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Patience © August 2012 by Willsin Rowe and Katie Salidas

Excerpt

He turned, drilling his steel-gray eyes into mine. “You regret last night, don’t you?”
“Last night...” I bit down on my burgeoning smile. “Well, I’ve certainly done smarter things than seduce a co-worker.”
“The way I see it, I seduced you.”
“Such is my skill, young man.” I couldn’t suppress my smile this time. “No, it wasn’t my smartest move, but I certainly don’t regret it. Anyway, I thought you boys compartmentalized everything.”
He slipped his hand onto my thigh. “How can I when you’re right here?”
I bit my lip and squeezed my legs together. “Stop…” It was barely a whisper, not convincing at all. He had such big hands they were impossible to ignore. Especially sliding up my leg like that.
I clamped my hand over his. “No, Edan. We have to get back to the office. We have another pitch tomorrow.”
He dug his fingers in, a needless show of strength. With a puff of disgust he pulled back and turned away. “Fine. Then maybe tomorrow you’ll let me drive.” He shucked out another mint and ground it to death.
“Oh, act your fucking age, Edan.” Jesus. I sound like I’m his mother. I started the car and mashed out my frustration on the gas pedal.
We drove back in man-made silence. Before I’d even turned off the engine Edan had his door open, ready to storm upstairs and broadcast our failure. To distance himself from the stink of it. I curled my fingers around his arm.
“Wait.”
He pulled loose from my tenuous grasp and flounced out of the car. I turned off the engine and rushed after him, my clattering heels echoing off the concrete ceiling of the parking garage.
“Edan, stop!”
The touch of my hand on his shoulder seemed to calm him a little. He stopped and let me turn him around. I felt like his mother again as I pressed him back against the wall. In my heels I was almost eye-to-eye with him. Or would be, if he’d look at me.
“You still have so much to learn, boy.”
“Don’t call me boy. I’m 24 years old.”
“In every way possible.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. Look, we need to present a united front. Yes, we probably lost the pitch. But those people up there rely on me, and now you, to bring business in. They need to believe in us.”
“Then untie the apron strings! Let me take more control.”
I rested my hand against his chest. Even through the thick wool of his suit, I fancied I could feel the heat of his skin, and I nearly lost my train of thought. “This is not the time for that discussion, Edan.”
“It never is.”
“Stop. I mean it, this is not the time. We need to radiate calm, give off a positive vibe. Can you do that?”
He shook his head and puffed out a resigned chuckle. Finally his cool eyes met mine. “Maybe. What’s it worth to you?”
The warmth of his hand was all too real as he cupped the fullness of my breast through my blouse. I’d been so focused on his eyes I hadn’t seen him move. My breath tripped up as he squeezed my hardening nipple.
“Edan…” The simple urgency of my own voice sounded like a betrayal. With my hand over his I rested my head on his chest, just to take the weight off my untrustworthy knees. With my eyes closed and the heat of his body against me it was easy to forget he was born the year I finished school.
Suddenly he was all hands and breath, all heat and muscle, and lord, did it feel good. I clutched at his belt for balance and he pushed his mouth onto mine.


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Patience © August 2012 by Willsin Rowe and Katie Salidas

