Release Tour/Giveaway

Title: Last Night
Author: Kim Deister
Genre: Psychological Thriller/Suspense
Release Date: September 21, 2019
Publisher: Tangled Tree Publishing

 
Terrifying visions torment Starra. Lost moments of time and flashes of images too horrific to accept fill her with icy fear so complete she can’t escape it. With too many unanswered questions, she needs answers. Now. It’s her only hope if she wants to save what’s left of her shattered mind and soul.
 
Unlike Starra, Mina cares nothing for her soul. Damned long ago, she’s too scarred for redemption. There are people meant to enjoy lives of love and family and friends. Mina isn’t one of these people. Her life is in the shadows, unafraid of the dark… until she realizes that something lurks in those shadows, something that wants to tear her apart.
 
One never knows what the darkness hides…

 



 

 



 

 
 
I was born and raised in a tiny town in the wilds of northern New York, a pretty, little college town called Potsdam. I grew up in a family of lawyers and teachers and bucked all the traditions. Before becoming a writer, I spent a lot of years wearing combat boots in the US Army. I spent most of my time in boots working as a Signals Intelligence Analyst (no jokes!) and a linguist. I also worked as a tech writer, an entirely different kind of writing, for Corning Glass Works. Now, I’m an Army wife and a mom to four sons.  Over the years, our Army life has taken us all over the place and I have been lucky enough to work and live in some pretty amazing places.  Now we live in Hawaii, just minutes from the beach!
 
I am a writer thoroughly in love with words. Reading them, writing them… I love that words can take you outside of your world and let the unimaginable become imaginable. When I’m not writing or lounging on the beach, I’m probably somewhere with my nose in a book.
 



 
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Title: River in Darkness
Series: River’s End Series
Author: Leanne Davis
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 22, 2019
Cover Design: Steven Novak

 

 

Iris Rydell has her dream job working at Rydell Rides. Her life and future are exactly as she wants them. She’s tough, respected by her co-workers, accepted by her family, and adores being a mechanic. There’s nothing she’s searching for.
 
Until Quinn Larkin, billionaire and city-transplant, shows up in River’s End with his broken-down car that Iris starts to fix. Quinn is immediately intrigued by Iris. She grabs his attention when nothing and no one else does.
 
Bored out of his mind by his job, his friends, his staff and his money… she’s the first person that’s held his attention for more than a conversation. It’s going to be a quick, fun weekend. They both get this. They both count on that. The problem is… no one’s ever not wanted Quinn before. And for the first time ever… he wants someone and something for far more than a weekend. He has to convince Iris that she wants them to be an “us.” And there is no greater challenge in Quinn’s life than that.
 
And for a while he succeeds.
 
But then one day something changes with Iris. She has a secret she’s hiding. A secret no one will ever be ready for.
 
A secret that will change everything, for everyone… forever. 
Leanne Davis writes new adult & contemporary romance. Her books have been listed on numerous Amazon bestseller lists, including the Movers & Shakers list and in Amazon’s Top 120 overall books. She is also a #1 Bestselling New Adult author by The Other Sister.
 
Leanne lives in Western Washington in the outskirts of Seattle. Rain, traffic and Starbucks really are a thing here. But so is endless evergreens, water and mountains. There is nowhere else she’d rather spend her time when not writing, than grabbing some coffee or slipping off into the natural wonders of the area.

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Title: His to Hold
Series: The Malone Brothers
Author: S.L. Sterling
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 23, 2019

 
 

Mia
All work and no play was a phrase I knew all too well. But that was about to change. Getting dumped at the start of my much overdue vacation was not how I planned to spend my time off. Neither was running into someone from my past. It was the last thing I expected…. but just what I needed.
 
My brother’s best friend was headed home when our paths collided at the airport during a massive storm. Twenty years of chemistry crackles around us like lightning, and we give in to what’s been a long time coming. 
 
From stranded old friends to insatiable lovers, spending a week together at his lake house, I’m reminded what it’s like to live in the moment. When I realize I didn’t really know him at all, I can’t help but think… I might have been his to hold, but could I be his to keep? 
 
