Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Broken Honor Release Day!

It's here! It's here! It's here!


RELEASE DAY!!!

It's been a long road with this book and I'm super excited to share Quinn & Mara's story with you all, but do you ever wonder what an author does the night before a book release? Well, here's a pre-release day in a life!

First thing I did when I woke up this morning is shuffle out to the coffee maker. I can't function like a human being until I have at least one cup in me.


Once the caffeine kicked in, I wrote a few words...


...then played with the dogs...

 ...did the dishes. (But only because I really, really had to)...
 ...folded laundry and matched socks. (Again because I really had to. And I might have spent some time hunting for the damn sock-stealing elf that I'm sure lives in my dryer)...

...read a good book...


...watched some TV...


...wrote blog posts while serving as a dog pillow...



 ...picked out a *ahem* wine glass for my celebratory midnight release day drink...


...annnnnd happy dance! 



Glamorous life, isn't it?

Hope you all enjoy Broken Honor! And don't forget, I'm donating a portion of my first month's sales to help combat human trafficking, so spread the word!



Ice-cold and unbreakable, Travis Quinn is the HORNET team's hard-ass. No weaknesses. Except, of course, for the accident that not only destroyed his career as a Navy SEAL, but left terrifying blanks in his memory. But Travis remembers everything about Mara Escareno--the curve of her lips, the feel of her body...and how he walked out on her suddenly six weeks ago.

Mara could never resist the dangerously sexy Travis, which is probably how she ended up pregnant and disowned by her family. But before Travis can fully process the news, Mara is kidnapped by his enemies and plunged into the violent, merciless world of human trafficking. They want Travis—and the information locked within his damaged memory—no matter the cost. And now Travis's enemies have discovered his only weakness...Mara

Release Day: February 24, 2015

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Monday, February 23, 2015

Broken Honor Countdown, Day 2: Meet Quinn

Age: 31
Build: 6'2", 200 lbs
Birthday: January 30
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Dark Blond, short
Nickname: Achilles
Hometown: Baltimore, MD
Position in HORNET: XO (Executive Officer, 2nd in command)
Career before HORNET: Master Chief, US Navy SEALs
Favorite Drink: National Bohemian--"Natty Boh"
Random Fact: He has one tattoo--a frogman in honor of a childhood friend who inspired him to go into the Navy.
Best Friend: Gabe Bristow

Quinn is a man with high standards of conduct that he holds himself and everyone else to. He doesn't do well with shades of gray and would rather take orders than give them. He's merciless to enemies and fiercely loyal to those he loves. He chooses friends and lovers very carefully, but once he offers his heart and trust to someone, he will die to protect that person. He has trouble accepting that he is only human and that, sometimes, he needs help. Extremely focused and driven, he has an innate need to correct everything that is wrong in the world.

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Ice-cold and unbreakable, Travis Quinn is the HORNET team's hard-ass. No weaknesses. Except, of course, for the accident that not only destroyed his career as a Navy SEAL, but left terrifying blanks in his memory. But Travis remembers everything about Mara Escareno--the curve of her lips, the feel of her body...and how he walked out on her suddenly six weeks ago.

Mara could never resist the dangerously sexy Travis, which is probably how she ended up pregnant and disowned by her family. But before Travis can fully process the news, Mara is kidnapped by his enemies and plunged into the violent, merciless world of human trafficking. They want Travis—and the information locked within his damaged memory—no matter the cost. And now Travis's enemies have discovered his only weakness...Mara

Release Day: February 24, 2015

Available from:
Amazon - Barnes & Noble - iTunes - Kobo
Add to Goodreads

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Broken Honor Countdown, Day 3: Meet Mara

Full Name: Marisol Rosa Escareno
Age: 27
Birthday: July 1
Height: 5'3"
Eyes: dark brown
Hair: dark brown
Favorite Drink: hot chocolate
Favorite TV show: M*A*S*H. (It was her deceased father's favorite and reminds her of him. She even named her pets after the main characters.)
Career: veterinary technician
Random Fact: She's related to Jesse Warrick (paternal cousins) and her last name was also Warrick until her stepfather adopted her when she was 11.