Excerpt

He turned, drilling his steel-gray eyes into mine. “You regret last night, don’t you?”
“Last night...” I bit down on my burgeoning smile. “Well, I’ve certainly done smarter things than seduce a co-worker.”
“The way I see it, I seduced you.”
“Such is my skill, young man.” I couldn’t suppress my smile this time. “No, it wasn’t my smartest move, but I certainly don’t regret it. Anyway, I thought you boys compartmentalized everything.”
He slipped his hand onto my thigh. “How can I when you’re right here?”
I bit my lip and squeezed my legs together. “Stop…” It was barely a whisper, not convincing at all. He had such big hands they were impossible to ignore. Especially sliding up my leg like that.
I clamped my hand over his. “No, Edan. We have to get back to the office. We have another pitch tomorrow.”
He dug his fingers in, a needless show of strength. With a puff of disgust he pulled back and turned away. “Fine. Then maybe tomorrow you’ll let me drive.” He shucked out another mint and ground it to death.
“Oh, act your fucking age, Edan.” Jesus. I sound like I’m his mother. I started the car and mashed out my frustration on the gas pedal.
We drove back in man-made silence. Before I’d even turned off the engine Edan had his door open, ready to storm upstairs and broadcast our failure. To distance himself from the stink of it. I curled my fingers around his arm.
“Wait.”
He pulled loose from my tenuous grasp and flounced out of the car. I turned off the engine and rushed after him, my clattering heels echoing off the concrete ceiling of the parking garage.
“Edan, stop!”
The touch of my hand on his shoulder seemed to calm him a little. He stopped and let me turn him around. I felt like his mother again as I pressed him back against the wall. In my heels I was almost eye-to-eye with him. Or would be, if he’d look at me.
“You still have so much to learn, boy.”
“Don’t call me boy. I’m 24 years old.”
“In every way possible.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. Look, we need to present a united front. Yes, we probably lost the pitch. But those people up there rely on me, and now you, to bring business in. They need to believe in us.”
“Then untie the apron strings! Let me take more control.”
I rested my hand against his chest. Even through the thick wool of his suit, I fancied I could feel the heat of his skin, and I nearly lost my train of thought. “This is not the time for that discussion, Edan.”
“It never is.”
“Stop. I mean it, this is not the time. We need to radiate calm, give off a positive vibe. Can you do that?”
He shook his head and puffed out a resigned chuckle. Finally his cool eyes met mine. “Maybe. What’s it worth to you?”
The warmth of his hand was all too real as he cupped the fullness of my breast through my blouse. I’d been so focused on his eyes I hadn’t seen him move. My breath tripped up as he squeezed my hardening nipple.
“Edan…” The simple urgency of my own voice sounded like a betrayal. With my hand over his I rested my head on his chest, just to take the weight off my untrustworthy knees. With my eyes closed and the heat of his body against me it was easy to forget he was born the year I finished school.
Suddenly he was all hands and breath, all heat and muscle, and lord, did it feel good. I clutched at his belt for balance and he pushed his mouth onto mine.


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House of Immortal Pleasures
Copyright © 2010 by Katie Salidas

This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial
sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.


Daphne gulped and stood to accept his outstretched hand. “Where are we going?” her voice cracked, giving away her nervousness.
“Don’t sound so frightened. We aren’t going far. I have one more thing in store for you.”
He put his arm around her, enjoying the way she fit next to his body, and walked her into a private bathroom.
He turned on a soft light, casting a dim glow on the room, and walked to a large, jetted tub in the corner before turning on the faucet.
Just like the fantasy room, this one had been decorated in the same standard romantic theme. Candles lined the tiled walls on shelves. A musky smell filled the room, a mixture of various perfumes. The cream-colored tile floor was covered by deep cherry-colored rugs that matched the colors used in the adjoining bedroom.
Daphne took a seat on a teak bench against the wall as Connor filled the tub.
“I thought we might freshen up a little.” Connor motioned for her to enter the tub with him. He added scented oils to the water that smelled heavenly; a beautiful fragrance of ocean sprays, like the coast at night. Daphne sat down and leaned her head back on the edge.
 The triangular tub was large enough to accommodate a few people, having three seats with jets. Connor entered after Daphne and picked up a soap and sponge.
“Just relax and let me lavish more affection on you,” he whispered, positioning himself between Daphne’s knees.
“You are too good to be true, Connor,” she purred.
He drizzled water slowly on her chest, watching as it beaded and ran between her breasts.
Daphne sighed, her body relaxing into the tub. She closed her eyes as he glided the sponge across her sensitive skin. Her nipples hardened into tiny nubs, and Connor ached to touch them. He couldn’t resist. Bending down, he nipped one nub as his hand worked in circular motions, creating a creamy lather of soap on her wet skin.
Lifting his head, he enjoyed the look of ecstasy on her face. Bringing the sponge lower, he grazed the sensitive folds between her legs. He lingered there for a moment, watching her smile widen, listening for the soft purring sounds she made, as he gently tickled her with the edge of the sponge. After a moment Connor decided he would rather use his hands and feel her warmth again.
He leaned closer and reached across her to place the sponge on the edge of the tub. The tip of his ready cock grazed her soft skin, sending an electric current of pleasure through his body. Need slammed into him. He wanted to take her again that very moment.
Connor breathed slowly, pushing aside his own desire. He traced a line down between her breasts, past her navel, under the water. He bent his head again and tasted the soft flesh of her breasts as he slowly pushed his finger inside her folds.
She moaned softly and spread her legs wider.
He enjoyed her silky warmth clamping down on his finger. He curled and extended it, massaging her, stoking the fires of desire while lapping at beads of water dotting the hard peaks of her breasts.
“More,” she moaned, letting out tiny gasps of pleasure as he worked her body into another firestorm of delight. He knew every place she needed to be touched. He curled his finger at just the right angle to touch her most sensitive inner places. Her body tightened around him. Her stuttering breath told him he had almost brought her to the brink of another explosive climax. He stopped, not wanting to send her over the edge yet.

