Zombies Book: Red Dust: The Fall by Ben Dixon and Sam Campbell @TheLostParty

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Genres: Horror/Zombies/Western/Short Stories


Red Dust is a series of zombie western short stories.

Red Dust: The Fall is the first trilogy of short stories in the Red Dust series. These stories are The Lost Party, Feud and The Last Rider.

The Lost Party

When a party of settlers go missing on the Wasatch Mountains of 1846 America, a lone mountain man tasks himself with finding the lost pioneers. Upon the discovery of the remnants of a diary, George Masterson finds himself pulled into the dark story that befell the ill-fated travellers.


America 1853, seven years since the disappearance of the lost party, the undead have emerged from the wilderness crossing the Great Plains to assault the civilised world. Communication has broken down and settlements now stand alone as the Rising Plague spreads across the eastern border.

In the town of Little Rock inhabitants of the New World thrive to create normality in the midst of chaos. With the arrival of a mysterious rider named Griffin, the true dangers of the town become clear. The illusion of civilisation quickly dissolves as Griffin’s appearance sparks the violent conclusion of a deep-rooted vendetta.

The Last Rider

The Rising Plague continues to spread mercilessly across America, leaving the remnants of the US government to lead a desperate defence in defiance of the undead. Yet in the face of their doom, the beginnings of a civil tension arises, as the Southern State’s succeed, leaving a dire split across the US and its people hopelessly divided.

Isaac, a young courier, volunteers himself to deliver a mysterious package for the Union military. His task will lead him deep into the heart of the unknown, through the decaying civilisation of a country that he can no longer call his home, as his eyes are opened to the horrors of the New World.


“This is it, boys,” Custer shouted. “Form a line Sergeant Major.”

“Line,” shouted the Sergeant in response, and the cavalrymen spread thin, length ways into a single file. Isaac followed Griffin who fell into the very flank of the line. They urged their horses forward, scrambling to the peak of the ridge and stopped.

The downward slope on the far side had been stripped bare of all life. Only a barren ruin of dirt remained of what was once. The cannons had been dug into the earth of the slope, below which lay at the very bottom a fortified trench.

The smoke from the cannons and the rifles of the soldiers still hung in the air, but through the light cannon smoke, Isaac could see them. He had never seen anything of such horror. Coming from the treeline beyond the trench were the dead. Thousands of them cascading through the forest into the open ground, marching towards the defences with a single purpose. Isaac saw a cannon fire and the ground rumbled beneath him as the machine of war kicked back, slamming into the wall of dirt where it was entrenched. It erupted in haze of smoke, spitting burning embers and coughing fire. Isaac watched the cannon ball hit the ground hard, bounce, and then strike into the front rank of the undead horde, slicing through the mass of ungodly figures. The creatures that took the brunt of shot exploded in a mist of red.

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 About the Authors:

Ben Dixon and Sam Campbell are two friends who met while studying history at University. Red Dust is their first piece of work, it features a story told through interlinking short stories.




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Genres: Horror/Vampire/Urban Fantasy


Stanley Heckley’s world was torn apart the night his wife and infant daughter were murdered by his wife’s ex-lover, James Gandy. Left with no family to call his own, Stanley is consumed with rage and thirsts to exact revenge in the only way he thinks is fair – to kill Gandy’s entire bloodline.  Unfortunately for Stanley, his timid personality and good conscience makes killing a difficult task to accomplish.

Tormented by his inability to avenge his family, Stanley seeks the help of a distant acquaintance known simply as the vampire, Geoff. Touched by Stanley’s plight, Geoff takes it upon himself to give Stanley a thirst for blood and the talent to kill. As a newly turned vampire, Stanley joins Geoff on a complex mission of murder and vengeance as they hunt each member of the Gandy family one by one, wiping the entire bloodline from existence.

Or so they thought.

Over a century later, Stanley learns that a dire mistake has left one Gandy alive. Once again faced with the monsters of his past, Stanley finds himself returning to his hometown of Meyers to hunt the remaining descendant, Amanda.  From the get-go, Stanley’s mission is plagued with many obstacles including a new henchman for Geoff, a ghost of a young, sadistic girl, and the fact that Amanda looks remarkably like his late wife. For this member of the undead, hunting the final Gandy may just be the death of him.




