Things to do in Los Angeles

I've been to LA a few times, actually driven through their infamous traffic once or twice, and have seen the famous Santa Monica Pier. I've also been inside the convention center, to the Price is Right, Paleyfest, and walked past the Chinese Theater, which is a lot smaller than its made out to be.

None of which helped with what Jules, my heroine in Improper Conduct, saw when she moved there from San Francisco. So I did my research. 

Discover LA is a great site for writing and for travel.
Barnsdall Art Park in East Hollywood is perfect for a stroll or a movie. I actually have Jules watch a movie there (Arsenic and Old Lace with the unequaled Cary Grant).


One month on the job--that was all Detective Jules Marshall had with the LAPD but already she knew two things: 1. Her move from San Francisco was the best move she’d ever made. 2. Sleeping with her sexy as hell boss would be a big mistake. That didn’t stop her from wanting him or from acknowledging the same spark of need in his eyes. And Captain Callum Archer had eyes that devoured her.

But when a trio of bank robbers picks LA as their target, her attraction to Callum takes a back seat. She’s seen this pattern before and confides in Callum her suspicions. She thought the case had gone cold until it heated in spectacular fashion; the bank robbers who blew up a car inside a building and killed at least five people have similar crimes back in San Francisco. The problem? She has no proof to go with her suspicions.

Despite Callum’s objections, and the increasing temptation to give into her incredibly improper feelings for her captain, Jules plans to push ahead with an extremely unorthodox plan--date the killer.

Callum isn’t happy. Jules is the one woman he’d break all the rules for and he’s more than willing to do so to keep her in his life. When she puts herself in the crosshairs of a psychotic killer, there isn’t anything he won’t do to protect her.

But can he keep her safe and still catch the killer? Or will their improper relationship get in the way of their jobs?

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New Year--New #Goals

I've left writing for far too long, 2013 is the year I'm going to step up my writing. No more putting it off, no more doing other things.

Romantic suspense: police, Texas Rangers, FBI, and hot lovin' what more is there?

Blast: Michael Dadich, cool fantasy, and an awesome cover

About Michael:

I’ve been writing since first setting pencil to steno pad at age 8. A year later, I began developing the world of my current series-in-progress, and even created its title, The Silver Sphere. Now, with the support of years of experience, those early maps and back stories have progressed into what I hope is a fresh and entertaining take on the classic young adult fantasy adventure.

Despite my frequent escapes into parallel worlds, I root myself firmly in my very real family and community. When not pacing the yard maniacally after every few pages of writing, I spend as much time as possible hanging out with my studly 9-year-old son, and my inspirational wife Jenna. I also coach several local youth sports teams in Beverly Hills, and alternate between yelling at my two crazy Corgis and hiking with my trained German Shepherd.

For more, join me in my favorite fantasy worlds, from Lord of the Rings to the creations of C.S. Lewis, Anne McCaffrey and Terry Brooks. Even more importantly, stop by and say hello on my Facebook page at AuthorMichaelDadich, tweet me at @MichaelDadich, and stalk my website at http://www.thesilversphere.org.org.

As a small aside, Corgis!! I adore my corgi, she's so darn cute, even when she's laying in wait behind me in the kitchen just hoping I drop something. Or maybe it's to trip me so I will drop something!

Blurb:

Shelby Pardow never imagined she could kill someone. All she wants to do is hide from her troubled father… when she is teleported to awaiting soldiers on the planet Azimuth. Here she is not a child, but Kin to one of the six Aulic Assembly members whom Malefic Cacoethes has drugged and imprisoned. He seeks to become dictator of this world (and then Earth by proxy).

His father, Biskara, is an evil celestial entity, tracked by the Assembly with an armillary device, The Silver Sphere. With the Assembly now deposed, Biskara directs Malefic and the Nightlanders to their strategic targets. Unless….

Can Shelby find the other Kin, and develop courage and combat skills? Can the Kin reassemble in time to release or replace the Assembly, overthrowing Malefic and restraining Biskara?

Michael will be awarding a $75 Amazon or BN.com gift card to a randomly drawn commenter during both tours.