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#Free #FridayReads - House of Immortal Pleasures (Part 14)



House of Immortal Pleasures
Copyright © 2010 by Katie Salidas

This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial
sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.


Seconds, minutes, hours, might have passed. Time had no meaning as they cuddled in bed. Connor was at peace.
He caressed Daphne’s soft face, brushing away strands of hair that clung to her skin.
“How do you feel?” he asked, his voice no more than a whisper.
“Wonderful,” she purred. “Connor, you are too good to be true.” Daphne looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes. That endearing, crooked grin covered her face again, telling Connor she was truly satisfied. He found himself smiling as he gazed at her; he enjoyed this look on her face and found himself daydreaming, wanting to make sure she always looked this way.
“No, it is you who are too good. I’ve been in this place for so long, but never with someone I enjoyed spending time with. You are special, Daphne. You need to know this.”
Her cheeks flushed red. She turned burying her face in the pillows.
Connor reached out and guided her face back towards his. “I mean it. You are special.”
“And you are nothing like I expected,” she said. “I mean … because you’re a—”
“This wasn’t the life I had chosen for myself if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Then how’d you end up here?”
Connor watched her eyes trail down from his face. He knew she was looking at the collar, the sign of his imprisonment, locked tight around his neck.
He sucked in a deep breath. “I made a mistake … in the past, and have a debt to pay. The collar is a reminder of that.”
“Oh.” Her eyes grew wide as she pulled away.
“Please don’t let that tarnish this wonderful evening.” He reached out and stroked her hair again. “I am not a bad man. I was younger then, and had not been taught to control my … urges.”
Her eyes softened but she did not speak.
“I never meant to hurt anyone,” he said in almost a whisper. Guilt suddenly washed through him as the memory replayed in his mind. He saw Adrienne, hanging limply in his arms and suddenly remembered the taste of her blood, as if he had just drank it. She and Daphne shared a similar taste.
“What happened?” Daphne’s voice cracked as she spoke.
Connor hesitated, wondering how much of his past he should reveal. “I’ve taken a life.”
His words were met with an awkward silence. Daphne sat unnaturally still.
“Not a day goes by that I do not regret the mistake I’ve made,” he continued. “It’s why I have allowed myself to be humiliated, to serve here as a slave.”
Daphne nodded. “Interesting punishment for killing someone.”
“It is not a punishment because I took someone’s life.” Connor took a deep breath, trying to figure out how best to explain things to her. “I was almost caught. Vampires have a reputation to maintain with the public. Vampire law doesn’t look on the death of a human in the same way that human laws do. The council punished me for risking our reputation.”
Daphne’s eyes grew wide. He saw the sudden tensing of her body.
“I know that makes it sound worse. You have to remember, until vampires went public, we were able to kill freely if we chose to. Now that we are out in the public, getting caught killing is strictly forbidden.”
Daphne sucked in a breath and gulped.
“I’m not saying this to make you fear me. This is not how I think. I don’t want blood on my hands. I’m just letting you know how the council views things. I was never one to hunt and kill people. I, unlike many of my kind, am content to take sips here and there to sustain myself. I have only one death on my hands, and believe me, I have regretted it every day for the last ten years.”
“So, then why are you here?”
“Alexander was my maker. The council felt he should also be my warden. This place is his business so I must work here as his slave until he releases me.”
“But isn’t that dangerous…you’re around people all day, er …night?”
“Believe me when I say, I do not wish to hurt anyone.” He paused for a moment to take a calming breath. “This is a fitting punishment and serves to ensure I never make a mistake like that again.”
Daphne leaned in closing the distance between them. She put a comforting hand on his arm. “I believe you, Connor. Someone as good as you couldn’t possibly be bad.”
Gently, he pressed his lips to hers and felt the easing of her body as his kiss melted the momentary tension away. When he pulled back and sat up, he saw again the endearing, crooked grin spread wide across her face.
Connor’s eyes swept over her naked body lying uncovered, like a sacrificial offering on the bed. She glowed with a glistening sheen of sweat. Her perfect breasts, still full and perky, begged to be touched again. His body tightened with a fresh surge of arousal.
Daphne arched her back and stretched her arms out wide.
“You aren’t tired, are you?” Connor admired the view. “I hope you don’t think I am finished with you,” he said, his body taut and his arousal again plainly visible.
Daphne’s breath sounded as if it caught in her throat. Connor heard her heart speed up. She looked wide-eyed at him and sat up quickly. “How are you still able to…rise so soon after we have…?” Her cheeks flushed again. “You know.”
Her bashful smile warmed his blood. He cocked his head sideways, giving her a boyish grin that promised more. “I’m not bound to the same limitation as mortals. I can go all night if that’s what you want.” The sight of the color reddening her face was a delicious temptation. He leaned in again to plant a kiss on her sweet lips before rising and extending his hand to her. “Come, follow me.”