April 9, 1904

No! Please don’t shoot!” Her voice wavered slightly though she tried her hardest to remain firm and unfazed. Had it not been for the tremor in her tone and the unmistakable trembling of her shoulders, the intruder might have bought her act of valor.

The terrified cries of my wife echoed against the bare wooden walls causing me to run in a panic. I flew down a flight of stairs towards the parlor area and noticed the dim flicker of a single candle illuminating the room. It added an eerie ambiance to what was to be the most horrifying moment of my life.

Gandy! What do you think you’re doing?! Get your hands off my wife!” I shouted with pure ferocity. I wouldn’t be surprised if the blood vessels in my eyes had burst open given the tint of red that shadowed my vision.

Well, well, lookit ‘ere who it is,” Gandy slurred drunkenly as he gripped my wife’s strawberry blond hair between his fingers. “It’s Stanley Heckley! Or might I say, the Great Stanley Heckley.” He cackled and peered down at my wife.

My eyes fell instantly onto Christiana’s tear stained face. I made an attempt to rush forward, however, she shook her head slightly and mouthed, “Go! Save Katie.”

My stomach wrenched as I pictured our three-month-old daughter hidden under the floorboards in the main room upstairs. She was safe – for now.

I cleared my throat and stood up straighter. Holding my hands out as a final plea, I said as calmly, but with as much authority as I could muster, “Gandy, please put down the gun. You had a little too much to drink tonight and I promise that if you walk out of here this instant, I will not tell the authorities of this little incident.”

I braced myself for his reaction and was surprised to hear a hearty chuckle in response. Christiana winced as he continued his belly laugh and pulled tightly against her head. Her beautiful braid was now a rat’s nest and I was surprised not to find clumps of her pinkish locks strewn along the floor.

Do you think you have the right to tell me what to do?” Gandy laughed hysterically. With his gun toting hand he reached up and wiped tears from the corners of his eyes.

I beg your pardon but I don’t see the humor in this situation,” I growled.

You want to know what’s funny?” Gandy snapped. “The fact that Christiana here picked you over me. What does she see in you anyway? Nothing but a stack of cash that your daddy gave you.”

I glanced around the room frantically, looking for any escape route. My eyes focused on the window and my mind methodically went over any possible option I had to get my family out of this situation. It was as if everything was running in slow motion, from the flow of my blood through my veins to the harsh beating of my pained heart.

Are you listening to me?!” Gandy’s hazy voice interrupted my frantic thoughts.

I gulped. “Yes, Gandy.”

His eyes widened as he pointed the barrel toward me. Christiana gasped and began pleading frantically, begging for him to drop the gun. Ignoring her cries, he lifted an eyebrow as he looked me dead in the eye. “It’s yes, sir,” he corrected.

I nodded my head. “Yes, sir,” I replied through gritted teeth.

His lips curled up into a sinister grin and he began pacing the room dragging Christiana along with him. She grabbed at his hand, trying to pry his fingers from her scalp, but was unsuccessful. The gray skirt of her dress, a birthday present from me, dragged behind her, becoming soiled with the dust from the floor.

Now, I don’t know why you’re stupid enough to come back to town,” he said through gritted teeth. “The folks here were finally steer clear of the Heckleys, yet here you are infesting our town again with your filthy riches. You think your family’s better than all of us here, don’t you? Just because of your blue blood ways.”

Gandy,” I said in an even tone. It pained me to even speak, my throat dry and parched from fear. “Please leave my property. We’ll deal with this when you’re sober in the morning.”

This ain’t about being sober! This is about the abomination that your family has bestowed upon the less privileged. That’s why you came back to town now, isn’t it? To take over all the businesses that your greedy father wasn’t able to get his cold, vile hands on! You should have stayed in God knows where you were!”

It was a mistake to come back,” I agreed as I nodded my head; and good God did I agree. “We only came back to tie up ends concerning my father’s estate. Nothing more.”

Ah, yes,” he grinned. “That’s right! Your old man croaked a month ago, didn’t he?”