Mara is kind and sweet-natured. She has a tendency to "go along to get along", allowing people to walk all over her, but that's only because she focuses more on making sure everyone around her is content before attending to her own happiness. However, she's a lot stronger and more resilient than people (especially the men in her life) give her credit for.

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Ice-cold and unbreakable, Travis Quinn is the HORNET team's hard-ass. No weaknesses. Except, of course, for the accident that not only destroyed his career as a Navy SEAL, but left terrifying blanks in his memory. But Travis remembers everything about Mara Escareno--the curve of her lips, the feel of her body...and how he walked out on her suddenly six weeks ago.

Mara could never resist the dangerously sexy Travis, which is probably how she ended up pregnant and disowned by her family. But before Travis can fully process the news, Mara is kidnapped by his enemies and plunged into the violent, merciless world of human trafficking. They want Travis—and the information locked within his damaged memory—no matter the cost. And now Travis's enemies have discovered his only weakness...Mara

Release Day: February 24, 2015

Available from:
Amazon - Barnes & Noble - iTunes - Kobo
Add to Goodreads

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Broken Honor Countdown, Day 4: Sexy Saturday Dads, Part 4

When I first saw this photo, I immediately thought of Quinn and his baby. 
It's so...Quinn, don't you think?


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Ice-cold and unbreakable, Travis Quinn is the HORNET team's hard-ass. No weaknesses. Except, of course, for the accident that not only destroyed his career as a Navy SEAL, but left terrifying blanks in his memory. But Travis remembers everything about Mara Escareno--the curve of her lips, the feel of her body...and how he walked out on her suddenly six weeks ago.

Mara could never resist the dangerously sexy Travis, which is probably how she ended up pregnant and disowned by her family. But before Travis can fully process the news, Mara is kidnapped by his enemies and plunged into the violent, merciless world of human trafficking. They want Travis—and the information locked within his damaged memory—no matter the cost. And now Travis's enemies have discovered his only weakness...Mara

Release Day: February 24, 2015

Available from:
Amazon - Barnes & Noble - iTunes - Kobo
Add to Goodreads

Friday, February 20, 2015

Broken Honor Countdown, Day 5: Quinn & Mara's first meeting

Quinn and Mara have a bit of a complicated history. They met when Quinn served as her bodyguard in July (2 months after the events of SEAL of Honor) and then he returned and spent a week with her in November after the events in Honor Reclaimed. At the beginning of Broken Honor, Quinn's trying to convince himself he doesn't miss her when she calls him with some life-changing news.

Originally, I had written their first meeting into Broken Honor, but I realized it was all backstory and eventually cut those scenes. It hurt to do, so I kept them with the intent of writing a prequel—but then realized I didn't have enough material. Not enough happened during those first two meetings to warrant a book, or even a novella. So instead of letting these scenes gather dust in my computer, I'm going to share a few of them with you now.

Enjoy!

*please keep in mind this is completely unedited material, so forgive me any typos and/or inconsistencies*