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J. Morgan, paranormal romance, and Immortally Damned

My name is J. Morgan, and I'm addicted to fiction. Whew, I feel much better getting that off my shoulders. After nearly forty years of reading, my house looks like a librarian/book hoarder has taken up residence. (Hey! I am a librarian and I rarely buy books for me…I use my public library *G*) Sad thing is it's true. I love reading. I guess it should come as no surprise that somewhere along the way, I decided to become a writer.

It didn't take long for me to figure out that writing is a lot harder than I thought it would be. My latest book more than proved the fact to me loud and clear. Immortally Damned is a five year odyssey. It began when I finished the first book in the series, Immortally Yours. You have to understand that I'm a comedian at heart. The rest of my library more than illustrates the fact. Sometimes you just want to try something new. Of course, it wasn't exactly that new. I couldn't leave the paranormal world alone. I just wanted to explore another aspect of it. A darker corner of the world than the one I had already created.

Stepping out of your comfort zone is even harder than sitting in front of a blank screen for the first time. You've found your niche. Your readers are used to the chuckles you give them. What if they don't accept this child you've slaved over, cried while creating and basically pried kicking and screaming from your brain? Let me tell you. It's enough to make you close the lid to your laptop and sit quietly in the corner for the rest of your life.

 So, why do it?

That is the difference between a writer and an author. Some people might not see the distinction, but to me, it's there. A writer writes. An author strives to be better than their last book. If you don't have that drive, you're not an author. That isn't to say a writer doesn't end up eventually becoming an author. I did, so there's hope for just about anyone.

Immortally Damned is in no way the end of my journey. It's just a stepping stone to the next new me. A lot of authors lose this drive. I've seen it. They get in that comfort zone and unintentionally stay there. I'm not saying it won't be me one day, but I hope not. That's why I jumped out of the kiddy pool to write something from the right side of my brain. It could be the left side, but the point is, I.D. isn't the normal me. It's the me I'd like to see more of, to tell you the truth. I'd never fully abandon my comedic side. There's too much room for growth even there, but just like you sometimes want to turn off Big Bang Theory to check in on Gibbs over at NCIS, you should have more one than one aspect to who you are as a discerning individual. Just so you know, I watch for Abby, Gibbs is just a plus.

If you've taken the time to read any of my books, thank you. I mean that. You're the reason, I'm writing. If the voices tell you I do it to shut them up, they're only partially right. I write to make people smile, cry or just plain go awwww. Take your pick. For the most part, I write to make people laugh. Immortally Damned is the opposite of that. It's also something scary. It will hopefully make you think and delve under the surface of who the characters are, to find out who they truly are. Unfortunately, the downside is you might get a glimpse of who I am, so don't dig too deep. My insecurities couldn't handle it.

Authors tend to reveal more of themselves in their work, than they like. It's the nature of the beast, or SpongeBob depending on your target demographic.

So, what is Immortally Damned about? I've talked an awful lot about what I'm about, so I'd better share time with the work behind this inner to outer monologue. At its core, I.D. is a story about redemption. Its main characters have fallen as low as they can go. They've given up on themselves, and see no reason why anyone else should care, when they don't. Caern, a half vampire, has spent the last hundred years trying to make up for some, let's say, pretty nasty habits. Eliza Marrone is a New Orleans police detective tracking down a serial killer stalking nuns. Chance, or perhaps fate, brings these two together and when it does, neither one of them will ever be the same.

When it comes to true love that always seems to be the way. Of course, since I'm the writer that is all my fault. Like, I take that as a bad thing. What is love without a few bumps to make things interesting? Which is the whole point. If it's as interesting for me writing it, that translates into interesting for you the reader. At least, I hope it does. I invite you to read the following excerpt to find out for yourself. Thanks for staying with me through this as I rambled, and as always, happy reading!

Amor Immorati

Book Two

Immortally Damned

By

J. Morgan

From

Deserting Breeze Publishing

Caern swore to never return to New Orleans, his death warrant making the choice easy. Well, easy until his past returns to smack him around. Now, he has to return to the one place where death isn't a possibility, it's a guarantee. And only a matter of time. Searching to find a murderer out to kill the grandchild he never thought to meet, he finds himself falling into a hell he just might not be able to crawl free of. His only hope lies in Detective Eliza Marrone. Falling for her isn't in the cards, but his heart tells him it might be the only thing he can't escape. Zombies, old lovers and psychopathic vampire clergy, yeah those are things he can deal with. True love on the other hand is the one thing he's always avoided. This time there's no way out. It might get him killed, or end up saving his wretched soul.