Bryce 
I guess there are worse things than being forced into taking a vacation. I can think of a few. But being fresh out of a bad relationship, and in the middle of a huge merger, is not the ideal time to be jetting off for two weeks. 
 
One week in, I decide to cut my trip short, only to end up stranded at the airport. Just my luck. Everything changes when I run into my best friend’s little sister. Twenty years later, she’s all grown up and very much available. One thing leads to another, and we find ourselves back at my place riding out the storm and reconnecting in ways I never imagined.
 
Feelings that had been delayed are finally able to take flight. The girl who held my attention all those years ago is now the woman holding my heart. I’m falling fast, but when we end up face to face in the boardroom, will our vacation romance go from pleasure to business?
 
 

 

 

 
 
 
 
S.L. Sterling was born and raised in southern Ontario. She now lives in Northern Ontario Canada and is married to her best friend and soul mate and their two dogs. 
 
An avid reader all her life, S.L. Sterling dreamt of becoming an author. She decided to give writing a try after one of her favorite authors launched a course on how to write your novel. This course gave her the push she needed to put pen to paper and her debut novel “It Was Always You” was born. 
 
When S.L. Sterling isn’t writing or plotting her next novel she can be found curled up with a cup of coffee, blanket and the newest romance novel from one of her favorite authors on her e-reader. Her favorite authors include Kendall Ryan, Vi Keeland, Penelope Ward, Lauren Blakely, Alessandra Torre and Willow Winters. 
 
In her spare time, she enjoys camping, hiking, sunny destinations, spending quality time with family and friends and of course reading.

 




 
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Title: His to Hold
Series: The Malone Brothers
Author: S.L. Sterling
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 23, 2019

 
 

Mia
All work and no play was a phrase I knew all too well. But that was about to change. Getting dumped at the start of my much overdue vacation was not how I planned to spend my time off. Neither was running into someone from my past. It was the last thing I expected…. but just what I needed.
 
My brother’s best friend was headed home when our paths collided at the airport during a massive storm. Twenty years of chemistry crackles around us like lightning, and we give in to what’s been a long time coming. 
 
From stranded old friends to insatiable lovers, spending a week together at his lake house, I’m reminded what it’s like to live in the moment. When I realize I didn’t really know him at all, I can’t help but think… I might have been his to hold, but could I be his to keep? 
 
Bryce 
I guess there are worse things than being forced into taking a vacation. I can think of a few. But being fresh out of a bad relationship, and in the middle of a huge merger, is not the ideal time to be jetting off for two weeks. 
 
One week in, I decide to cut my trip short, only to end up stranded at the airport. Just my luck. Everything changes when I run into my best friend’s little sister. Twenty years later, she’s all grown up and very much available. One thing leads to another, and we find ourselves back at my place riding out the storm and reconnecting in ways I never imagined.
 
Feelings that had been delayed are finally able to take flight. The girl who held my attention all those years ago is now the woman holding my heart. I’m falling fast, but when we end up face to face in the boardroom, will our vacation romance go from pleasure to business?
 
 

 

 

 
 
 
 
S.L. Sterling was born and raised in southern Ontario. She now lives in Northern Ontario Canada and is married to her best friend and soul mate and their two dogs. 
 
An avid reader all her life, S.L. Sterling dreamt of becoming an author. She decided to give writing a try after one of her favorite authors launched a course on how to write your novel. This course gave her the push she needed to put pen to paper and her debut novel “It Was Always You” was born. 
 
When S.L. Sterling isn’t writing or plotting her next novel she can be found curled up with a cup of coffee, blanket and the newest romance novel from one of her favorite authors on her e-reader. Her favorite authors include Kendall Ryan, Vi Keeland, Penelope Ward, Lauren Blakely, Alessandra Torre and Willow Winters. 
 
In her spare time, she enjoys camping, hiking, sunny destinations, spending quality time with family and friends and of course reading.

 




 
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Title: Tempted
Series: The Dark Necessities – Dalton’s Tale #1
Author: Felicity Brandon
Genre: Contemporary Dark Romance
Release Date: September 18, 2019

 

I’m obsessed with a woman who’s nothing but trouble.