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EL PASO, TEXAS
JULY

“Oh no you don’t, you little bastard. Stay with me!”
Travis Quinn thumped a hand on the Nissan’s dashboard as the air conditioner sputtered—A/C CPR he started calling it after the fifth time the car pulled this shit. But his lifesaving efforts did absolutely nothing to help the dying system. After one last wheeze of pain, it gave up the ghost. And, lookie, the gas gauge just went too. Blown fuse. 
Heat swamped the tiny car’s interior and Quinn sat back in his seat with a groan. Figures that during the hottest, driest Texas summer on record, he’d get stuck on stakeout duty in El-fucking-Paso, watching the home of a woman who might be a target due to her father pissing off all the wrong people in Ciudad Juarez.
“Yeah, thanks a whole lot for this, Gabe,” he muttered even though Gabe Bristow was working in a nice cool office on the other side of the city and couldn’t hear him. He loved the guy dearly, but right now, sweaty and miserable, he couldn’t think of one kind thing to say about his best friend. Gabe might as well have sent him on a mission to Hell. At least it’d be cooler there.
And of course, his rental car was a nondescript foreign P.O.S. with a broken A/C.
Fine. He’d probably be cooler with the windows down anyway.
Or… maybe not. There was no hint of a breeze in the stale, oppressive air. The temperature reading on the Bank of the West sign across the street from the duplex he was watching just went up again, topping out at one-hundred and fourteen sweltering degrees Fahrenheit. Which, the radio weatherman delighted in repeating every twenty minutes or so, was two degrees above the previous record high for July set in 1979.
Christ. Never thought it’d happen, but he missed Baltimore more with each passing hour.  
Wiping sweat from his brow with the edge of his already damp T-shirt, he grabbed his book from the passenger seat. He’d been trying to read it for over a year now and couldn’t put his finger on why the finishing the damn thing was so important to him. It was a nothing-special paperback thriller like hundreds of others he’d read over the years, but the need to finish it had eaten at him since he woke up with a cracked skull in the hospital last year. Except every time he tried, the words on the page bled together into a giant inkblot, which had been happening to him with alarming frequency nowadays.
“No.” He pressed his fingers to his eyelids. He was just tired and the heat was getting to him. This new eye problem had nothing—nothing—to do with the car accident that ended his SEAL career. He only needed to rest his eyes for a moment…
A hand touched his shoulder and he jolted. Pure instinct had him twisting the arm attached to the hand and shoving a gun into the torso attached to the arm before he realized how small that hand, arm, and torso were.
A woman.
She gave squeak of pain like a frightened mouse and dropped the pitcher she carried. Lemonade splashed the front of her long sundress, plastering the plain blue cotton to curves that should be illegal on any woman, but especially on her petite frame.
He let go of her abruptly. Thrown off-balance, she stumbled backwards and he was out of the car in the next instant, catching her waist before she landed on her ass.
And a very fine ass it was.
The photos he’d seen of Mara Escareno before leaving HORNET’s temporary base hadn’t done her justice. Some men might consider her chubby for her five-foot-three height, but with his hands still on her waist, he didn’t think so at all. She was… luscious… and it took far more effort than it should have to release his grip. 
And, baby, did pretty little Mara have plenty to grab.
Okay, that thought wasn’t inappropriate at all. Quinn clenched his jaw and mentally berated himself. Mixing business with pleasure was so far beyond appropriate that he hated himself for considering, even for a fleeting second, taking Mara Escareno to bed. Sure, Gabe had mixed the two back in May and it turned out okay with him happily married to an amazing woman, but for the most part, it was a no-no. Gabe even admitted that he was wrong to get involved with Audrey during her brother’s hostage situation. And Gabe never admitted he was wrong.  
“What are you doing out here?” The words came out harsher than he’d intended and Mara flinched back as if he’d struck her.
“I—I—” Biting her lush lower lip—naturally drawing his gaze straight to her mouth, goddammit—she looked around the busy street as if searching for a place to run.
Great, he was scaring her. Way to go, hotshot.
He gentled his voice. “You need to go inside and lock your doors, Ms. Escareno. Until the FBI catches the person who tried to kill your father, you’re in danger.”
She nodded, picked up the pitcher, and hugged it to her amazing chest. “I’m sorry.” She kept her eyes on her feet. “I know I should have stayed inside but I thought maybe… maybe you needed something cool to drink. You’ve been sitting here in the heat for hours.”
Hours?
Quinn ducked his head into the car to check his cell phone’s screen. Shit, hours was right. Last he’d checked it was barely noon. Now it was well after three and he had a flurry of missed calls from the team. Eight from Gabe, four from Jesse Warrick, one each from Jean-Luc Cavalier, Marcus Deangelo, Harvard, and even the ever-cantankerous Ian Reinhardt.
