A Room For Murder by Michele Pariza Wacek

 

 

Meet Charlie. Better known as “Aunt Charlie” from the award-winning Secrets of Redemption series. She's back, making teas and solving cases in this funny, twisty, cozy mystery series set in the 1990s in Redemption, Wisconsin.

A Room For Murder

Charlie Kingsley Mysteries Book 5

by Michele Pariza Wacek

Genre: Cozy Mystery

A Room For Murder For is Book 4 in The Charlie Kingsley Cozy Novella series by USA Today bestselling author Michele PW (Pariza Wacek). Ideal for cozy mystery fans, especially readers who love clean, twisty and funny cozy mysteries that include tea, pets, baking, small towns and quirky side characters.

Charlie's very first case!

Normally Darla, the ghost that haunts the Redemption Inn, behaves herself. Relatively speaking.

Nancy, the owner of the Redemption Inn, swears that Darla is harmless. At least, mostly harmless. Maybe she plays a few pranks on some unsuspecting guests, but it's all in good fun.

Until one of the hotel guests is found dead at the bottom of the stairs, and Darla is the one who's blamed.

With the threat of guests cancelling and her business on the line, Nancy turns to Charlie to help find the real culprit so Darla can rest in peace.

Meet Charlie. Better known as "Aunt Charlie" from the award-winning Secrets of Redemption series. She's back, making teas and solving cases in this funny, twisty, cozy mystery series set in the 1990s in Redemption, Wisconsin.

  

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Chapter 1 “Excuse me … do you know where I might find books on local ghost stories?” I looked up from the murder mystery I was contemplating buying to discover a Robert Redford lookalike smiling at me. In fact, he looked so much like Redford, I had to blink several times to make sure the famous actor himself didn’t just happen to stroll into a random bookstore in Redemption, Wisconsin. “Um, the books by local authors are over there,” I said, pointed in the general direction. “Although I don’t actually work here.” His smile became sheepish, which made him even more appealing. “Yeah, I figured you didn’t. But I can’t seem to find anyone who DOES work here, and you seemed like you might know your way around the store, so …” he tilted his head and shrugged. He had a point. The employees at Quoth the Raven, the new and used bookstore we were currently shopping in, weren’t around a lot. I suspected it was because they hired a lot of high school students who seemed to wander away from their posts more often than not. It didn’t matter so much for me, unless I wanted to pay for something, but I could see how frustrating it would be to visitors or tourists, which this man appeared to be. I tucked the book under my arm and smiled at him. “Come on. I can show you the section.” His expression was relieved. “Oh, thank you. I appreciate the help, although I didn’t mean to disturb your shopping.” “No problem. I was pretty much done anyway,” I said as I led him down one of the aisles. “I’m Julian, by the way,” he volunteered. So, definitely not Robert, unless Julian was his incognito name. “Charlie,” I said. “Local ghost stories, huh? Any particular one you’re interested in?” I was expecting him to mention my house, as it was supposedly the most haunted house in Redemption. And that’s saying something, as Redemption was known as a haunted town. But the man surprised me. “Yes. The ghost at the Redemption Inn.” I looked at him in surprise. “The Redemption Inn?” I had stayed at the Redemption Inn for a couple of months when I first moved to town, and I didn’t remember anything about a ghost. “Yeah, her name is … Deborah? Diane?” He furrowed his brow. “I can’t remember. It’s not a real common name.” “Have you seen this ghost?” I asked, half-jokingly, but his expression was serious. “I’ve had a few…encounters.” He seemed hesitant to say more, and instead shot me that sheepish smile again. “I guess she only reveals herself to men.” “Really?” A ghost that only showed itself to men. Maybe that was why I hadn’t seen her when I was living there. “Why is that?” “I’m not sure. That’s why I was hoping to find a book about her.” “What did Nancy say?” Nancy, the owner of the Redemption Inn, was also a friend of mine. “Just that she liked men.” He let out a laugh. “Now, granted, she was in the middle of getting breakfast out, but I thought rather than bug her further, I would see if I could do my own research.” “So, you’ve actually seen this ghost?” I asked again. “Let’s just say I’ve seen something,” he said with a smile, though I sensed the conversation was making him uncomfortable. “Something strange is going on in that hotel.” As much as I wanted to ask more questions, it was clear he didn’t want to talk about it. “Well, here’s the section,” I said lightly, gesturing to a shelf of books. “As you can see, there are a lot of books about all the various Redemption ghosts. I’m not sure if there are any specifically about the Redemption Inn ghost, though.” He examined the titles, pulling one out. “That’s okay. It might be kind of fun to learn about all the ghosts living here.” He winked at me. “Maybe I’ll even go for a ghost walk. Or tour.” Was he flirting with me? I couldn’t be sure, although it didn’t matter anyway. I had sworn off men. Two failed relationships were more than enough for me. “Julian! There you are.” A woman who was once pretty but not aging well came around the corner. Her chestnut-brown hair curled around her face, looking suspiciously like the results of a perm, and her dark-brown eyes were heavily made up. She stopped dead when she saw me, her eyes shifting between Julian and me. “I didn’t realize you found a friend.” “Nina, this is Charlie,” Julian said, holding up the book. He seemed nonplussed at Nina’s reaction. “She helped me find a book on local ghost legends.” She came closer to peer at the cover, a sour look on her face that she tried to hide with a forced smile. “Oh, so we’re finally going to learn Darla’s story.” Julian snapped his fingers. “Darla. That’s her name.” He grinned at me. “I told you it was uncommon.” “You did,” I said, feeling a little uncomfortable as I took a step back. Nina’s eyes seemed to be boring into the back of my head, and the adage, “If looks could kill” kept drifting through my head. “I should probably get going,” I said, holding up my book. “I hope you get your answers.” “So do we,” Nina said. She had moved closer to Julian and put one hand on his arm. “You have no idea,” Julian said. “Nancy keeps insisting that Darla is harmless, and maybe she is, but boy is it irritating. If nothing else, I need a decent night’s sleep.” “Wow, I had no idea.” Again, I wondered how I had heard nothing about Darla. I was going to have to ask Nancy about her, for sure. “Yeah, Darla is quite the mischievous ghost,” Nina said, patting Julian’s arm. “And she has excellent taste.” Julian flashed her a quick smile that didn’t reach his eyes as he took a few steps away from her. “You might not say that if she was haunting you,” he said lightly. There was a strange tension in the air as Nina stared at him, her expression frozen. I hadn’t quite figured out if they were dating or married, but either way, something seemed off with them. “I better go,” I said, walking away quickly. “Enjoy your stay in Redemption.” I barely heard their answer as I strode toward the cashier. At least I had one thing to be grateful for—since they were tourists, it was highly unlikely I would see them again.

