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Welcome @AuthorHKCarlton to the blog with #FF anthology 'Ladies Only' #lesbian #romance

Welcome to the blog HK, 

 Hi Elodie! Thank you so much for having me back. I'm excited to share a bit about the Ladies Only Anthology with your readers today, featuring stories from Lucy Felthouse, Cari Z, Helena Maeve, RA Padmos and me, HKC! 
Ladies Only Anthology
Genre: contemporary lesbian erotic romance
Release Date: September 27
Publisher: Pride Publishing
With Stories From:
Lucy Felthouse - Window Dressing
RA Padmos - The Tiny Blue House
Cari Z - Worth a Shot
Helena Maeve - The Woman Next Door
H K Carlton - In the Flesh

 My (HK Carlton) contribution to the Antho is entitled In the Flesh. Here's the Summary: Working undercover, nothing is ever as it seems… Assigned the unenviable task of taking down the untouchable Travino crime family, undercover ATF Agent Kate Benson and her veteran partner Mike Pennington are thrown into the seedy underworld of organized crime. Kate is asked to draw on her past experience as a dancer and infiltrate one of Travino’s skin clubs, In the Flesh. Posing as Vivienne, Kate meets exotic dancer Carly. From the moment they first dance together, she can’t seem to keep her mind or her greedy hands off the dynamic dancer. Together they sizzle on stage and off. She soon realizes she’s falling for Carly but knows from past experience that beginning a relationship built on half-truths is a recipe for failure. As Kate attempts to straddle the line between doing her job and being as honest as she can be with Carly, while still maintaining her cover, Kate and Mike are caught snooping around the club after hours by none other than the mob boss himself. And Kate knows there’s not a two-step in the world that can save them now.


Here's a sneak peek... In the Flesh - H K Carlton 
 “Bring on Carly,” one guy shouted, inciting the horde into a steady chant. “Carly. Carly.” “My God.” Kate rolled her eyes. “Could they drag this out any more?” “I believe this is called fever pitch, baby.” The entire place plunged into darkness. A hush fell over the audience. Several seconds ticked by before the spotlight hit center stage. In the circular glow stood a woman with her back to the crowd, dressed in a navy croptop and high-cut leather shorts, barely covering her shapely bottom. Thigh-high black boots hugged long beautiful legs, spread wide in a provocative stance. Shrill whistles and lewd comments ensued, but Kate hardly noticed. A low hum of excitement began in her stomach. An obscure warble pulsed through the sound system. The dancer rolled her shoulder to the weird rhythm. It was a strange song. The beat seemed off for the kind of bump-and-grind expected. With an impressive one-eighty, Carly faced the crowd, dressed as a cop. What Kate had mistaken for a crop-top was, in fact, a standard blue, beat cop’s dress shirt, tied at the waist, giving a tantalizing view of her belly. Pinned to one breast pocket was a shiny gold badge. On her head, an official-looking cap. Dark-lensed, gold-rimmed aviators topped off the look. Oh, yeah, there was a twinge. Another round of catcalls faded when the beat of the music tripled, fast and loud. It pounded in Kate’s chest. In an exaggerated runway walk, Carly strutted the long catwalk splitting either side of the audience. A set of handcuffs swayed at her waist. She had a rockin’ body. A dancer’s body. Strong and muscular in all the right places, not bulky or angular. She removed the sunglasses, tucking them at her ample cleavage, again diverting Kate’s attention to the swell of breasts pushed up in the vee of the shirt. After inventorying her lovely assets, Kate zeroed in on her face. At that moment, Kate realized she’d met this gorgeous woman before. Several times. But always in another capacity. She was the sexy-as-fuck woman from the office. Body and brains. Awesome investigative work, Kate, she berated. Granted, she always seemed to have a different hair color and style, along with slightly altered makeup. A true chameleon, an asset in this sort of work. Carly looked down at her and winked before making her way back to the main stage. Kate’s gaze went straight to her shapely ass, following the long line of her dynamic legs.
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There's already a wonderful review from Alpha Book Club, if you'd like to check it out. In the Flesh received 5 stars and a 'Holy Hotness' from reviewer Arlyna and I'm thrilled! Read the full review HERE
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About H K:
H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of romance and its varied sub-genres and couplings.
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I enjoy writing in many different genres. I write where the muse takes me and make no apologies for it. By now, it’s quite safe to say I will never pick just one genre and stick to it. There are just too many possibilities and stories left to tell. Today time-travel, tomorrow sweet historical romance—the next release might be, down and dirty erotica or ménage. I hope you’ll join me for the ride. Variety is creativity’s playground—It’s where you’ll find me.
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From @TonyaKinzer #lesbian #eroticromance and a #giveaway to enter