Christ.
He thumbed the number one button, speed-dialing Gabe, who snapped it up before the first full ring. “Where the fuck have you been?”
Oh yeah, he was not happy and sounded stressed. Gabe, stressed? The two words didn’t occur together in the same sentence very often. Something was up.
“I—” You what, genius? Go ahead and tell him you lost time again. In fact, tell him how often it happens. He’ll really love that.
Not. Gabe would be worried as a friend and a boss and then Quinn would be out of a job. Bad enough he was no longer a SEAL. If he couldn’t work with HORNET either, he’d have nothing.
He spotted a coffee shop on the corner, still in view of Mara’s apartment, and got an idea. “I was baking to death in the car, so I moved to a coffee shop down the street. Forgot my phone.”
Gabe stayed silent for a solid ten seconds. “You forgot your phone.”
“Yeah. Just realized it and ran back.” He saw Mara’s eyes widen at the lie and turned his back on her. “What’s up?”
Gabe’s continued silence was as telling as a flat-out denouncement; he didn’t believe it. Hell, Quinn wouldn’t have believed it himself.
“What’s up?” he asked again before Gabe called him out on the lie.
Gabe exhaled hard. “Ramon Escareno was attacked in his hospital room about an hour ago.”
Quinn’s gaze flicked to Mara, who was still watching him with wide, oh so innocent dark brown eyes. “How bad?”
“He’s alive.”
“Good.” He really hadn’t wanted to break the news to Mara that her father had been killed on their watch. He didn’t do well with female tears. “But how exactly did the bad guy get past Marcus and Jean-Luc in the first place?” The two assigned to guard Senator Ramon Escareno were goofballs, but they never slacked on their duties. “Were they hurt?”
“No. A nurse with family ties to the Juarez Syndicate got past the FBI guards, then slipped our guys a mickey in their coffee and tried to inject the senator’s IV bag with something. Marcus managed to subdue her and call for back-up before passing out.”
“Huh.” Not bad for a former G-man with only minimal training. Quinn hadn’t thought Marcus had that kind of fight in him. Then again, maybe he should have expected it. He and Gabe had spent the last two months ruthlessly honing their new team’s abilities to a lethal edge, after all.  
“We’ve moved to high alert,” Gabe said, “so you need to get your ass up to Mara’s apartment and sit with her.”
“No safe house?”
“No. We think her place is still secure.” His voice faded on the last word as he leaned away from the phone and muttered to someone nearby. Then he came back. “Jesse says you’d better not let her out of your sight or he’ll personally kick your ass into retirement.”
Quinn grunted. Jesse Warrick couldn’t kick his ass anywhere and they both knew it. But seeing as Mara was the former Delta Force medic’s cousin and this was all very personal for him, Quinn decided to let the threat slide.
“Tell Jesse I’ve got her. She’s fine and she’s going to stay that way.”
“All right.” Pause. “And, Q? You’re going to tell me where you’ve really been for the past three hours once this is over.”
Uh-huh, sure he would. As soon as he came up with a more plausible lie. Quinn pocketed his phone and rubbed at the ache in his temples.
“Everything…okay?” Mara asked.
 No. Everything was not okay, but it had nothing to do with her or her family. His life, the one he’d so carefully woven for himself since the age of ten, was unraveling thread by thread and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do to stop it. Part of him, that ten-year-old boy, wanted to pack up, change his name, and start all over again.
“We need to get you inside,” he said.
“Is Ramon okay?”
“He’s no worse than he was.” Realizing how evasive and cold that sounded, he added softly, “But another attempt was made on his life. We stopped it, but we’re on high alert now and I need to get you up to your apartment where it’s safe.”
She nodded and clutched the pitcher like a child would a teddy bear. “Okay.”
Quinn grabbed his book and stuffed it in his go bag, shut and locked his oven of a rental car, then waited for Mara to lead the way across the street to her duplex.
As they crossed the street to the tan stucco house, Quinn searched for something to say to ease the sudden tension in her spine, but came up blank. Probably for the better anyway. He sucked with words.
As she stepped up onto the porch in front of him, he found his gaze wandering down her backside despite his best efforts to be a gentleman. But how could he not look? The woman had a body made for sex. Just too bad she hid it under such a dowdy dress. And she was his principal. And Jesse’s cousin.
Fuck. He really shouldn’t be thinking about her like this.
Mara finally stopped in front of her door and he nearly walked into her. She paused with her hand on the knob and looked toward him, but wouldn’t meet his gaze.
“Are you allergic to animals?”
Why would she ask that? Quinn studied the apartment door with a rising sense of trepidation, picturing cats lounging on every available surface inside. He wasn’t allergic, but nor did he particularly care for them.