 
She’s feisty and tempting.
And she doesn’t let anything come in the way of her mission.
I’ve dealt with my fair share of rule-breakers.
So, Delilah isn’t what I need.
But I can’t stop dreaming about having her in my arms.
She might be hiding a secret.
A secret that could destroy me and burn the city to the ground.
 
There’s only one question that remains.
Is she worth the destruction that she’s about to cause?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dalton unlocked the door to his room and flicked the switch in the entranceway. Sleek, modern lighting illuminated the large space he occupied and he took a step backwards, permitting Delilah to enter. She’d seemed incredibly nervous since the elevator, her emotions pinballing from sex siren to afraid little kitten in a matter of moments. On the one hand, it troubled him. Something was wrong with Delilah—every instinct he had told Dalton that. He sensed she was in some sort of trouble and this Jacob was the architect of it, but still, he couldn’t shake the other feeling he had that Delilah was being duplicitous. She may well be a victim of some sort, but she could also be trying to garner information about him, or his friends. So far, she’d been reticent to answer any questions about herself, and the ones she had responded to were evidently a crock of shit, but as he gazed down at her, Dalton still couldn’t decide why.
What did she really want?
Who was she working for?
Who was Delilah protecting?
“Nice place you have here.” 
Dalton turned at the sound of her voice to find Delilah at the huge panoramic window. “This view is truly something. I’ve never seen the city from this high up before.”
Dalton locked the door before he wandered over to where she was standing. “It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?”
His arms snaked around her middle. “But it pales into insignificance when you’re in the room, Delilah.”
She snorted, twisting in his arms to face him. “Oh come on,” she said with a laugh. “You’re not expecting me to fall for that old line, are you?”
Dalton’s lips curled at her answer. There she went again, flitting from one emotional state to the next faster than he could take a breath. Being with Delilah was like experiencing whiplash. “Actually, I meant what I said,” he assured her. “You’ll find I rarely say things I don’t mean.”
Delilah bit her lip at that, as if considering his words, perhaps registering the accusation he was making about her honesty, though she never vocalized the understanding. “I see.”
He cocked his eyebrow at her, revelling in the way she physically squirmed at the sight. “Still want me to fuck you, little firecracker?”
In a way, Dalton didn’t know why he asked. She’d already told him how excited she was at the prospect, and hell, she’d travelled all the way up here to his room, but still, there was going to be something mesmerizing about hearing the admission from her pouty little lips, right here, with London as the backdrop.
Delilah’s chest rose and fell, her breathing increasing becoming laboured. “You know I do.”
The look of her was scintillating.
“I want to hear you say it.” Dalton’s hand rose to her hair, fisting the beautiful auburn bob that had first caught his attention in the line at Diablo. “Tell me what you want. Tell me if you need my ropes again. Did you dream about them last night? Have you been craving the sting of my palm?”
His voice was ardent all of a sudden, a frenzy of desire stirring in him as she writhed under his palm. Delilah gasped, her lips parting as though she was going to speak, though no words came. In her mind though, Dalton was privy to all those private thoughts. The things she couldn’t say. The ones she was too afraid to admit.
Oh God… Oh my God, he’s right! How can he be right? How can he know what stuff?
“Dalton.”
His fingers tightened in her silky locks. “Sir.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
Dalton glowered down at her. “Don’t be a fool, little firecracker. Of course you do. You always do. Where’s that smart mouth now? The one that always has an answer for me? The one that can’t help itself?”
Delilah’s lashes fluttered at him. 
Bloody hell, I’ve never seen him like this. I’ve never seen any man like this…
“I want you, sir,” she rasped. “You know I do.”
That was a start. “And the rest?” Dalton’s voice was demanding.
“I don’t know,” she repeated in a desperate tone. “And that’s the truth, sir.”
“You know how you felt yesterday.” He edged closer toward her wide eyes. “You know how the ropes and the spanking made you feel.”
Delilah gulped at his proximity, but she steeled herself. He actually saw the moment she began to push back. “Yeah, I know.”
“Tell me.” Dalton was only a few inches from her now. Close enough to swoop and steal a kiss if he wanted to. 
“They made me wet.” Fire burned in her pale gaze at the admission. “Is that what you want to hear? I was wetter than I’ve been for years, sir, and it was all due to you.”
Dalton’s cock strained against his suit pants at her words.
Fuck, yes. That was precisely what he wanted to hear.
“You want more of that?” He tilted his head and leaned in to skim his mouth over hers.
Delilah groaned as their lips grazed, rolling her hips toward him in what seemed like a primal reflex.
“You want more of my bondage, Delilah?”
“Yes.” 
Dalton drew away, but still the full intensity of his stare seared into her. “Say it.”
“I want it.” She practically spat the words at him. “I want your bondage, sir.”
His eyes widened at the abrupt confession. “And my palm?” he continued, seizing whatever advantage the privacy of his own room had afforded him. “Shall I spank you again?”
Delilah jerked her head away from his hand, but Dalton’s fingers gripped harder, holding her in place.
“Answer me!”
“Yes!” she cried out, emotion flashing in her eyes, though Dalton wasn’t sure if it was passion or anger that radiated with the fiercest influence.
Dalton could sympathize. He’d rarely been affected by the force of intensity that was coursing around his body, and it had never been inspired by a woman before. He had no idea what it was about Delilah, but there was something. 
There had always been something. Right from that first petulant word through to this moment. He’d never been able to get her out of his thoughts.
Dalton had always sensed it.
“Yes what?” he only whispered the words, but the way Delilah’s eyes blinked suggested she heard the power in the command.
Leaning toward him, Delilah grazed her lips against his chin. Dalton’s fingers relaxed in her hair, permitting the movement. Her caresses were so good, the heat of her breath tantalizing him. 
“Yes, sir.”
He tipped his head down toward his chest, catching the salacious look in her eyes, and that was it. Dalton couldn’t wait a moment later to possess her. Pushing her backward, they descended onto his expensive couch by the window. Dalton caught Delilah in his arms before she fell, but oddly there seemed no panic in her as they hit the soft cushions. Her attention was entirely on him, her arms locked behind his neck as he pressed forward until their mouths touched. Delilah’s knees splayed around him, her heels wrapping around his back while his tongue explored her hot, wet mouth. Delilah moaned, eliciting a new surge of arousal from his desperate cock which was already frantic at the recent escalation of their passion.
Dalton drew away from her, catching his breath while he gazed down at the firecracker beneath him. Delilah was as sexy as hell—smoking hot—but he had a feeling if he wasn’t careful, he’d be the one getting burned.