Tonya Kinzer
Lesbian Erotica
      Thank you so much for all of the support and tweets from my fans. This book has been re-edited and now has a new cover that highlights the characters.
      Sandi and Kiera have sworn off most men as they find their way through a new relationship with each other. Sandi is a lingerie model and she introduces Kiera to her photographer, knowing it'll boost Kiera's self-esteem in more ways than one. You can read more about these two beautiful women on my website and grab your own e-copy at the links below. I need your help to make this a huge success on release day, Jan 22nd. As a thank you, I'm giving three winners a FREE e-book from my list of previous titles. Get your entries in and share the links below so your friends can find out about Dreams!
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Book Two, New Horizons, is turning out to be even hotter than Dreams and keeps me squirming in my chair as I write each erotic chapter. Lady Ciara dominates a major role in book two as the owner of her own movie production company specializing in lesbian romance titles! Yes, let your mind wander where it may...and you'll probably be on the right track.










Excerpt:
 Sandi hoped Lady Ciara would be pleased with her photo session today as she tied the red silk laces of the black leather corset she’d been given. Her breasts mounded nicely over the top and Sandi lightly ran her fingers over each one, proud she’d kept herself in good shape. She turned before the mirror to see if her ass looked as good as she’d hoped in the thong and garter that attached to the lacey nylons. Red snakeskin stilettos were perfect as they matched the red laces of the corset. When Kiera groaned, Sandi turn toward her.
     “I love watching you get ready for your photo shoots, it just gets me horny and I know I can’t do anything until we get back to our room later.” Kiera wet her lips and massaged one of her breasts, her gaze moving up and down the length of Sandi’s body.
     “It does the same for me, hon. I’ll be ready for whatever you have planned tonight.” Sandi packed a few of their toys and lubes, hoping Kiera would use them on her later.
     With a knock on the door, it opened before Sandi could say a word. An older woman strode in carrying a black crop with her head held high; her blonde hair hung from a tight pony tail. A younger black female followed a few paces behind, but walked straight and tall. The first woman dressed in a sassy Domme outfit of black leather that fit her body like a glove, with matching knee-high stiletto boots. The one piece suit zipped up the front, but stopped at mid-breast to showcase her full double-D breasts squeezed tight, creating a cleavage Sandi would die to explore and she had to moisten her lips.
     Her heart thudded against her chest. If Lady Ciara didn’t like the results of today’s shoot, she could be out of a job. The younger black woman gave Sandi a once over. Both women slowly made a circle around Sandi and she stood still for inspection. The leather crop moved Sandi’s hair to the side and then trailed slowly over her shoulder and down her arm. When the women stood in front her, Sandi kept her gaze lowered as the crop come up to her left shoulder, moved over the mound of each breast, ending back in the center to trail down her cleavage.
     When the crop touched Sandi’s chin, it lifted her face up and Sandi met Lady Ciara’s emerald green gaze. “Very nice. I like what I see. Your portfolio was spot on. Daniel has good taste in models. Turn your head to the left and then to the right.”
     Sandi did as she was told, trying to keep her heart from racing out of control.
     “You have great features. We could work well together and both make a few bucks...if you work out well with the other girls.”
     Madame nodded to the black girl, who stepped behind Sandi. Again, her hair was lifted to the side, the girl’s arm moved around Sandi’s waist and warm lips touched the curve of her neck. Daniel told you to be prepared for anything. Sandi was glad she’d not gasped at being kissed. What she wasn’t prepared for were the sensual caresses to her breasts. Nails brushed over her nipples that had puckered the minute she’d laid eyes on both women. Her breasts were crushed within the fondling hands and Sandi’s pussy leaked onto the thong.  Damnit!
