mug on his face. His two flunkies, who seemed to be attached to his hip, stood beside him.
“Why are you at our table, Ugly Cole?”
“Don’t call him that”, Stacy defended.
Cole swallowed before he grabbed his tray. “It’s ok, I’ll just move.”
“Nah”, Phillip snapped as he pushed Cole’s tray off the table. “You wanna eat? Eat off the fucking floor!”
Stacy and Cole jumped up as the others laughed, Cole felt as if the walls around him were closing in. He moved to pick up his food from the floor when he felt himself get kicked in the back, causing his body to press the already ruined food between the ground and his t- shirt. By this point, the entire cafeteria was laughing.
Cole scrambled to get off the floor, feeling tears gather in his eyes as he slipped on a banana which caused him to lose the small amount of balance he had.
More laughter. More Pointing. More embarrassment.
“You a fucking coward!”
The laughter seemed to die down a little when Anthony Drake, somewhat of an outsider but far more popular than Cole, stepped into the face of Phillip. “He wasn’t doing shit to you.”
“What’s it to you”, Phillip snapped.
“Not shit”, Anthony supplied. “Stop fucking with him or we gone have a problem. Keep your girl out of his face if you gone get made when he around her. Cole don’t mess with no one. Hell, he half way talks. So, I know she approached him.” Anthony smiled and rubbed his chin. “You mean to tell me, you’re the big bad Quarterback and you can’t keep yo hoes in check?”
“Who you calling a hoe”, Stacy interjected, feeling her plot to make Phillip jealous, backfire.
“That owl!” Anthony answered. “Leave him alone”, Anthony stated as he pointed at Cole who was now standing and dusting food off his clothes. “Mess with him and that’s yo ass. I’ll fuck your hand off so bad that you will never know what it’s like to throw a college ball.”
Phillip swallowed his nerves as Anthony turned around.
“Once they were out of ear shot of everyone, Anthony turned to Cole. “If any of them fuck with you, let me know.”
Cole eyed Anthony suspiciously. “Why? You don’t even know me.”
“I know that you don’t mess with nobody, all yo nerdy ass do is take a million notes in them composition books.
Cole smirked, he was right.
“Come on, man. I got a clean shirt in my locker”, Anthony supplied with a nod of his head.
Cole returned that nod and followed behind Anthony, after a moment of silence, he spoke. “I’m Cole Remington.”
Anthony stopped walking. “Yeah, I know. I’m Anthony Drake.”
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