My blood began boiling and instinctively my fists clenched together. “Yes,” I said in a raspy tone. The pain of having lost my father still burned freshly in my heart. Hearing Gandy speak so nonchalantly about his passing made me want to gouge his eyes out. That would have to wait. For now I needed to focus on helping my sweet wife.

I cleared my throat and continued, “We’ll tie up loose ends and leave town immediately.” I gestured towards the room. “We’ll leave this house and never return to it again.” My eyes widened as realization came over me. “Is this what you want? Do you want my property? It’s yours! Take it! Take everything in here!”

Gandy snickered. “I don’t want your house,” he snapped. He glanced down at Christiana and brushed the gun across her face. She and I stiffened simultaneously, our breaths caught in our throats. “What I do want is your wife,” he continued.

I’m sorry, but I can’t do that,” I replied angrily.

Why? She’s already mine!” He shouted. “Do you really think your sweet Christiana was a virgin when she met you? When she wed you? Her naked body was under mine before you even had a chance to look her in the eye!”

Though I tried to remain calm and composed, I couldn’t help but glance desperately at my wife. Her eyes were clamped shut and she began to sob, proof that what Gandy had said was true.

It was a long time ago!” Christiana screamed. “Before I met you!”

Shut up, whore!” Gandy growled.

I gulped. “I don’t care,” I said sternly. “She is my wife and anything she may have done before me is of no consequence. I took a vow.” Christiana’s eyelids flew open in relief. Her gaze fell upon mine and we held each other’s eyes as if saying silent I love you’s though it felt more like goodbyes.

Gandy stiffened and gripped her hair tighter. Losing composure he stammered, “Well, did she tell you we made love a quarter’s night ago?”

Christiana had been with me, caring for our infant daughter. Gandy was full of fucking shit. Though I felt like rolling my eyes, I knew better. “Gandy,” I said instead. “It is late and I demand you to leave my property.”

Gandy’s hands began to grow limp and for a moment I thought that we would be able to put this whole unfortunate situation behind us. My family and I would leave town immediately, never glancing back. Father’s estate would just have to take care of itself and it could stay rotting. It could be food for the termites and worms for all I cared. Unfortunately, that is not how it happened.

Katie’s cry rang through the household, a cry for food, for love, for attention? A cry that still rings through my head every day.

What is that?” Gandy cried out in a horrified tone. “Another Heckley?!” He looked down at Christiana’s face in shock and anger. “How dare you breed another member of this foul family?” Gandy released her hair, throwing Christiana to the ground. He quickly turned on his heel making his way through my house. His gangly body made odd shadows on the wall as his loose, wavy, blond hair flew in wisps behind him.

No!” Christiana shouted. She ran after him, pushing him away as she followed Katie’s cries. She ran quickly up the stairs, frantically searching for our daughter. Though I had hidden our infant under a loose floorboard, the emptiness of the house made it difficult to mask her cries. The acoustics amplified her wails easily marking her hiding place.

Gandy  steadied  himself,  having  never  let  go  of  the  gun,  and  began  sprinting  after Christiana. He raced up the grand staircase, two steps at a time, and was quickly gaining ground. I desperately followed after him and flew up the staircase as rapidly as I could. A surge of adrenaline rushed through me and I quickly caught up with him in the upstairs hallway, tackling him to the ground. I grabbed at his hand and began beating it against the wooden stair rail, trying to dislodge the gun. Briefly looking up, I noticed Christiana through the open door of the master bedroom retrieving Katie, carefully swaddling her in her arms.

Run!” I shouted as I successfully knocked the gun out of Gandy’s thin hand. He growled in pain as I pushed his palm into the ground.

Christiana nodded and looked around for an exit. Remembering the ancient Servants’ passageway, she turned and headed for the door, trying to make a sudden right into the adjacent hallway. Simultaneously, Gandy managed to knee me in the groin and bit my hand, knocking the breath out of me. I fell backwards for a moment, looking up in time to see him grab his gun. Regaining my balance, I lunged forward in an attempt to tackle him. Unfortunately, it was too late. As if in slow motion I saw him cock his gun and aim toward my wife and daughter. With a deafening bang, Gandy pulled the trigger, the gun recoiling against him. Christiana’s eyes went wide as the bullet flew towards her, penetrating my baby girl and in turn traveling through my wife’s body.