Arousal soared through his body as he lined up the crop for the next strike. Raising the implement, he landed a further two spanks to her reddening cheeks. Dalton’s hunch that Delilah might be receptive to the implement had been proven correct, but in his wildest dreams, he could never have foreseen this. She wasn’t just welcoming, she was wild. In all his years, Dalton had rarely seen a woman so turned on by the crop. Or maybe it wasn’t just the crop? Perhaps his little firecracker liked the pain, or the bondage, or her inability to take control like she usually did? He couldn’t be sure which factor inspired the greatest arousal, and yet the look of her plump, drenched lips told him it didn’t truly matter. Against all odds, Delilah was absolutely revelling in the treatment, and that was what counted.
“Oh, twenty-one and two! Sir.”
Dalton grinned. He hadn’t even had to prompt Delilah to respond this time. “Very good, firecracker,” he purred, swatting the other cheek twice. “You’re doing well at this.”
Delilah groaned, pushing her tempting cunt back as though she was searching for the next strike. “Thank you, sir. That was twenty-three and four.”
His heart raced at Delilah’s wanton display. She had always seemed like a sexual woman, but seeing her this way was sending Dalton into a hedonistic spin of his own. He desired Delilah more than he cared to admit—more than was logical. And as he gazed down at her panting form, the idea of just keeping her for himself seemed all too plausible.
But, Dalton couldn’t do that.
He didn’t just take women—that wasn’t him.
Abduction was so much more Connor’s style, and yet as he struck Delilah’s prone backside once more, nothing had ever seemed so alluring to Dalton before. He could do it. He could just keep her tied up and horny for him. Who cared about Delilah’s true motivations for coming to Diablo that night? Who cared if none of it made sense? And as she numbered the strike for him, he was suddenly overwhelmed with the possibility.
Maybe it was Dalton’s time to live a little?
His turn to do something irrational.
His chance to fall in love.
The notion filled his head, and he smiled as he continued to rain the crop down against Delilah’s breathtaking arse. Her thoughts were quiet now, no longer speaking of the pain, but consumed only with the burgeoning desire coursing through her veins, and Dalton agreed wholeheartedly. He landed strike after strike, pausing only to allow Delilah to name the swat, until, finally, there was only one more remaining.
“How many more, Delle?” There was really no need to demand the answer from her delightful lips, especially as she had only just informed him that the prior strike was number thirty-nine, yet still he asked, unable to contain the craving he felt to hear Delilah’s raspy little tone again.
“One more, sir,” she breathed and glancing over her shoulder at him, Delilah flashed him a wicked smile. “Thank you.”
Their gazes locked for a second before he landed the final strike. Dalton saw the hurt flicker through her eyes, but it was over almost before it started, her thoughts confirming what her body so ably demonstrated. She fucking loved the pain.