Excerpt

He stepped up to her and put an arm around her shoulders. "It's okay to react to this. Believe me. I've seen some crap that would make your nose hair run screaming out of your head, and it never gets easy."

As much as it comforted her to have his arms tugging her to his chest, Eliza pushed him away. "Yeah, react but drown it out before it gets in the way of doing the job."

"That's right, but sometimes you have to be human too." He gazed at the murdered nun, his eyes bearing more pain than she thought possible to see. "Being made of steel only makes you a robot. Believe me. In long run, being human is a much better option."

"Are you?" The question slipped out before she knew she had wanted to ask it.

Confusion swirling in his eyes, he looked at her. "Am I what?"

"A robot? Human?" That last word hung in the air between them.

"Mostly." He dropped his head. "That doesn't make me any less a monster."

Perhaps for the first time since this thing started she heard truth come out of his mouth. Eliza found it refreshing. Too bad the truth came with more questions than she'd ever get answers to. Pushing him for those answers now wouldn't get them for her. For now she'd bide her time, and start with the questions that had nothing to do with the ones burning a hole through her brain.

"So, what did you find?"

"This is more than a staged murder for some sick bastard's benefit. It's a ritual." He rolled his mouth into a purse. "One I've seen before. I may not be able to tell you who is doing this, but I know what is doing this."

"Isn't that the same thing?"

"You're not in that world anymore, Detective Marrone. Who? What? They are two distinct things in my, now your, world." He ran a finger over the stained altar cloth. "To educate you, I'll begin with the ritual. Blood is more than a conduit for oxygen and disease. It is truly the water of life. In its purest form, it contains everything a body knows. Memories and life itself. The ritual brings all those out in the taking." He took the platter from the altar and held it out to her. "The blood was drained into this to open a portal to this woman's memories, because she either didn't know or couldn't remember what the killer wanted to know."

"What do you mean wanted to know?" She refused to buy this line of crap.

"That is something I can't divulge. It's above your pay grade." He smirked and put the patter back on the altar where it had been.

"Okay, smartass." Eliza gritted her teeth, wanting nothing more than to slam him across the altar. "If you can't tell me who, or why, tell me what?"

Caern kneaded his jaw, but seemed hesitant to speak.

"Come on, I'm trusting you enough not to turn you in." Eliza banged her hand against his chest. "You've got to give me something. I'm not breaking three laws for my health here. If you want this to be a partnership, it starts here. You're right, I know this case inside and out. Still, I don't know shit. You do. Maybe between the both of us, we can stop this bastard before he has a chance to string up another nun."

When he finally looked at her, his face might as well have been stone. His lips barely moved, but she heard the word nonetheless. "A vampire."

Eliza didn't know what shocked her more. That he said it, or that she believed him.

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Friday Guest: Denise Eagan and writing historical Series

Writing Series Romance

When I started writing many years ago, I never intended upon writing romantic series. My first real completed manuscript, The Wild Half, was always meant to be a stand-alone book.  Granted, it has two romances in it and had I written it with a typical series mentality, I would have been broken into two books. Over the years many people suggested I do that. I tried, but it never would work; the romances are too entwined, the characters too connected.  

My writing process is as much a collaboration with the characters as actual creation, and these characters refused to be separated, no matter which way I turned it.  Having failed at separating those romances, I expected that I’d never write a series.  I sort of felt bad for Nick in The Wild Half because he was left out in the cold, but other characters called to me. I went on to those stories instead.

Then came The Wild One.  It came out of the blue while I was trying to revise another story: two characters, Jess and Lee, whom I’d never even created, suddenly started having conversations in my mind, playing and replaying a couple of scenes like a movie stuck on automatic rewind.  Finally I realized I had to write those scenes if I ever wanted to get the revisions on that manuscript done. Unfortunately once they were on paper, other scenes followed, all out of order and just as insistent. The revisions were forgotten. I was typing as fast as the words came, hoping to God it could all be strung together into something resembling a book. 

And then, suddenly, I was in the middle of Colorado. Jess and Lee were riding into the Bar M the ranch from The Wild Half, meeting up with those characters 9 years after that book had ended.