NO!” I screamed.

My throat went hoarse and tears burned my eyes as I watched my family fall to the ground. Blood trickled from Christiana’s mouth and her eyes rolled back, lifeless and vacant. Red stains smeared Katie’s crocheted blanket, turning pink towards the white edges.

Panting heavily, I looked down at Gandy who appeared surprised himself; disbelieving of his own atrocious act. I yelled out inaudibly and kicked out my black leather boot, hitting him square across his face. He fell backward, loosening his grip on the gun, and his nose quickly began spouting out spurts of blood. Quickly grabbing for the gun, I reveled in the cold steel against my palm. Aiming it straight for Gandy’s head, I pulled the hammer back and placed my finger on the trigger.

Do it!” Gandy demanded. “Do it! I just killed my one and only love!” He began sobbing, the effects of alcohol wearing off his body.

She never loved you,” I hissed. My hand began trembling, my grip on the gun growing weaker with each passing second. “So what if she slept with you? It was a long time ago and you were just a warm body who never had a hold of her heart.”

He growled at me with narrowed eyes, but soon started laughing as he focused in on the shaking gun. “You can’t do it, can you? You can’t pull that trigger! You may be a useless fuck getting all you want with daddy’s money, but you don’t have the ballocks to kill a man – even when he just shot the fuck out of your family!”

Trembling with rage I applied pressure to the trigger.


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About the Author:

Thanks to her Mom’s unwavering devotion to read a bedtime story to her every single night throughout her childhood years, S. BRIONES LIM’s love for books began before she could even speak.

Raised in Southern California, Author S. Briones Lim initially dreamt of becoming an artist and/or Book Author. A Psychology Degree (Summa cum Laude), a stint in Art School, and a career in Advertising/Media later, she is finally delving back into her first love – books. As a self-renowned bookworm, S. Briones Lim’s love for books has inspired her to pen her own novels and hopes her readers will fall in love with her stories as much as she enjoyed writing them.

Author of the Life Force Trilogy, S. Briones Lim’s other obsessions include time with family, POPCORN, watching movies and her pug, Tobi. She currently lives on the East Coast with her husband and continues to write everyday.

Contact: sbrioneslim.author@gmail.com


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Christian Devotional: Daily Spiritual Vitamins and Minerals for Your Soul by Myrlande E. Sauveur

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Book Blast Date: 5/7/14

Genres: Christian Devotional/Bible Study



Only God Can Heal You Both Spiritually and Physically!

Oftentimes, the vicissitudes of life get in the way of building an intimate relationship with God. We live in a fast-paced society and sometimes feel overwhelmed to the point that we question God’s plan for our life. Daily Spiritual Vitamins and Minerals for Your Soul offers a dozen meditational reflections, supported by daily key verse, as a regulator to give our lives the rhythm we need to enhance our self-esteem, elevate our morale, increase our faith, and strengthen our fellowship with the Lord. We all need vitamins and minerals to stay physically healthy, and we need the Word of God to remain spiritually healthy. These pages contain nuggets of peace and wisdom for a troubled society and its weary people–and with daily meditation and reflection on God’s Word, you will nourish your soul and soothe your spirit.

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Daily Spiritual Vitamins and Minerals for Your Soul

Myrlande E. Sauveur

Outskirts Press (2013)

ISBN: 9781478713159

Reviewed By Richard R. Blake for Reader Views (11/13)

In her book “Daily Spiritual Vitamins and Minerals for Your Soul,” Myrlande E. Sauveur encourages the reader to “feed your soul as you feed your body every day.” This concept captures the essence of her chapter themes, selected scripture readings, significant life narratives, and meaningful personal prayers.

Each chapter is designed to follow a calendar year with a reading for each day of the month. These monthly chapters are well formatted. Each chapter includes a theme title, a theme verse for the month, a personal illustration with a life application lesson, a prayer, and a verse for reflection and meditation for each day of the month. The chapter ends with two pages for recording personal notes or journal entries throughout the month.

