Friday, July 25, 2014

Undaunted, from Charity Parkerson hear her #playlist #sports erotica

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BOOK INFORMATION

Title – Undaunted Series – No Rival, #2 Author – Charity Parkerson Genre – Sports Erotica Publication Date – May 30, 2014 Length (Pages/# Words) – 100/ 34,069 Publisher – Ellora’s Cave Publishing Cover Artist – Publisher

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BOOK SYNOPSIS

Book 2 in the No Rival series

What happens in the fight club stays in the fight club.

Brothers, Rhys and Knox, have been in love with the same woman for years. While Rhys has been open about his feelings toward Mandy, he’s kept her firmly locked in the friend zone. That is, until a night filled with too much alcohol explodes into passion.

Unfortunately, while Rhys doesn’t remember a minute of it, Mandy remembers every detail all too well. As secrets and betrayals begin to unravel their friendship, Knox seizes his chance to—finally—claim Mandy as his own.

With two sexy fighters squaring off to win her heart, Mandy must decide which to choose—the charming reprobate who’s been the center of her desire, yet always wrecks her life, or the merciless bad boy who wants to give her the world.

Inside Scoop: This sexy tale includes male/male encounters that may have you wishing for two sexy fighters of your own.

A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

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EXCERPT

“Just tell us what you need and we’re your men.”

Ryan’s teasing, upbeat personality kept her smiling and she immediately felt at ease. “Get naked and act natural,” she said, somehow managing to keep a straight face.

Max groaned. “Great. Now there’s two of them. Don’t give him permission, Mandy. We’ll never get his clothes back on.”

“Fine,” she huffed, breaking out her best pout. “You will have to take your shirts off, though.” Max flashed a flirtatious glance her way that left her blushing as he stripped his shirt off. Oddly, she knew he didn’t mean it. Some people were overtly more sexual than others were. It was more of a vibe he owned. It was as if he couldn’t help himself. Of course, the knowledge did nothing to stop her face from burning every time he turned it in her direction. The third time blood flooded her cheeks, she felt Knox’s heat pressing into her back. Her heart slammed against her chest at the contact. He was everywhere. Overwhelming. Unmovable.

“He’s not for you.” His breath fanned across her neck as the whispered warning rang in her ears. The bite in his tone rolled over her skin. As he strode away, she watched the smooth movement of his body. Untamed. The word floated through her mind and she couldn’t let it go. He was a predator. Each time he was near, a shot of adrenaline pumped through her veins when she survived the encounter. One day, she wouldn’t.

After a few posed shots, Mandy focused on the action. “I’d love to get as many pictures as I can, if you want to take turns sparring. I’m not picky. However the three of you choose to pair up is fine with me.”

Knox gave her a sharp nod, and Ryan came over to stand at her side on the edge of the mat. Squaring off, Max and Knox circled one another. Staring down at the digital screen, Mandy zoomed in on Knox and her chest tightened even as she continued snapping pictures.

“Better Max than me,” Ryan said startling her with his tight tone.

Keeping her focus on her task, Mandy tried to keep the curiosity from showing in her voice. “Scared of getting your ass handed to you, huh?” she teased.

“An ass-kicking I can handle. I have no desire to die. Underground fighters train to compete with only one rule in mind. To the death. I mean, judging by Knox’s lifestyle, the money is good, but it takes a certain mentality to go into every match to kill or be killed.”

Mandy could hear her heart pounding in her ears. Her gaze slid over his body with a new eye as she searched for any truth to Ryan’s claim. The light glimmered off the silver rings in his nipples. Sleek muscles flexed and rolled as he poised for any opening. There wasn’t a hint of emotion on his face when he found one and took Max down to the mat. All the deep scars and bruises covering his body made themselves known in light of the new insight. Appearing content with a simple submission, Knox helped an unscathed Max to his feet.

“Oh, good. He didn’t kill him. I am a bit attached to him, after all.”