Felicity Brandon is a top 100 Amazon bestselling author. She loves the darker side of romance, and writes sexy, suspenseful stories, with strong themes of bondage and submission. You’ll find her either at her laptop, at the gym, or rocking out to her favourite music. 
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Title: Covet
Series: Beautiful Sinner Series #2
Author: Elena M. Reyes
Genre: Romance Suspense/New Adult
Release Date: October 21, 2019
Cover Design: Black Widow Designs

 

I’m a sinner. A criminal.

 

The beast that will never let her go…
 
Everyone in England knows the name Casper Jameson. They know that I’m a cruel bastard with no regrets when it comes to dealing with those that cross me. They fear me; a man with no morals. Someone cold—without a weakness.
 
Until I see her…
 
She’s beautiful; a delicious temptation standing across the room from me without a care. Unaware of the danger that lurks—that this man wants to consume her.
 
I’m going to own her every sigh.
Taste her every moan.
Drown in her pleasure.

Let the bloody chase begin.

(The Beautiful Sinner Series are all interconnected standalones full of suspense and romance and an OTT alpha willing to burn the world to the ground for the woman he loves! It’s sexy and has an edge of darkness that will leave you breathless⁣)

 

I NOTICE HER the bloody second she comes into the room. There’s a shift in the air, a different kind of energy that sweeps over my over six-foot-two frame as I take in every delicate detail of her body. How she walks. How the little black dress she wears clings to each sinuous curve.
This girl commands the attention of every drunk arsehole without an ounce of effort.
From my seat, I have a view of every inch of this pub; from its entrance to the bar—to the small dancefloor off to my left where bodies grind to the beat of some chart-topping artist. The place is full to the brim, and yet, she’s all I see. All I can seem to focus on. Taking account of every minute detail while all around me people continue to slam back pint after pint.
Each swing of her hips is a call to the animal within. A taunt.
The woman she’s with stops a few tables from the one I’m occupying near the back with my men; a setup of high-top seating, and along the wall, two private booths. They greet another couple already sitting there with a small handshake, though hers is more on the distant side, the kind you give a stranger. A bit timid.
She shifts a bit—head bobbing to the music—and I follow the move, lowering my eyes to roam her small frame and liking the way her hip juts a bit to the side. Naturally coquettish, she’s small but thick where it counts. Young, but legal. A beautiful little thing with the face of an angel and a body made to worship. At no more than five-foot-three and no older than twenty-two, she’s all hips and thighs and a gorgeous face with hazel eyes and plump berry-colored lips.
Moreover, it’s that mouth that first caught my attention.
How she throws her head back laughing at what someone at the table says. How carefree she looks. How those lips stretch wide and her eyes close for a brief moment before meeting mine.
We hold each other’s stare. Not moving.
And then that mouth parts in slow motion, her tiny pink tongue peeking out to sweep across her bottom lip sealing her fate. At that moment, every single thought of retribution leaves my mind. My hunger morphing into something wickedly delicious.
I need that tight body on her knees.
I want her breasts encasing my thick cock as I slide between those plump tits.
I want her wetness running down my length, bathing me, as those hazel orbs stay on mine.
“Sir, are you alright?” someone says from beside me, but I pay them no mind. Not when my prey turns as some bloke taps her bare shoulder. I’m out of my seat and across the room before I can register the action, but there’s no ignoring the red hot ire that burns through my veins at the sight of the pompous wanker.
I want to punch the idiot. Break the hand he touched her with, but before that can happen, he catches my eyes and pales, stumbling in his haste to get away.
Then, I’m five steps from her and pause as my rage turns into an inferno of lust. My hunger renewed as the soft scent of cherry blossoms infiltrates my senses and I bite back a groan. It’s all her. The temptation and want and this lust that has me throbbing—beads of pre-come already rolling down the tip and shaft.
It’s also why I take the remaining steps and bend to place my lips next to her ear. Why I revel in the way she shivers for me. “What’s your name, love?”