     When a tongue moved teasingly over her skin toward her shoulder, a moan slipped from Sandi’s throat and she made a move to lean away.
     The crop crisply touched beneath her chin and Sandi stared into her narrowed gaze. “Tiana does as she’s told and will show you the ropes of how we do things here. You’d be wise to pay attention if you want to make any money at my place. Mandi is also available should you have any questions. Daniel is setting up now for the shoot, don’t keep him waiting. I’ll meet with you later.”
     The blood drained from her face and her knees weakened. “Thank you, ma’am.”
     Lady Ciara lowered her crop, glanced at Kiera, turned and sauntered from the room. The sway of her hips caught Sandi’s attention and churned her curiosity about the woman’s sexual interests. She obviously loved women’s bodies to even be in this type of business, but it was the way she demanded control when she entered a room.
     Another warm kiss to her shoulder, along with a caress over the mound of her breasts reminded Sandi what was happening.
     “My name is Tiana. You’re a beautiful woman.” She released Sandi and moved to stand in front of her. “Madame takes pride in her girls and the attention they grab from the advertisers. There are many opportunities here to earn money.” Tiana winked at her. “You keep yourself in great shape. In this business, we have to, right? I hope we’ll be working together often.”
     Tiana smelled like an exotic flower as she stood closer.
     “Is that Kiera?”
     “Yes.” Sandi admired Tiana’s dark golden complexion. She had to be part Latino as well as black and her full lips made Sandi want to kiss her right there. Her breasts spilled out above her tight tank top and spiked heels accentuated her tight ass in the black leggings.
     “Kiera’s gorgeous.” Tiana leaned. “I hope we get to know each other well. It makes the shoots more fun. I’ll see you in the other room.” She winked at Kiera as her tongue wet her lips. “I’ll save you a seat for the photo shoot, love.” Tiana strode from the room wiggling her ass for attention.
     When the door shut, Sandi’s mouth dropped open and she looked at Kiera who stood and walked toward her. “Did you read between the same lines that I did? Holy shit. What has Daniel gotten us into?”
     Kiera wrapped her arms around Sandi and hugged her tight. “I think I did. It certainly sounds like more than just movies and photo shoots. The hunger in Tiana’s eyes could be read several ways. I can’t wait to sit next to her and hear what she has to tell me about this Lady Ciara.”
     “No shit. Is Daniel aware of what all she does here? We’re finding out, but if it’s what I think, maybe you’ll learn more than you want to know.” Sandi slapped Kiera’s ass and headed to the door.
     In the main room, Daniel adjusted his lights around a bed covered in red satin while Ciara stood by. It didn’t take long for Sandi to notice his interest in the older blonde. Then again, he’s known her for a while. I don’t have a right to be jealous. I had my chance with him. She had to be thankful he’d suggested this job for both her and Kiera.
     Daniel turned as she approached. “There’s my star. Very nice outfit, I must say. I think we’re ready for you. Lady Ciara is anxious to see you work.” He motioned toward the bed. “If you’ll begin by laying over the pillows in the center and give me your sexiest look.” He stepped behind his camera and adjusted the lens.
     Sandi crawled onto the soft satin, positioned herself sideways on the pillows and watched as Kiera sat next to Tiana. The young woman’s hand already claimed Kiera’s crossed knee and stayed there as she leaned to kiss Kiera on the cheek. She whispered something to Kiera, but would have to wait until later to find out what she said.
     A warm hand on Sandi’s shoulder straightened her back and then fingers reached inside the bustier to adjust her breasts. Sandi met Lady Ciara’s gaze. “Thank you, Madame.”
     Oh my god! I think I can adjust my own body. Sandi took in a deep breath as her as her nipples puckered.
     “Isn’t that better, Daniel? She’s beautiful. I can’t wait to see the finished pictures.”
     Click. Click.
     “Relax. I’ll take a few while you get comfortable. Now give me that smoky look, babe, like you want your lover up there with you.” Daniel snapped several in a row.