“Uh, no,” he said.
“Good.” She smiled and opened the door into a large living room lined with bookshelves. A three-legged dog met her, its tail a blur of blond fur as it danced around her legs. Then it noticed him and stopped moving. The hair on the back of its neck bristled and a soft growl rumbled in its throat.
“BJ,” Mara scolded. “It’s okay. Friend. This is...Oh! I don’t think I know your name.”
“Sorry.” How stupid of him not to introduce himself. And how reckless of her for not asking before now. For all she knew, he could work for the people that wanted her father dead. He dug his wallet out of his back pocket and showed her his old military ID. “My name is Travis Quinn.”
“This is Travis, BJ,” she told the little dog and it struck a raw nerve inside him to hear someone besides himself speak his first name. Nobody had called him that in years. “Travis is a friend. That’s right. Friend. Now let her sniff your hand.”
Quinn wasn’t so sure he wanted his hand anywhere near all those sharp little teeth, but did as instructed. BJ sniffed him and her bushy, semi-curled tail started a slow wag.
Mara laughed and set the lemonade pitcher on a round, two-person dining table. “She likes you. Guess that means you’re one of the good guys. Dogs are the best judges of character.”
He highly doubted that because the thoughts going through his head as she bent over to pick up the scruffy mutt were not the thoughts of a good man. It had been years since he had allowed himself to really lust after a woman, but he now wanted Mara Escareno with a nearly physical ache. He pictured grabbing her lush hips and pulling her back against him, lifting her skirt and driving himself deep into her soft body. She’d be hot and tight, accept every inch of him and still want more. His breath quickened at the mental image of her gripping the back of the couch, her body arching, her head thrown back in pleasure...and he felt like a complete sleaze-ball. A sweet, timid thing like her would run screaming if she had even an inkling of what was going on his mind.
And she was Jesse’s cousin. Jesse’s. Cousin. One hundred percent off limits.
Get that through your thick skull, man.
Something furry knocked into Quinn's legs and he glanced down, expecting the dog.  Instead, an ugly orange cat that was twice as big as the dog stared back at him with one squinty green eye. The cat let out a meow that sounded like a command.
“Oh, sorry.” Mara laughed a little and bent down to scoop up the mammoth cat. “Hawkeye, be nice.”
“Hawkeye?” She had to realize how ironic it was to name a one-eyed cat that.
“Like from M*A*S*H.”
“Ah.” He motioned to the dog, who was making herself comfortable in the bed beside the couch. “BJ and Hawkeye. Nice. I used to watch the reruns all the time.” He couldn’t quite keep the nostalgia out of his tone. M*A*S*H had been one of his favorites before the accident had screwed with his head. Now watching TV gave him massive migraines.
“It was my Dad’s favorite, so…” Mara shrugged and twisted a too-big watch around her wrist. “Um, I also used to have a pair of lovebirds named Hot Lips and Major Burns.”
A laugh burst out of Quinn in a rush, catching him by surprise. Christ, he hadn’t laughed in… He couldn’t remember the last time, but it felt good. Mara laughed too and, wow, she lit up when she smiled like that. Seriously lit up the room like a signal flare. He cleared his throat, schooled his face back into a blank mask.  
“Um. So,” she said after an awkward moment and set Hawkeye down. A blush bloomed on her cheeks over her caramel complexion. “You work for Jesse? How long have you known him?”
He shook his head and forced himself to look away from her. Yeah, Jesse Warrick was a nice, safe topic. “A couple months, and you got it backwards. He works for me. I’m the team’s XO.”
She blinked. “Oh.”
“It stands for executive officer,” he said, mostly just to fill the awkward silence. “What we call the second-in-command in the Navy. Gabe—you met him yesterday—he’s our CO. Commanding officer.”
“He’s the one you called?”
“Yes.”
Mara bit down on her lower lip. “So why did you lie to him if he’s your superior?”
“He’s more like my partner.” Quinn hoped like hell she didn’t call him out for the evasion that answer was. She didn’t. Instead, she wrung her hands and looked around the apartment as if lost.
“Mara.” He waited until she lifted her gaze, but again she only looked in his general direction, didn’t meet his eyes. “Just go about your usual routine. Pretend I’m not here.”
“I...” She glanced down at her dress, still plastered to her curves by the spilled lemonade. “I was going to take a shower.”
Quinn barely suppressed a groan. Just the image he and his half-hard cock didn’t need. Her, naked, curves slicked with soap, steam rising...
He cleared his throat. “Go ahead. I’ll stay out here. Promise.”
He’d meant to comfort her, but her face blazed red and her eyes widened as if the thought of him trying to join her hadn’t even occurred to her until he mentioned it.
Good going, you idiot.
Mara wrapped her arms around herself and started backing toward the living room. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Make yourself at home.”