Chapter themes include topics such as: waiting on God, God’s love, God’s faithfulness, our loneliness, controlling anger, and dealing with depression. Answers to the question, “Why Me, Lord?” are considered in light of scriptures dealing with trials and testing.

I found the chapter God’s Plan and Purpose for My Life affirmed by the theme verse Jeremiah 29:11, “I (God) know the plans I have for you…” and by the daily verses that promise instruction, guidance, and protection.

Guest contributor, Daniella B. Pierre summarized her thoughts this way: “God holds you in the palm of His hand. He knows your every struggle, disappointment, heartache, and every unfair situation.” The daily promises that follow offer hope, healing, and cheer in times of all these difficult situations.

“Daily Spiritual Vitamins and Minerals for Your Soul” is excellent as a companion to your regular intake of God’s word in Bible study, devotional reading and mediation. It is also ideal for gift giving for any occasion.


About the Author:

Myrlande E. Sauveur was born in Haiti. She came to the United States when she was 17 years old to further her education.  She started writing poetry and short stories at a very early age. Some of her writings won national recognition back in her homeland. Although she had a passion for and excelled in writing, she never major in English literature or communication in college. She obtained her MBA in Business Management from Strayer University and kept writing on the side as her main hobby and a place to escape when life became too overwhelming.

In August 2009, she was recognized by Cambridge Who’s Who for demonstrating dedication, leadership and excellence in marketing. She is the author of Daily Spiritual Vitamins and Minerals for Your Soul; she is 2013 Readers Favorite International Bronze Medal Recipient in the Christian Devotional/Bible study. In early December, she was voted the Grand Prize Winner of 2013/2014 50 Great Writers You Should Be Reading contest hosted by the Authors Show. She recently received a Gold Medal from the 2013 Illumination Book Awards “Shining a Light on Exemplary Christian Books”. Recently featured on http://www.inspiremetoday.com/ as one of the Inspirational Luminaries sharing her 500 words of wisdom with the world “the 7 Pearls of Wisdom for a Happy and Fulfilled Life”. She is a health and wellness consultant, teaching people how to live a healthy and well-balanced life.  She is the co-founder of Dorcas Foundation, a nonprofit organization that focuses on helping Haitian college students and women in the community.



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Erotic Fiction: Sexual Repercussions by Chemistry

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Genres: Erotic Fiction

“Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.”

The doors of retribution have been open, and payback is in the air.

“What if your enemy turned out to be your best friend?”

Porsche and Simone had been like two peas in a pod since grade school,

and their bond of friendship unbreakable; until one crosses the line.

Their years of friendship would be put to the test because of a man;

Antoine Weathers, captain of the football team, and he belonged to

Porsche Lattimore. Simone had always been envious and jealous

underneath, but this betrayal would take a life of its own, and one

would pay dearly.


“Trust, love and respect had left this home a long time ago,”

Porsche thought to herself Being burned will teach you a lot, to never put all your trust and heart into another individual; But as you live life, you will see the true colors of another.

Simone called to tell Porsche about her promotion at Shuster’s marketing firm: she was now a partner. The girls had both gone to Spellman College and graduated at the top of their class.

Porsche was co-owner of Sasha’s Production Company. They had achieved their goals and felt very proud of their success what would have taken someone else years to do, they done in just under two years.

“Was it their ambition?”

Alternatively their beauty shined from afar.

Everyone speculated, but they could not deny the sistahs were good at what they did.

They decided to go out and celebrate Simone’s promotion Simone quickly got promoted in less than a year of working at Shuster’s marketing firm.

Her boss and his wife divorced a year later. Everyone on that floor knew Simone and her boss were sleeping together, but no one dared speak of it.

One thing that could not be denied was the girl was educated, smart attractive and intelligent.

Soon after graduating from college Simone’s father died of cancer, never telling his wife and child he was ill.

But he made sure they would be taken care of.

The girls decided to meet at Angeline’s, a little jazz spot and have a few drinks.

Simone stood about five four; Porsche was about five six, and they both weighed about one hundred and forty-five pounds.