I was shocked.  Confused.  I don’t write series, and this wasn’t really even that—it wasn’t like they were bringing along a love interest for Nick.  This was just new characters hanging out with those old characters. Apparently, Lee had once tried his hand at being a cowboy at the Bar M, and failed when he discovered he hated cows. The McGraws were his friends, he and Jess needed help, and I, the writer, had no choice in the matter.  It was their story, and my job was just to put it on paper.

And it was fun.  It was a lot of fun.  I’d wondered from time to time about what happened to the characters after I wrote “ the end” to The Wild Half.  Here was the answer and what was more, it felt right.  Lee was visiting his old friends—and so was I!

I remember a reader friend of mine once told me that she loved romantic series because she felt like the characters were all old friends.  I never really got that until I was writing it myself, but that is exactly how it feels to a writer.  We love our characters.  We spend a lot of time with them.  We know them well, sometimes better than ourselves, and so it seems only natural to bring them together, just as we would throw a party to bring together our real-life friends.  The difference is we can’t fix our real-life friends lives, and we can’t really send them off on adventures.  In fiction we can, and it’s a joy.

And so my friends Lee and Jess went and played with my friends Rick and Lilah.  And  Jim and Melinda (I got to meet their children—cool!) and Nick.  Before I finished The Wild One, I also met Lee’s father in a scene where they joked about his rocky romance with Lee’s mother, and I had a prequel, Wicked Woman.  

By the time I’d finished that and gone on to another book, I had the bug, like it or not.  My new characters wanted to meet my old characters and soon “people” were coming out of the woodwork, yelling “hey, I’m in this one, too!”  Rick Winchester, from The Wild Half, is the loudest of all—a big, confident alpha hero, who has a lot to say and seriously enjoys meddling in other people’s lives.  It only makes sense that his and Lilah’s story comes out next.  God knows they’ve waited long enough.

So here’s the first meeting scene from The Wild Half, due out at the end of January.  They’re both sitting on the front steps of the ranch house. Lilah’s just started working at the Bar M.  She’s a hunted woman, with dark, dangerous secrets that she’s desperate to keep hidden. Rick is a curious, and secretly grieving cowboy, in need of a mission.  Their needs are about to collide:

            Up close the man radiated a kind of restless energy, which belied his casual smile and the dimples that framed a carved, masculine mouth. Faded blue denim pants gripped long, muscular legs and a tired, blue cotton shirt spread over those wide shoulders.  His hair was light brown shot with sun-bleached gold and his rugged, square-shaped face was slightly lined. She judged him to be in his late twenties, older than most cowboys.

            His eyes caught hers. The lamp light glittered in the crystalline blue depths and nervous excitement snaked through her belly until, sucking in her breath, Lilah jerked free of his gaze. What the hell?

            He chuckled. "Not much for talkin' are you?" he asked, sitting next to her. The step creaked under his weight as he held out his hand. "Name's Rick Winchester."       

            He had a deep voice marbled by a soft southern drawl, which somehow felt like home.  Fear melted away as it slid over her nerves, numbing her senses and promising unknown pleasures.

            Home? Damn it, she thought, jerking herself back to reality.  She had no home! Swallowing, she set her jaw and focused on the valley again.     

            He dropped his hand. "Okay, then you aren't very friendly, either.  But ya might as well lend me your name 'cuz I'll get it from the McGraws anyhow. Lessn' you're one of them rustlers Jim left me to fend off?  Or a thief?  Mebbe I oughtta send Mack for the sheriff?"

            Her heart jumped as the threat shot home.  "I'm called Lilah Martin.” 

            "Int'resting. . .  called Lilah Martin.  But that ain't your name, is it?"

                Her head snapped around.  She’d used the phrase for years. No one had ever challenged it before.  He was staring down at her, laughter lighting his eyes which for some ungodly reason made her heart flutter.  Damn him.

                She redirected her attention to the yard.

                “Not that it matters,” he continued.  “I just wonder why you don’t use your real name.”

            "My private life,” she said, bathing her voice in ice water, “is no concern of yours."

            "Is that so?  Since when is a person’s name part of his private life?"