  

A USA Today Bestselling, award-winning author, Michele taught herself to read at 3 years old because she wanted to write stories so badly. It took some time (and some detours) but now she does spend much of her time writing stories. Mystery stories, to be exact. They're clean and twisty, and range from psychological thrillers to cozies, with a dash of romance and supernatural thrown into the mix. If that wasn't enough, she posts lots of fun things on her blog, including short stories, puzzles, recipes and more, at MPWNovels.com.

Michele grew up in Wisconsin, (hence why all her books take place there), and still visits regularly, but she herself escaped the cold and now lives in the mountains of Prescott, Arizona with her husband and southern squirrel hunter Cassie.

When she's not writing, she's usually reading, hanging out with her dog, or watching the Food Network and imagining she's an awesome cook. (Spoiler alert, she's not. Luckily for the whole family, Mr. PW is in charge of the cooking.)

  

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Ultimate Justice: K-9 Special Ops Book 3 by Tee O'Fallon

 

 

Some truths are worth dying for.

Ultimate Justice

K-9 Special Ops Book 3

by Tee O’ Fallon

Genre: Thriller, Romantic Suspense

 

Some truths are worth dying for.

While tracking down an escaped felon, FBI Special Agent Evan McGarry and his K-9, Blue, uncover a smoking hot lead on the location of dozens of missing children―including Evan's own sister. The shocking discovery reopens cold cases throughout Colorado, along with painful wounds and the heartbreaking guilt Evan's kept buried for decades.

Three years ago, hospital custodian Marlie Foxe's world imploded, causing her to cut herself off from the world. But when one of the missing boys turns up at her hospital, he only allows Marlie to get close. Now, Evan needs her help with the boy―and he won't take no for an answer. When she finally agrees to work with him, Evan suspects there's more to the woman than she's letting on. She's hiding something. The question is what.

As Evan and Marlie unearth a cult targeting runaways, they're forced to confront not only dangerous criminals but the truths they've both been avoiding―including the blistering passion they can no longer deny. But when more children disappear, they'll have to risk more than just their hearts.

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“Evan arched a brow. Liar. The woman looked anything but happy. 