Porsche hair was a golden bronze that lay fully on her shoulders.

Simone’s black hair with blonde streaks went beautifully with those hazel colored eyes.

They met up at Angeline’s ptomptly at seven thirty promptly. Simone was so happy she had worked hard to get this promotion.

“Let us toast to friendship and success,” Simone said.

They raised their glasses to the occasion and in the back of Porsche’s mind, all she could think about was this would make her revenge even sweeter.

“I have something for you.”

Porsche pulled out a beautifully packaged gold box.

“What is it?” Simone asked.

“Open it.” Tearing the bow off the box, it contained a picture of the girls at their high school graduation.

“Girl can you believe it has been six years since we set out to find our way?”

“And God has blessed us.”

“Yeah those were the good old days. That is when I was head over heels in love with Antoine.” said Porsche.

“Why did you two break up?”  Simone asked.

As if she really did not know.

“I just grew bored of him.”

“Well, to memories and friendship.” Simone toasted.

“This bitch had to be kidding as if she knew what friendship really meant.” Thought Porsche.

Going back into time, Porsche remembered that dreadful night, just as if it was yesterday.

Confided to the bed with the flu on the night of their high school championship football game, Porsche listened to the radio announcer as he gave a play by play recount of Antoine’s smooth moves on the football field.

When he announced that Tuscan High school had won, she was ecstatic Porsche just had to congratulate her man on winning the game.

She eased out of her bed, drove over to Antoine’s house snuck around his backyard and did what they had always done, their secret tap on the window.

When Porsche made it around to Antoine’s window she heard some talking and when she peeked in, her eyes were horrified, Her best friend Simone was naked and laying in the arms of her boyfriend.

Porsche felt sick and threw up outside the window.

Sick, hurt and most of all filled with anger, she made her way to her car and drove away, never even making her presence known.



About the Author:

Chemistry is a self-published author from Alabama, and a single parent raising two teenage daughters.
Chemistry has been writing for ten years now. She has had her writing published in Venus Divas Magazine, a popular online women magazine. Story Titled “The Daily Life Of The Other Woman”. She has also recently had her story “The Big Boned Mistress” featured in “The Spirit of Big Boned Women” By Yolanda Zellous.

Along with her writing she also is the Founder of Go Getta’s Magazine; online. She has a a book blog Called Books & Chocolate where she host tours and tour stop for authors and bloggers.

Chemistry hopes to be able to tour and talk to others about being in an abusive relationships and overcoming that situation. How writing became her way of escape. And raising kids in a single family home.

Chemistry released her novella “No One Cared” released in September 2013. And her now release of “Sexual Repercussions, published in March 2014.





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Paranormal Erotica Feature: McQuade: The Lone Wolf Takes a Mate by Lynn Richards

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McQuade: The Lone Wolf Takes a Mate by Lynn Richards

Genres: Romantic Erotica, Paranormal Erotica, Paranormal

Book Blurb:

McQuade Jenner was a lone wolf. He didn’t need some antiquated idea of one mate for life messing up his perfect bachelor lifestyle. On any given night he could find a biker groupie–human or shifter–reckless enough for a one-time fling with a wolf. He could bed a woman when he felt the need and go home to the solitude he craved. And that’s exactly what he’d intended to do the night Rose Spencer walked into his life–alone, wet, and trouble just waiting to happen. He’d never intended to get involved with the innocent Rose–she was a life-time commitment and McQuade didn’t do commitment. But what was a wolf protector supposed to do when the woman his wolf wanted was threatened by a low-life lion shifter? Rose Spencer wasn’t the bar-scene type. She’d never have stepped foot inside the shifter bar unless she’d been trying to protect her sister–again. When would she learn that Alice was quite capable of taking care of herself–and that she was the one suddenly in need of protection?


About the Author:

Lynn Richards is actually the pseudonym chosen by two best friends who started writing together back when they were both young and idealistic. Though no longer exactly young, they are still best friends and still pretty idealistic. They enjoy reading (and writing) romances ranging from sweet and pure, to spicy hot and erotic and love hearing from their readers. Please E-mail them at lynn.richardsromance@yahoo.com

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