Knox looked in their direction at Ryan’s words. Raw sensuality dripped from his pores. His eyes darkened with lust. Electricity charged the air between them. Excitement pounded through Mandy. Her nipples ached and a tingle began at the base of her spine.

Ryan cleared his throat. “Whoa,” he muttered under his breath. “He’s going to do such naughty things to you and I want details,” he sang as he walked away heading in Max’s direction.

BOOK SOUNDTRACK

Hate me—Blue October Let it Go—Blue October Closer—NIN U Got it Bad—Usher Nothing—The Script Bleed—Hot Chelle Ray Broken—Lifehouse Hanging by a moment—Lifehouse One More Night—Maroon 5 It’s been awhile—Staind Say Something—Great Big World

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AUTHOR BIO

Charity Parkerson is an award winning and multi-published author with Ellora's Cave Publishing. Born with no filter from her brain to her mouth, she decided to take this odd quirk and insert it in her characters.

*2013 Readers' Favorite Award Winner *2013 Reviewers' Choice Award Winner *ARRA Finalist for Favorite Paranormal Romance *Five-time winner of The Mistress of the Darkpath

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Wednesday, July 23, 2014

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Title – Project Lexi Series – The Lexi Series Author – Lisa Survillas Genre – NA/Contemporary Romance Publication Date – June 19, 2014 Publisher – Lisa Survillas Cover Artist – Cover design by Kimberly Knight Photographs for cover - Geanette Trumbull of www.TLCbyG.com

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Book Blurb/Synopsis

Lexi Crandall’s, world is turned upside down junior year of high school. Her confession tears her family apart and leaves them broken. Looking for escape, she heads out of town for college. Wracked with guilt and shame, she keeps to herself, befriending only her roommate, Paige.

Derek Fressen experiences one tragedy after another. After learning to cope with being raised by a single mom, he and his sister, Tiffany, become closer than ever. When Tiffany escapes Seattle for college, Derek takes the opportunity to leave his past behind as well.

San Francisco State University is where Lexi and Derek find themselves junior year, thrown into the most uncomfortable situation possible, a group project that requires each to open up about their past. Their grade depends upon the ability to prove to the professor through a class presentation that they truly learned about one another.

Painful memories and terrifying tests of courage propel Lexi to learn how to take baby steps in the healing process and give her hope of one day feeling normal. Although he feels he’s pretty well healed from the horrible events of his past, Derek is lonely and longing for a life of more. Will they be able to share enough of their lives with each other to pass this class? How much will Lexi let Derek help her in the process? Are their tragic pasts too much to overcome, or will love be in their future?

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EXCERPT

I can’t get her to look at me, I think she’s ashamed that she has no experience to go with. When I’m finally begging, she looks up and I can’t help it. She looks so lost, so sad. I know that she just needs the courage, but how will she ever find it if she doesn’t know what the reward is like? So I lean over, I place my hand on her cheek, and my lips on hers. She doesn’t freak out, so I use my tongue to entice her. I run it along her lower lip. I feel her breathing pick up and I’m nervous she’ll push me away, but when she doesn’t I try to coax her lips apart so I can really kiss her. When she opens them, her tongue meets mine and I have to keep repeating to myself, “Slow, slow, slow,” or my body might take over and try to push her past her limits. She’s not ready for more than this.

I don’t let myself linger too long. I would love to kiss her all night, but she needs baby steps. I need to give her that or this won’t work. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself, but I should’ve made sure it was okay first.” I say it knowing that she needed the surprise of it or it would’ve never happened.

Her response takes me by surprise, “Don’t. Be. Sorry.” She is breathing hard and can’t form a sentence. I love it. That means she loved it. When she brings her hand up to touch her lips, I know I can make this better for her. I stop her hand with mine and leaving the other on her cheek, I lean back in for a deeper kiss. She responds immediately. I make this one longer, but not much. This time when I pull back, we are both panting for air.