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Win a Kindle Fire as Tonya Kinzer tours with her next release Lesbian romance, Dreams Do Come True


Coming January 23, 2015!

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Lesbian Romance Series

Sandi’s career has taken off as a model and she loves her photographer…just not the way he wished she did. The men of her past abused her one too many times and the one woman in her life is being treated the same way. Can she get Kiera away from her abusive relationship and show her what true love really is? The two of them have been roommates for two years where Sandi has been forced to comfort her each time she’s been abused. Determined to put a stop to the abuse, Sandi has to show Kiera a new relationship already exists for her.
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Erotic Fantasies Blog Hop: #giveaways celebrate the new release erotic anthology


Step into the pages of several short stories that are sure to whet your appetite and stir your imagination. All things are possible within the dark corners of our mind where fantasies take shape just for our own entertainment. Eleven different stories will take your mind on an erotic journey and arouse your deepest desires. Your body and mind will tingle with delight and your toes will curl as you find that you lose yourself in every story. The authors hope you enjoy their stories and visit their websites where you can learn about the rest of their books.



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From Fantasy erotic romance The Black Lion
Sascha traced the line of lace at the top of each stocking she wore. The damp warmth of her pussy teased his hand through the lacy fabric of her panties. He closed his eyes, resting his cheek on the top of her head. He pushed his fingers inside the leg of her panties. He felt her jump a little, as he slid his hand along in her cream. He brought his fingers to nip at her clit, gently, but it made her gasp and tilt her hips toward his hand, just as he wanted. He slowly eased two fingers into her. The warm, wet channel clenched around his fingers. He thought he’d come right then without having his cock enveloped in this delicious way. He pumped his fingers.

 Melissa moaned. She lifted her head to look into his eyes. “Kiss me.”

Sascha couldn’t deny her. He kissed her mouth with every ounce of sexual yearning that made his cock throb, dangerously close to coming. He pressed his thumb against her clit, his fingers curled inside her pussy. 
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014 Hot Ink Press

The Black Lion reviewed By Natasha Jackson for Readers’ Favorite with 4 shining stars
When The Black Lion begins we know that a man, who we later learn is called Sascha, is on the hunt. For sex or something else, we aren’t quite sure until he spots a beautiful woman from whom he can feed. But when he spots, well ... smells, Melissa he has a lot more than food on his mind. Melissa is enthralled, but Sascha is gone before he can make a move and so begins Elodie Parkes’ new paranormal tale of love and lust. When Sascha intercedes to save her from another of “his kind,” Melissa isn’t shocked because she has her own secrets. But before secrets are revealed, the attraction between Sascha and Melissa must be acted upon before the jealous person looming in the shadows can make their move.

From the moment they meet at the The Black Lion club there is a strong connection pulling Melissa and Sascha together, or is it something else? This short story from Elodie Parkes is a perfect fantasy combining love, secrets and a hidden enemy in just a few short pages. And the love scenes are as hot as I’ve come to expect of Parkes; they are just descriptive enough to make you blush and understand how a couple could so quickly succumb to their emotions. The Black Lion is short but it is well written and the author has a frank voice that cuts to the chase, because why should supernatural beings waste so much time being poetic when they've been talking for centuries? This genre is an acquired taste but Elodie Parkes gets the job done every time.
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Naomi Clark visits today with her #lesbian #eroticromance new release from Evernight Publishing, The Beast of Birch Hill



Wildlife photographer and cryptozoology blogger Emma Jordan came to Birch Hill expecting to find another urban legend. The rumours of a big cat stalking the woods around this quiet town surely had to be just that - rumours. But when the evidence starts to pile up that Birch Hill really does have a killer cat on the loose, Emma finds herself caught in a confusing game of cat and mouse. And her blossoming relationship with Abi Blakely might just be pushing her further into danger.