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 September 18th 2012 the fur will fly!

Moonlight
Katie Salidas

Good girls don’t wear fur, or fight over men, and they certainly don’t run around naked, howling at the moon.

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As a human unofficially mated to an Alpha werewolf, Fallon is being pressured to “become”...or be gone.

Her mate Aiden, the interim leader of the Olde Town Pack, is in a position that demands he either choose a wolf mate...or leave the pack forever. No matter how hot the sex with Fallon is, he can’t ignore centuries of tradition.

Become a wolf or not. If only the choice were that simple. Fallon’s options are further clouded by the overt presence of other females desperate to be the Alpha’s mate. And when these bitches get serious, it’s not just claws that come out. If Fallon wants to keep her man and take the title she’ll have to exert a little dominance of her own.




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#Free #FridayReads - House of Immortal Pleasures (Part 13)



House of Immortal Pleasures
Copyright © 2010 by Katie Salidas

This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial
sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.


Connor’s smile widened. In one smooth thrust, he claimed her body. Pleasure surged through him and he felt the echo of Daphne’s pleasure radiating in a wave from her. Connor let out a moan as her silky sheath tightened around him. His eyes never left hers as he filled her. She too miraculously kept her eyes open and held on to his gaze.
He stayed still for a moment, allowing her body to adjust to his girth. “You see how much pleasure you can bring a man,” Connor said. “Just the feel of you around me threatens to send me over the edge.”
He moved with slow strokes, enjoying the delicious pleasure of his cock gliding smoothly in and out of her fiery, silken sheath. Her body moved in perfect time with his, building into a hard pounding rhythm. Her body tightened around him, milking his hard length with each thrust.
Connor wanted to feel every inch of Daphne’s body caressing him. Each stroke became deeper. He wanted to be so totally entrenched in her body that neither of them would know where one left off and the other began.
He buried his head in her neck, his lips hunting for her throbbing pulse. He needed another taste of her. His body demanded it. Daphne arched her neck in offering to him, as if she too felt the same desire.
Without hesitation, he sank his teeth quickly into her neck, sending a rush of her honey-sweet blood into his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his back, nails grazing his skin as she held on. He groaned in ecstasy, thrusting even harder and faster; pistoning into her fiery body.
A hot rush enveloped his senses. His mouth flooded with the sweetened elixir. Connor gulped greedily, enjoying the rush of claiming her body and tasting her essence.
When Daphne moaned, Connor had to remind himself again to stop before he went too far.
He swept his tongue across the pinpricks on her neck and looked up to meet her open eyes. Orgasm rocketed through them and together they let out cries of pleasure loud enough for the whole house to hear.