Elena M. Reyes is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would.


As a small child, she was always intrigued by all forms of art: whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure, but it wasn’t until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world.

She’s a short and sassy Latina with an adorable pup, a kiddo that keeps her on her toes, and a husband who claims she’ll cause him to go bald prematurely. Lol

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Title: Into Thin Air
Author: Kristina Beck
Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance
Release Date: September 12, 2019
Cover Design: Okay Creations

“Ms. Beck put in such a brilliant twist into what would have been yet another romance story, she lifted it up to a higher level.” – Ria – Reading Is Our Satisfaction


“If you’re looking for something fresh and unique to read, this one has you covered, and you’ll effortlessly fall for these amazing characters!” ~ Amazon Review (BookAddict)


I LOVED this story! So well written and very different to say the least. More than worth a few hours of pleasure!” ~ Goodreads Review (B. C. Booklover)


Fed up with the endless demands of her job, Ellie seeks solitude from the chaos. As if by magic, she finds herself all alone in an exotic hotel. That is, until she meets the gorgeous guest next door. As time melts away, Ellie falls hard for Sam. Then he vanishes into thin air, taking his love with him. When he suddenly reappears, he isn’t the Sam she once knew, but her aching heart tells her otherwise.
Sam finds himself at a crossroads in his soccer career when a permanent injury forces him to make a difficult decision. He thinks seclusion in a luxury hotel is what he needs, until he sees the fiery redhead, Ellie. She has no idea who he is and becomes the woman of his dreams.
Like any vacation, it must come to an end… just not in such a tragic way. Sam thinks he’s responsible for Ellie’s death, and when he discovers she’s alive, she doesn’t greet him with open arms. The relentless fight for her dignity and career threatens to end their passionate reunion.
They said their love was infinite, but anything can change when reality comes crashing down.

 

I cross my arms. “Can you change your past? That’s about the only thing that could save us, and we both know that’s impossible.”
“Wow.” He steps away from me, shock and disappointment mixing with the tears on his face. “I can’t believe you said that, that you’d throw my past in my face. Whatever happened to always look forward, never back, Ellie? You’re such a hypocrite,” he snaps.
“I guess I am.” I remove his apartment key from my key ring and place it on the table. “Throw my key out. I don’t need it anymore.”
I walk toward the door, but he steps in front of me. He cups my face gently and kisses me like it’s our first time again. His love transfuses through my veins and gathers in my heart where it’ll always stay. The taste of our tears mix with the fear of letting go.
He leans his forehead against mine. “You’re my first and my last love, Ellie. Our love is infinite. We’ll find our way back to each other. We’ve done the impossible before; we can do it again. Go find your peace. I hope it leads you back to me.”

Kristina Beck was born and raised in New Jersey, USA, and lived there for thirty years. She later moved to Germany and lives there with her German husband and three children. She is an avid reader of many genres, but romance always takes precedence. She loves coffee, dark chocolate, power naps, and eighties movies. Her hobbies include writing, reading, fitness, and forever trying to improve her German-language skills.
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