“Wow.” A simple statement from her confirming that she liked it.

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AUTHOR BIO

I'm Lisa. I live in sunny southern California with my wonderful husband and two teenage children. Hubbyis a high school PE teacher and is the coach of three different high school sports. With two kids in high school and involved in activities both inside and outside of school, I have a lot to juggle. When home, I lock myself inside the office to write. I've always loved to write, but life always seemed to be too busy. When inspiration finally hit, I made the most of the time hubby and kids were busy and published my first book in February 2014. It's a teen/young adult book and the first in a series. I'm currently working on a New Adult/Contemporary Romance series with the first book due out end of June 2014. Be on the look-out for more.

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Wednesday, July 16, 2014

The Black Lion stalks by today as #eroticromance author Elodie Parkes visits with her new Hot Ink Press release





Thank you for inviting me to the blog today to talk about my new release with Hot Ink Press, ‘The Black Lion’.



The idea for the story came to me on one of my work trips when I passed a spooky old hotel place with a sign hanging outside like one of those old Highwayman type inns. The words, ‘The Black Lion’ were written on the sign, but there was no picture, and the place itself could have been anything. Paint peeled off the big door and there were no lights on inside, even though it was twilight and quite dark because of the rainy weather.

In the story, I describe the doors, but the peeling paint becomes old posters for bands that have played in my version of a club, ‘The Black Lion.’

The title is also a pun on the nature of one of the characters.





When Melissa fleetingly meets Sascha in a nightclub, she hopes he will approach her.

Sascha has secrets and it’s a long time since there was a woman in his life.

Unknown to both of them someone watches jealously.

Will this jealousy stop the budding romance between two people who both have something to hide?

An erotic, paranormal romance, full of surprises.



Read an excerpt:



G rated  (18 + after)

Gnawing hunger forced him from his sanctuary. He traveled swiftly over the rooftops and down the alley to the nightclub on the outskirts of the city. Human scents swamped him in the warm summer night. Perfumes, dirty hair and clothes, fragrant food, desire, all mixed with the overwhelming lure of blood. He drifted to the paved ground a little way from the red lacquered door of The Black Lion. His boots made a muffled thud as he landed. He adjusted his jacket, ran his hands through his thick, dark hair, and approached the closed door.

A few promotional posters for former guest bands curled on the dimpled wood. The door opened to his push. Sascha knew it would. When the club closed, the door would be locked with bolts and a bar on the inside. He walked down the short corridor toward the swirling darkness, the thump of base, the promise of a meal.

“Evening, Sascha. You’re early tonight.” Gary, the bouncer, grinned at him from the arched entrance to the nightclub dance floor.

Sascha glanced at the closed hatch of the entrance ticket booth behind Gary. The club only charged after midnight. He pasted his charming smile on his face.

“Yeah, it’s been a boring day, thought I’d start early tonight.” Sascha sauntered to the bar. There were few people around. It would get busy later. Friday night usually was. A large group of young women danced in a circle to the thumping music. A couple propped up the bar at the far end. A young man lounged against one of the pillars, watching the circle of swaying breasts and asses. Sascha inhaled the delicious aroma of the barman. “Gin and tonic, Jeff, thanks.”

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014, Hot Ink Press



18+ R

Sascha gazed at the young woman, whose name, Melissa, he’d stored away like a precious jewel. He memorized the heart shaped face, the big green eyes, the dimple in her right cheek. He moistened his top lip with the tip of his tongue as he considered her mouth. That bottom lip needs sucking. I’d love to hold her close, just feel her warmth against me. I’d like more…I bet her hair feels like silk. He sighed as his gaze traced the length of her glossy chestnut hair. It fell around her shoulders and down her back. Sascha longed to grasp a handful, pull her close, and kiss her. He imagined it. His cock hardened as he recalled her scent when she stood in front of him. He thought about her look in the mirror. She was interested in him. It was obvious, and his own ineptitude was why he stood staring down at her, instead of grasping her to his naked form, fucking her hard. I could have compelled her. I could have tasted her cream, pushed my fingers into it, slid them over her clit. I could have licked her lips, her breasts. I could have her hands wrapped around my cock. I could have her writhing under me, coming, and driving me insane with her softness. I could give her so much love…

His thoughts were suddenly invaded by a low voice to his left.