Available from – http://www.evernightpublishing.com/
http://www.allromanceebooks.com/
Amazon US http://www.amazon.com/Beast-Birch-Hill-Romance-Go-ebook/dp/B00MT8D454

Excerpt

A couple of hours later, showered, changed, and feeling human again, Emma headed back to Abigail's Bakes. She told herself she was just looking to grab a quick lunch and sit somewhere pleasant while she updated her blog. Privately she had to admit it would be nice to just look at Abi while she worked.
            The place was much busier than it had been that morning; it was full of kids and families jostling for table space. Abi and a younger girl worked the counter with cheer and ease, and cafe was filled with chatter and laughter. Emma joined the queue, trying to catch Abi's eye. When Abi saw her, she waved and favored Emma with that infectious smile.
            “How was your hike? Did you catch the Beast yet?” she asked Emma as she served her.
            “Not yet. Maybe later.” Emma picked out a bacon and cheese strudel and a spiced apple muffin. “Do you have wifi in here? I need to get online.”
            Abi passed her a slip of paper with a password on it along with her food. “Help yourself. Catch you later.”
            Emma smiled, hoping the words weren't just a mere formality. She found a table tucked away in the corner and flipped open her netbook. Her main source of income was her photography, supplying stock images for websites and brochures, entering as many competitions as she could, and doing the occasional teaching course if she wasn't traveling. It was steady money, and a hefty inheritance from a grandparent she'd never met allowed her to live in comfort and indulge her other passion – the alien big cat stories. Her blog, After Dark All Cats Are Leopards, was one of the better-regarded in both the cryptid and sceptic communities and she had a steady following. When she'd announced last week that she was heading for Birch Hill, her views had skyrocketed, and even though she didn't have much news to add yet, it was probably a good idea to update now.
            She plugged her digital camera into the netbook and uploaded the photos she'd taken, eating as she worked. The strudel and the muffin were both perfectly delicious, and she allowed herself a brief fantasy of kidnapping Abi and making her bake for her full-time.
            She didn't notice Abi had joined her until the other woman pushed a cup of coffee to her. “Looks like thirsty work,” Abi remarked.
            Emma jumped, then grinned. “Bloggers are powered entirely by caffeine. Thanks.”
            “So I looked you up after you left,” Abi said. “Why big cats?” She leaned her elbows on the table and rested her head in her hands. Her dark curls framed her face perfectly, her expression attentive and interested. Emma squirmed a little under her keen gaze.
            “When I was a kid I wanted to find Bigfoot,” Emma confessed. “My dad used to take me out hiking in the Rocky Mountains and tell me stories about Bigfoot and skinwalkers, all kinds of stuff. I just loved it. Then I grew up and decided there wasn't much chance of Bigfoot really being out there. But big cats? Definitely.”
            “You're so sure? Even though nobody's found a breeding population of wild tigers anywhere?” Abi asked with a grin.
            “America's a big country. There's plenty of space for wide-roaming animals to hide. And big cats are generally elusive in their natural territories anyway. Yeah, I'm sure. People brought lions and tigers over here with circuses in the nineteenth century and there are thousands of people keeping them illegally today. There are orphanages for abandoned exotic animals up and down the country. It's not completely ridiculous that some escape or are released into the wild. And cats are so adaptable. Even if we're not talking big breeding populations, I think it's more likely that there are non-native big cats out there than not.”
            “You love this stuff, don't you?” Abi said, looking thoughtful.
            Emma flushed. “Was I rambling?”
            “No, it's interesting! I wish I could come out big cat hunting with you, but Jed probably wouldn't let me.” She stuck her tongue out as if she'd eaten something distasteful.
            “Well, he's not coming either,” Emma said. “I take it he's more than just prickly with you?”
            Abi shuffled Emma's empty plates around, looking embarrassed. “Oh, we just...clash. He's pretty conservative and I'm not. He thinks I lower the tone of the neighborhood.”
            “Not a fan of baked goods?” Emma joked.
            “Baked goods or lesbians,” Abi said with a shrug.
            Emma's heart gave a little twist, but she kept her tone calm and amused as she replied. “Oh dear. I'd better not answer any personal questions he asks me then.”
            Abi gave her a thoughtful look again that turned into a shy smile. “So what are you doing for the rest of the day? I'm off this afternoon.”
            “I'm going back into the woods this evening but I'm free til then. Maybe...” Emma searched for something that didn't sound too forward but still made it plain she liked Abi. “Maybe we could hang out?” Ugh. Lame.
            Abi didn't seem to notice. She flashed a dazzling smile. “How about a guided tour of Birch Hill? There's not much to see, but with the right company it has a certain charm.”
            “It's a date.”
            Abi stood, grabbing Emma's plates. “Give me an hour and we're on.”
            Emma watched her sashay away with a flutter of excitement. If the Beast of Birch Hill didn't show up, Abi might prove just as exciting.