            She wouldn’t answer.  Her chest felt tight, her nerves on edge as she noted that he’d started the conversation with the diction of a barely literate cowboy but in the blink of an eye it had changed to that of an educated man.  Moreover, in town he’d been dressed like a typical non-threatening cowboy, with vest and boots and spurs. Tonight he wore  moccasins.  No thump or jingling to warn of his approach, no vest to hold tobacco.  In fact, he smelled of pleasantly of leather and soap.

             Damn, but who was he? Rick. . .Winchester. Oh good Lord, he was Barbara's silent-stepping cowboy.  And not just a cowboy but the McGraw’s foreman.

            His clothes made a scratching sound along the wall as leaned against it, his body turned towards her.  Out of the corner of her eye she saw his shirt stretch tight across that hard, powerful chest as his eyes appraised her.  Her skin tingled in anticipation, but of what she couldn’t name.

            "You're Monty’s Frost Queen,” he observed. “And the McGraw’s new housekeeper.  Lady, you sure don't look like a housekeeper."

            She refused to answer that as well, and for a time the silence between them stretched, tight, tight, until it seemed ready to snap.  "You don't like me much, do you?” he asked finally.   “Now I wonder why, seeing as how I'm such a nice friendly fella and all.”

            Sure, as friendly as a rattlesnake.  "When are you leaving?" she asked, turning to freeze him with her coldest stare.    

            His eyebrows rose, his lips twitched with amusement.  “And you’re just as uncivil as Monty said. Now in general that wouldn’t make me think twice, but you’ve got traces of a southern accent.  New Orleans, if I’m not mistaken, and from a good family, too.  Now I know Southern women are never rude, except maybe to Yankees.  But I'm no Yank, so you’ve no call to be rude to me."

            Damn, he was too observant by far.  But how to put him off track?  Not with a lie—honesty was the only virtue she could still afford.  "And how do I know that you aren't a rustler or a thief?"

                "Easy.  I'm not wearing a gun."

Favorite Christmas songs and books

What are yours? I find if I listen to Christmas songs when writing I sing along and get very little writing done. Or reading for that matter! Listening to Burl Ives right now...

And looking for holiday reads. Any suggestions? I love Christmas romances. Naughty or Nice *wink*

Because it's true

“Life is like topography, Hobbes. There are summits of happiness and success, flat stretches of boring routine, and valleys of frustration and failure.”

~Calvin

Writing. Eviless. Work.

National Writing Month

Which is technically November but I saw this on today's BBC America and needed to share. If you ever wanted to write a book, November is the time to start. 50,000 words in 30 days is rough. Traditionally, November is a busy month for me, but probably not for others.

NaNoWriMo challenges authors to write novel in month

Guest Gordon A. Kessler

Thanks for hosting me on your blog Sexy Adventures, Passionate Tales, Isabel!

So, I’m to blog about anything I want? Oh, my! So much to say and so little mind to say it with!

*grin* Thanks for joining the party, Gordon! Glad you could make it.

Well, I hope it’s obvious that I love to write. I wrote Jezebel for therapy while going through a divorce—thus the violence and sex seemed appropriate at the time. I’m not really a horror writer. I like writing thrillers, and this one just ended up leaning toward horror.

In all my novels I enjoy using specific types of characters/tools: a romantic connection, a tension-heightening storm, at least one dog or horse, a Native American, a deadline that shortens, and a strong, smart woman. I feel that this combination of ingredients provide for an exciting and surprise-filled, dynamic story.

Jezebel was a blast to write. I love dogs, and this is about a very large dog that gets caught up in a conspiracy and used in a hideous manner. After she kills her master, she’s on the loose, and terrorizing the city. But is she the one who’s really doing all the killing? Meanwhile dogs all over the city are attacking their masters and the person who seems to be at the center of these crazy and heinous attacks is the animal control director, Tony Parker. Tony’s going through a mid-life crisis and has his own problems. His lovely wife feels the tension and see her husband’s attraction to his beautiful, young and seductive assistant.

My dog would rather lick you to death than attack. Unless you're holding out on a treat & teasing her of course...