“She’s not for you, brother. I see your scrutiny. I saw her first.”

Sascha prickled with anger at the voice and himself for not hearing the approach, nor scenting this man who leaned casually against the barrier. His fury burned in his chest and he whispered dangerously. “Who the hell are you?”

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014 Hot Ink Press



Find ‘The Black Lion’ retailing at .99 cents and equivalent on all Amazons, July 16, 2014 http://www.amazon.com/Black-Lion-Elodie-Parkes-ebook/dp/B00LU918A6


About the author:

Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.


She has also released titles as an individual indie author.



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Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Time to confess as we head for New Orleans and a new release 'Confessions of a Sex Addict' hits the shelves #erotic romance #hot off the press

Authors ~ Confessions of a Sex Addict



MIDNIGHT SECRETS - JINNI JAMES



Jinni James lives in her beloved state of Alabama with her amazing husband, her two precious girls, and her awesome stepdaughter along with her lazy cat and her hyperactive dog.  She works during the day as an administrative assistant with her characters talking in her ear all day as she answers phones, works on spreadsheets, and files. As soon as the day winds down Jinni goes home to her family, gets everyone settled, then finally sits at her keyboard and aspires to becoming the author that lives in her head.

Jinni has two books in her Immortal Shifters series, Shifting Hearts and Immortally Torn.  Secret Cravings Publishing just published her novel Business and Pleasure.  She also has a short series, Erotic Encounters that is out now as well.  All of her books can be found on Amazon and other online retailers.






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CLIP MY WINGS - ELODIE PARKES



Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.

Elodie writes for Hot Ink PressMoon Rose PublishingEternal PressSecret CravingsEvernight , Siren, and Ra Jones Publishing



She has also released titles as an individual indie author.




A new kind of erotic romance, always with a twist.

Cool stories: Hot love scenes.



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VOYEUR - ELECTRA VON DREGO




EVD is an international socialite and collateral descendant of U.S. President James Knox Polk. When she isn't writing, she reads and often entertains at her home in Monte Carlo where she raises money for various charities. She has not been seen since Brazil's first win at the World Cup in June 2014.

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I’M A GOOD GIRL, REALLY - HUNTER S. JONES




Writer. Exile on Peachtree Street.

 I make things up and write them down.

The art form I create when writing is much more interesting than anything you will ever know or learn about me. However, since you ask, I have lived in Tennessee and Georgia my entire life, except for one “lost summer” spent in Los Angeles. My first published stories were for a local underground rock publication in Nashville. Since then, I have published articles on music, fashion, art, travel and history.

October 2013 saw the launch of a novel collaboration, SEPTEMBER ENDS, contemporary fiction laced with romance, erotic and supernatural elements, bound by poetry. SEPTEMBER ENDS has been labeled an “Indie Sensation” due the critical reception and international recognition the novel has received. 

Look for the first RA Jones Anthology to be released July 15, 2014. Confessions of a Sex Addict is four sultry erotic romance stories set in contemporary New Orleans. The second Ra Jones Anthology is scheduled in November 2014. Eight erotic writers with eight stories, all based on one word, which is the title.