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House of Immortal Pleasures
Copyright © 2010 by Katie Salidas

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sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.


Connor looked up from between her legs, enjoying the smile on Daphne’s face. Need still beat at him. His jeans were painfully tight; he could bear the constriction no longer. Removing them, he groaned with pleasure as his engorged dick sprang free, full and ready. Connor crawled slowly, purposefully, up the bed, like a stalking predator ready for the kill. He admired the sight of Daphne, still twitching with aftershocks from his skillful, ‘Tongue Lashing.’
Pressing his body against hers, he claimed her mouth again. Her thundering heart beat like a drum roll preceding the final act of his performance.
Connor pulled away and looked deep into her eyes. A glint of happiness sparkled there and he savored the fact that he was the one to give it to her.
“Daphne, I have never wanted a woman as I do you right now.” He meant these words; this was not the rehearsed speech of his trade and he wanted her to know this. She was special to him. Her injured soul had called out to him, and he wanted nothing more than to make her whole again. He could spend eternity lavishing affection on her if it took that long to make her believe she deserved it.
Her glassy, unfocused eyes met his. She was lost in a state of pure euphoria. He pressed the thickness of his hard cock against her thigh and watched the reaction on her face. She smiled serenely with that goofy, crooked grin he was beginning to love.
“I want you, Daphne. I need you.” He adjusted, pressing the tip of his engorged dick against her opening. Daphne was hot, wet and ready for him to claim.
“Take me,” she said softly.
Connor teased at her ready pussy with small thrusts, allowing only the swollen head of his cock to push inside.
Daphne lay ready, legs spread wide for him, but he sensed something was wrong. He studied her face. Her eyes were now closed tight, and her teeth were biting into her lower lip. Her hips rose slightly, moving closer to meet Connor’s. He pulled back denying her the feel of his cock.
She let out a small cry in protest but did not open her eyes to look at him. He sensed she still held back, that a part of her was still hiding from enjoying all he had to give.
“Daphne, open your eyes. Look at the desire you bring out in me.”

****

Daphne enjoyed all Connor had done to her tonight, but a lingering fear stuck in her mind. She could accept him claiming her body, a surprising feat she never thought she would be able to do. But she could not face him. A small part of her worried. What if she looked up and saw displeasure, boredom, or disgust in his eyes? She didn’t want to face the unhappy look that he might have at her lack of expertise. The look Ken had often given her. Connor was clearly a pro. He did things to her that made the earth move and caused her body to shatter into a million tiny fragments of pleasure. But what if she could not make him feel the same?
Connor bent down to her and placed another gentle kiss on her lips before whispering into her ear, “You bring me pleasure just by allowing me to be with you. I want you to see how wonderful you make me feel. Please open your eyes. Share this with me. This one simple act will send me over the boundaries of ecstasy.”
Oh God, he has all the right words. Could they really be true? Daphne fought against the fear. Her eyes cracked open. Slowly she looked up to his masculine chest and the thick collar around his neck. Her breath caught in her lungs as she inched her gaze up, past his neck to his gorgeous lips. A beautiful, content smile was on his face. She bit at her lip again and looked further up to finally meet his eyes.
He gazed lustily down at her. She felt the swollen tip of his cock again pressing gently against her opening. He nudged forward just enough to allow the tip to enter her.
She gasped a breath, blinked, and fought against the need to close her eyes.