I love the tension that builds in this story, and planting little clues that makes the reader say, “Oh, yeah! I should have seen that coming” when the plot twists and things get out of hand. I’ve had several readers tell me that they’ve read Jezebel several times, just so they could find those clues and see the story from an enlightened angle each time.  This is a novel that scatters clues throughout, and I challenge anyone to predict the outcome. Jezebel isn’t a who-done-it—that’s obvious within the first few chapters; it’s a what’s-going-to-happen-next thriller.  The suspense is intense throughout—I think it’s a perfect Halloween season read.

After Jezebel, I wrote Dead Reckoning—a real fish out of water, or should I say “in hot water” mystery thriller. A female NCIS agent goes undercover aboard a ship of horrors to find out why crewmembers are disappearing one-by-one. There’s romance, mystery, and murder—what a wonderful combination.  And I challenge anyone to guess who-done-it in this one. 

NCIS? I'm so there!

My latest novel is Brainstorm. Once again, there is romance, mystery, big thrills, and high technology. This one gets into remote viewing, and man was it fun to write. I loved writing the mind trips, and paranormal scenes. Still, I tried to ground the story in realism to make it believable in the real world so that I didn’t have to create a whole new one. I know you’ll enjoy this one.

No cheating—don’t read the end of any of my novels first, it will absolutely ruin the story for you. And don’t ever put any of my books away without reading the epilogue. There is always a surprise or two just to top it off. The very best surprise right now is that all three of my thrillers and a couple of short stories are currently on sale as eBooks for only $.99 just to get those numbers up and to reward my readers for their loyalty. You can find them on Amazon, B&N, Kobo, iBooks, Sony—all the major online bookstores, as well as http://www.readersmatrix.com/. Of course you can also get them in hardcover and paperback.

So now I’m working on sequels for all three thrillers. You can find out a little more on my blog and my website. Please check them out. And, you can always email me. Drop me a line!

Thanks again for giving me the opportunity to give my spiel on your blog! Happy reading.

BLURB:

Sleep lightly tonight…

A madman has come to town seeking a diabolical revenge and large dogs begin attacking their masters for no apparent reason and with heinous results.

Animal Control Director Tony Parker must find out why and stop the murderous attacks. Meanwhile, Jezebel, a huge black Great Dane has killed her master and is loose, terrorizing the city and stalking Parker and his family. Parker and Sarah Hill, his beautiful and seductive young assistant, attempt to unravel the mystery and stop the terrible carnage while dealing with their own demons and lusty desires.

The attacks must be stopped. Jezebel must be found-and soon, you see--there is one other complication. Parker seems to have come down with an annoying little virus. No, it's not one of those irritating summer colds. It's certain death.

She's a murderess, huge and black as a hell-bound night.

Beware. Jezebel is on the loose!

EXCERPT:

In the grayish soup, a dark vision appeared.  Floating down the middle of the street, it slowly formed into a recognizable shape.

An animal.  A large black animal.  A huge Great Dane.  It walked with confidence.  Long, thin legs.  Mouth closed, head and eyes fixed straight ahead.  Occasionally, its feet splashed one of the pools.  Light from the streetlights caused a sparkle from underneath its neck with every step of its left forefoot.  A large diamond, set on a gold tag, captured the light and shot it out like a laser.  The dog maintained its pace for what seemed like minutes.

Finally, it stopped.  With its body still pointing down the street, it slowly turned its head to the right and looked up a sidewalk leading to the front door of a house.  It stared, still emotionless, at the door.  At Tony Parker’s door.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Author bio:  Gordon A Kessler is a former US Marine parachutist, recon scout, and Super Squad team leader, with a bachelor's degree in creative writing. He is a Master Instructor for Johnson County Community College, National Academy of Railroad Sciences, and the BNSF Railway. He has taught novel writing for Butler County Community College, English Composition for Hutchinson Junior College and has previously indie-published the thriller novels Brainstorm and Dead Reckoning, and a book about the novel-writing craft, Novel Writing Made Simple.

He is a founder and current president of the Kansas Writers Association and tries to stay connected to writers and the writing industry by doing speaking engagements at writers conferences and for writers organizations, and does his own "The Storyteller" seminar in Wichita, Lincoln (Nebraska), Kansas City, and other Midwestern cities based on his Novel Writing Made Simple book.

His websites, http://www.writersmatrix.com/ and http://www.indiewritersalliance/ are landing pages for writers to help them in their writing endeavors. His author website is http://www.gordonkessler.com/ .

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