More soon…

You can connect with me at the following social media sites:




about.me/huntersjones101



www.thehuntersjones.blogspot.com – Exile on Peachtree Street


Read excerpts:

CONFESSIONS of a SEX ADDICT



A Ra Jones Anthology



18+ Excerpt





MIDNIGHT SECRETS by Jinni James



He scoots his chair closer. The metal scraping across the pavement causes a loud screech until I feel his knee press against mine. “Do any of them make your heart race the way it is right now?” My mouth feels full of cotton as I try to speak, but not a word comes out. I just nod my head back and forth. Adam brushes the wavy hair off my shoulder so that it falls behind me and gets so close to my neck that I can feel his breath against my ear lobe. “Do any of them cause the blood to boil in your veins like this?” I shake my head again. My breathing intensifies as his hand is placed carefully against my thigh. “Those other guys can’t do what I can do for you, Andi.” He whispers in my ear, “Let’s forget everything else for tonight and just be. Let’s get lost with each other. Let me show you the guilty pleasures you’ve only heard about.”

It doesn’t take much convincing. I was ready to leave the minute his hand touched me. The jolts of electricity I felt through my leg when his hand rested there caused me to soak my black panties within seconds. He places a small kiss to the base of my neck beneath my ear. “Come with me, Andi.” I don’t care if he means literally or sexually, but I’m on board.

I nod my head “yes” as I turn to meet his eyes with my own. “What are we waiting for?”

“Absolutely nothing.”

  
Clip my Wing by Elodie Parkes



Across the square, Drew bundled the boxes of decorative candles into the trunk area of his SUV. He eyed the swinging hips of the young woman walking by. His fingers itched to tweak the tendrils of hair escaping from the loose ponytail so that she turned her face to him. His stomach ached, desire flamed, and he sighed. He closed the door and went back inside. Maybe Sadie would give him a few kisses. He’d nailed her long ago, a year ago maybe, and she often hinted at wanting a repeat performance. Drew walked through the shop to the stock room.

Sadie was three steps up a ladder. Her bare legs taunted him. Her colorful skirt swathed her curvy ass and as she turned to his footfall, the angle of her body accentuated her ample breasts in her white blouse.

Used to taking liberties, Drew ran his palm up her calf, and on up the inside of her thigh.

Sadie slid her arms around his neck to bring her face close to his. She leaned into him, a sigh of disappointment escaping as he moved his hand from the top of her thigh.

“Don’t tease, Drew. You know I want you.”

Drew lifted her with one strong arm, and pulled her legs around his waist with the other.

She smiled at this and clung to him.

He tasted the seam of her lips with the tip of his tongue. The kisses he hoped for rained on his mouth and Drew walked with Sadie to the other side of the shelving, out of sight, and into semi-darkness. He sat down on the cushioned top of a small step stool, and brought Sadie to straddle him. “I need you bad.” He whispered the words as he kissed up Sadie’s neck and dragged her skirt up around her waist. “I’m desperate for you. You smell so good.” His fingers traced her pussy over the soft, dampening fabric of her underwear, and he sucked on her bottom lip. “My cock’s so hard, for you, Sadie.” He pulled the gusset of her panties aside and thrust a finger into her pussy. He muffled a low moan torn from him at the feel of her. She was drenched. Her cream slipped around his finger and he pushed in another. With his open mouth against her cheek, he dotted wet kisses along to her lips, and thrust his tongue into her mouth in time to the rhythm of his fingers pumping in her pussy. “You feel so good.” His breath caught and his words slurred.

Sadie unzipped his jeans and touched the head of his engorged cock with a fingertip. Cum leaked from the slit, his balls lifted, and his stomach muscles tightened. Drew groaned. “I’m going to fuck you now.” He lifted her to stand, yanked down his jeans so that his huge, aching cock sprang free, and brought her back to straddle him in one flow of energy. He pulled aside the leg of her panties again and slipped into her warm, wet pussy.

Drew groaned as he pressed her down hard onto his cock. The lace of her panties, an extra delight against his skin, he clasped her hips, and rocked her. The muscles in the tops of his arms tightened, standing out as he slid her up and down on his cock. He wouldn’t last. He bit her bottom lip and kissed her softly. “I’m close to coming.”

Sadie’s sighs and soft sounds of pleasure reached him through a fog of lust. “So am I. This is so great. It feels so good.” She nuzzled his neck.