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House of Immortal Pleasures
Copyright © 2010 by Katie Salidas

This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial
sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9

“Oh God!” She shuddered and convulsed, letting out a loud moaning cry. Her tight pussy clenched around his finger with her climax.
Hearing the pleasure he gave her filled Connor with a sense of deep satisfaction; but he was not done with her yet. This was just the first act.
Panting and twitching with tiny aftershocks, she slumped backwards on his chest.
Though his body demanded release as well, he would not give in. He had already indulged in her blood; sexual release would wait until he had given her more. Her needs were more important and he wanted to ensure her satisfaction first.
He scooted out from behind her, letting her fall back into the pillows. She looked at peace. With heavy-lidded eyes, she gazed up at him. An endearing, goofy, crooked grin covered her face.
“That was—”
He put a finger to her lips. “There is no need for words. The moans of your pleasure tell me all I need to know.” He bent down, replacing his finger with his lips.

****
The smoldering flames of her recently spent passion instantly reignited at the touch of his soft lips. As he claimed her mouth, Daphne felt the heat rising again. She would never have believed she could withstand such heat but somehow, her body ached for more.
His velvety tongue dipped into her mouth, coaxing hers to dance with his while he teased and explored.
Daphne felt his kiss alone could bring her to another climax; her body was his to command.
He left her mouth, trailing kisses down her neck to her breasts. She flushed with excitement. Daphne couldn’t believe she was allowing this to happen and was amazed that her subconscious wasn’t screaming at her to stop it. She didn’t want to stop it, she wanted more.
He nipped playfully at her hardened nipples, sending tiny shocks of white-hot pleasure shooting through her body.
Moisture pooled between her legs as she cooed and moaned for more.
He explored lower, his tongue swirling slowly on her sensitive skin. Connor traced every inch of her body, caressing, lapping, tickling; causing her blood to boil with desire for more.
So this is a Tongue Lashing.
 As if he were reading the thoughts straight from her mind, he sat up. Smiling wickedly, he removed her jeans. The rough denim material felt like sandpaper on her sensitized skin. He soothed the irritation with a gentle kiss as his hands reached to remove her panties now soaked with her pleasure. Connor quickly tossed them aside and bent his head to lap at the heat between her legs.
The moment his tongue caressed her overly sensitive clit, she bucked, letting out a loud cry. He swirled and caressed her pearl, writing invisible words of pleasure, composing symphonies of ecstasy, making her sing his praise. His strong hands grabbed hold of her hips as he plunged his tongue deep into her folds. Overcome with sensation, she reached out to find some anchor to cling to. Balling the sheets tight in her hands, Daphne rode the wave of pleasure he sent surging through her body.
What was his name? That asshole, who cheated on her? Daphne couldn’t remember any longer. He had never been so concerned with her pleasure. He had never done the things that Connor was doing to her. The memory of him faded, slowly replaced by this god of a man, commanding her body to feel each and every delight she had been denied.
Connor lapped and flicked, teasing her clit, causing her hot juices to flow freely from her heated core. One hand left her hips. Connor looked up catching Daphne’s eyes as he traced a finger down her belly, to her wet folds. Slowly, he dipped it into her wetness. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a long moan of satisfaction. He bent his head again to lap at her clit as he sent his finger deep inside her heat. She relished this new pleasurable sensation filling her, and allowed her hips to rock with his movements.
Writhing in a whirlwind of pure ecstasy, Daphne could barely form a coherent thought. He lapped at her cream as if wanting to savor every drop. One finger soon became two as he urged her body onward, toward climax. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. His tongue and his touch commanded her. She moaned, praising Connor’s name as he brought her to a second and more powerful climax.
Gasping for breath, Daphne lay panting, her heart beating wildly in her chest, her knuckles white from holding the bedsheets so tightly as the climax caused her to explode into a million pieces. 

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