About the Author
Naomi likes writing, perfume, fancy tea, and unfathomable monsters from the dark spaces between the stars, not necessarily in that order. She has been writing stories ever since she learned how to write, but is still trying to master the art of biography writing. When she's not dealing with werewolves, demons, or sea monsters, she's hanging out with her cat and probably watching a documentary about Bigfoot. If the cat isn't available, she's with her fiancé watching cookery shows and silently plotting her next book.

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Blog - http://naomiclarkwrites.blogspot.co.uk/
Twitter - https://twitter.com/naomi_jay
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A Christmas to Remember anthology release with Erzabet Bishop

A Christmas to Remember Anthology



From the obligatory office party to a cabin in the woods, Christmas celebrations come in all shapes and sizes. The ladies in this Christmas anthology like to keep it original though, and get their festive groove on in bed shops and the Australian outback, not to mention the ‘Mermaids and Mistletoe Masquerade Ball’… A Christmas to Remember contains five lesbian erotica stories that will make your Christmas merry AND hot.

Erzabet Bishop is here with an excerpt from her story in the anthology 




“I don’t know.” Rachel eyed the dress critically as Bree and Lise looked on. Last night at dinner the two of them hounded her mercilessly about coming down to the dress shop to find something for the masquerade. They had squeezed her into six different dresses already and Rachel was ready to bolt. This one was a bright yellow number with sequins. “It kind of looks like a demented canary.”

Lise snorted. “It does not.”

Bree snickered behind her hand and promptly schooled her face into her usual cultured self. “It is a little bright.”

“Umm. Yes. Just a little.” Rachel grimaced and sighed. This was taking forever when what she really wanted to do was go back to her room and read. She glanced at her watch and grimaced. Just after two o’clock.

The store was deserted except for the three of them and she had yet to see anyone working the floor. That was fine with her. Rack after rack of sparkling holiday dresses and lush satin gowns surrounded the mirrored area with a small screened area for privacy. Holiday music lightly piped through the air, adding a festive note to the afternoon. 

“Come on Rach. We want to head over to see one of the late afternoon shows.” Lise pouted. Her arm was wrapped around Bree’s waist. “If you hurry, you can see the first one with us.”

Rachel fingered the zipper, itching to free herself from the dresses confines. Smoothing her expression, she met Lise and Bree’s eyes in the mirror. “Why don’t you guys go ahead. You need some alone time and I want to poke around here for a bit. I have to find a mask.” And I need to lose this yellow monstrosity. Now.

Bree smiled. “The Mascherari and dress shop is one of the things that draws people to this cruise. The masks are exquisite.”

“I think you might be onto something there Bree. Just not in this color I hope.” Rachel’s lips curved upward. “Why don’t you girls go ahead. I’ll just look around here some more and join you later.”

“Okay then. You have fun and we’ll see you after the show.” Lise grinned and tugged Bree along behind her.

Bree stopped mid pull and frowned. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Now scoot. You don’t need me hanging off you like a third wheel all the time.”

Bree nodded. “Okay. Good luck then.” She let Lise lead her out of the shop.

Rachel watched them go and breathed a sigh of relief. Now to get out of the dress. She was still in the main changing area, open to the store, but since it was empty she wasn’t worried. Rachel reached for the zipper and her arm froze, the tight fitting fabric holding her in place. Oh no. Belatedly, she realized that the girls had gotten her into the dress and now she was stuck. Shit.
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