Drew let himself go and fucked her hard. His orgasm stormed over his lower body. He thrust even after the delicious waves left him weak. He couldn’t stop wanting more and more. He slid his hand between their bodies and pressed a finger to Sadie’s clit. He circled, pinched, and stroked until she came on him, on his cock, still hard inside her, and on his fingertip, whispering his name into his open mouth.





Voyeur by Electra von Drego

“I like to watch,” I say when my turn comes. “I don’t do anything illegal. I just like to watch.”

The others nod. They strike me as people that might enjoy watching.

“There is this place that I go to. It’s a club hidden behind a bar. It’s been there for years and years. Rumor has it it’s been there since before the Civil War. Maybe even when Louisiana was still French territory.”

“I know this place,” a woman says. “I’ve been there. I like when they have theme nights.”

I smile at her a bit. “I like those nights too. The last time I was there, it was Warriors and Virgins night. There is this man I like to watch. He’s very good at putting on a show. He calls himself Ronan, which is not his real name. He has a lot to lose by being discovered at a place like the Club. But he likes to be watched as much as I like to watch, so the arrangement works well for us. I’m here because of something that happened there. Something different. I crossed a line I never thought I would cross.” 

“Tell us,” the moderator says as he leans into the circle. He has the eyes of a voyeur. Curious and filled with mirth.

I smile. “The evening went like this. Before we left the place where we started the evening, he made me change from the simple and non-descript trousers I wore into a slick, tight-fitting jumpsuit that made me look like a cat burglar. It wasn’t something I would choose for myself, but I have learned that when dealing with Ronan, sometimes it is best just to go along with what he wants. He has an instinct about these things.

“At the entrance to the Club, they know him. He’s allowed just to pass inside. I was stopped and a glowing orange band was placed around my wrist, the one they give to those of us who are there to watch. Rather than to prevent me from participating from what was happening in the club, it was more of a sign to others that I was simply there to watch and preferred not to be interfered with. I followed him into the club. I made certain to keep my distance. I’ll admit my cat burglar outfit made me feel different. I strutted more than I walked. There was no objection from me. This was part of the reason he agreed to let me watch him.”





I’m a Good Girl, Really by Hunter S. Jones



In no time, we were chatting away, the lights of the city that never sleeps zipping by us. The bottle of champagne practically disappeared and the car stopped. We were just friends, that’s all. Again, I thought, I’m a good girl.

John took my chin in one hand while reaching under my skirt with the other. I will never forget how that felt, how I practically melted into him.

He whispered softly, “We’re going in to have a good time. I’ll take care of you. Trust me.”

“John, I can’t do this. I’m scared. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”

Pulling his hand from between my legs, he said, “We’re just going to a club, Jennifer. You are about to have the best time you have ever had in your life. Just do what I tell you, okay?” Then, a darkness crossed him. “How do you think you moved up the ranks in the company?” He placed his hand on my hair. “You’re going to have to do what I say, understood?” There was something menacing about him as he looked me in the eye. Was he threatening my job, my career? Why would a man like him want an accountant when he could have any woman he wanted?

The wetness between my legs increased as he said one thing, but did another. He had me aroused and scared, all at the same time. He moved the string of my panties to one side and fingered me. Not knowing what to do, I opened my legs for him, but he whispered, “Not yet. You said you don’t want to.” He fisted my hair as he fingered me one more time. “You’ll want me so badly, you’ll be begging me, but now you’ll have to wait until I’m ready for you.” Opening the partition, he said to the limo driver, “We’re ready to go in now. Thank you.”

He turned to me and said roughly, “Let’s go in. You go to the dance floor first. I’ll meet you there.”

I wondered if he had drugged me. I was so compliant. But, this was dangerous, exciting. I wanted him and now it appeared that I had to accept what he had planned for me.

I was always the good girl, the sorority girl, the good friend, an accountant.

Something told me I wasn’t ready for this.

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