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Oh, good lord.
Mara pressed her hands to her hot cheeks as the shower water beat down on her head. Why did she have to be so awkward? Why couldn’t she flirt like a normal woman? She never in her wildest dreams—which, incidentally, weren’t all that wild—imagined she’d have a man like Travis Quinn in her home. Never thought someone like him would look at her as if he wanted to strip her down to bare skin and lick her in places she’d probably never been licked.
She shivered despite the hot water. And she yearned. If she were a bolder woman, she’d strut out there in a towel. Or maybe nothing at all. She would sidle up to that man and kiss him square on that hard mouth of his. Maybe reach down and cup him through his jeans.
God, it had been so long. So, so long. She barely recalled the last time she had sex. It had been that unmemorable. If she tried, she might be able to recall the boyfriend’s name and face, but he had been utterly forgettable too. Just another guy Ramon had set her up with.
Sex with Travis Quinn wouldn’t be forgettable. It’d be hard and fast and dirty. It’d be everything she’d always heard women whisper about but had never experienced. Did it make her a bad person that she wanted it? Just one night of abandon to explore her body and everything a man could make it feel. One night where she wasn’t restricted by her stepfather’s old world, machismo ways.
Mara felt a quick stab of guilt as she rinsed out her hair. Here she was wishing for a wild night of sex while her mother sat in the hospital beside Ramon’s bed as he fought for life. But the guilt passed quickly. Maybe that made her a horrible person, but Ramon had made that bed he now lay in. Her brother had long suspected their stepfather of being a part of El Sindicato’s corrupt world, which was why Matt had legally changed his last name back to Warrick and joined the Army at age eighteen with Jesse, and now refused to come home for even the shortest visit. For her mother’s sake, Mara hadn’t wanted to believe Ramon would have anything to do with El Sindicato.
But now…
Well, the proof was standing out in her living room. She just couldn’t feel sorry for Ramon for getting himself shot and putting both her and her mother in so much danger that they needed bodyguards.
Not that she was complaining about her particular bodyguard. Travis Quinn was probably the sexiest man she’d ever seen. Tall, with a chest that put even the hunkiest A-list actor to shame, and eyes like storm clouds. He wouldn’t handle her with kid gloves. She may be inexperienced, but she would have to be blind to miss the heat smoldering in his eyes as they traced over her lemonade-soaked dress. He wanted her too. Even better, he wasn’t the type to kiss and tell.
Mara shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, an idea percolating in her brain. She used her towel to wipe steam off the mirror and then wrapped it around herself. Put on deodorant and—no, not perfume. Scented lotion. She ran a brush through her curling hair and wondered if she should put on makeup. No, that would be too obvious.
Heart hammering, she set the brush down and stared at her reflection. “Are you really going to do this?”

Yes. Yes, she was. She was going to be bold and take control of her sexuality. She was going to try to seduce Travis Quinn.

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Ice-cold and unbreakable, Travis Quinn is the HORNET team's hard-ass. No weaknesses. Except, of course, for the accident that not only destroyed his career as a Navy SEAL, but left terrifying blanks in his memory. But Travis remembers everything about Mara Escareno--the curve of her lips, the feel of her body...and how he walked out on her suddenly six weeks ago.

Mara could never resist the dangerously sexy Travis, which is probably how she ended up pregnant and disowned by her family. But before Travis can fully process the news, Mara is kidnapped by his enemies and plunged into the violent, merciless world of human trafficking. They want Travis—and the information locked within his damaged memory—no matter the cost. And now Travis's enemies have discovered his only weakness...Mara

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