 

Her knuckles were white where she had her long blond braid in a 

death grip, and the smooth skin over her carotid pulsed rapidly. She shot what he could 

swear was a panicked look at the door. Bottom line…Marlie Foxe looked ready to bolt 

faster than a deer on opening day of hunting season. 

 

Her deep blue gaze met his, and he was struck by the sad, haunted 

look in hers. He’d seen that look. It was the same one he’d seen in the mirror on his 

own face and those of his parents in the days and months after Gracie disappeared. He 

wondered if it would ever stop. 

 

Now, for the first time in twenty-four years, he was, potentially, on 

the verge of discovering the answer to his family’s burning question: what happened to 

their daughter, his sister? 

 

If only he wasn’t exhausted. Make that totally beat to shit. He’d 

 

barely slept, and then only because he’d had to. 

 

In the two days he’d been waiting to interview Noah, he’d fully 

briefed his SAIC—Special Agent in Charge—the FBI director via Zoom, the U.S. 

Attorney’s Office in Denver, gotten an arrest warrant for Francis Manello and served 

another search warrant at the man’s house. He and a team of agents had tossed the 

house from top to bottom. Forensics was dumping every scrap of information on 

Manello’s computer, but all Evan could think about was that Polaroid. He still couldn’t 

believe it, but it was her—Gracie—wearing the same pink shirt she’d had on the last 

time he’d seen her. Guilt squeezed his heart tighter than a bank vault door. 

 

Focus, dammit! Focus! 

“Blue, come.” He hitched his head to the dog who’d been his 

 

partner for more than four years. 

 

As Blue trotted to the bed, Evan pointed, and his dog situated 

himself between Marlie and the bed and rested his head on the edge of the mattress. 

Despite Blue’s size, Marlie didn’t cringe or back away. 

 

“Can I pet him?” Noah looked at Evan expectantly. 

“You bet. That’s what I brought him for.” Pretty much every kid 

Noah’s age wanted a dog. A dog’s attention and comfort were great for improving 

emotional health, especially after a traumatic experience. The only thing necessary was 

for the dog to be gentle and friendly, which Blue was. Except when hunting down a 

homicidal felon. 

 

It wasn’t quite a smile, but the corners of Marlie’s pink, full lips lifted 

a fraction as she watched Noah pet Blue. She had the most interesting face he’d ever 

seen. Heart-shaped. Yet it was her eyes that drew him in. Eyes were the windows to the 

soul, and he wondered about hers. 

 

“He likes having his ears stroked,” Evan said, casting a glance over 

his shoulder. The good doctor, who looked eerily like an undertaker, would be back soon 

with those extra chairs. Noah didn’t like the man. Getting him out the door, even for a 

few minutes, seemed like a stellar idea. 

 

Blue leaned into the boy’s hand and groaned like he’d just scarfed 

down a meaty T-bone. The deep rumble in the back of Blue’s throat made Noah giggle. 

He hadn’t quite reached adolescence and still had the high-pitched voice of youth. 

“Do you like dogs?” he asked, taking the first step in his forensic 

 

interview of the boy: establishing rapport. 

He nodded. 

 

In the interest of not towering over the bed, Evan sat in the vacant chair, leaving 

Kinnemara, the FBI’s Office for Victim Assistance advocate, standing quietly by the 

door. 

 

Normally, he’d approach any interview with methodical calm, but 

that Polaroid of his sister made him feel like a powder keg with a little fuse. He wanted 

to trash protocol and dive right in. With children, rushing in too quickly could be 

disastrous. “Did you ever have a dog before?” 

 

Noah shook his head, his attention still focused on Blue. “I wanted 

 

one, but Sheila and Mike—my foster parents—wouldn’t let me.” 

 

No surprise there. Noah Lund’s background check had included his 

former foster parents. Sheila and Mike Hamilton had been too busy peddling drugs out 

their back door to care about anyone else. He’d bet they’d only taken Noah in to get 

state money for fostering a child. The state’s screening process was seriously flawed. 

More like, seriously sucked. 

Evan caught Marlie scrutinizing him. The haunted look in her eyes had been 

replaced by something else. Suspicion. Still drilling him with those piercing blue eyes, 

she rested a hand on Noah’s shoulder, telling him something else—North Metro’s 

custodian was protective of the boy. Somehow, in the span of only two days, they’d 

formed a bond, one he needed to be cautious of. Perhaps, take advantage of. 

“Do you like baseball?” The kid’s pjs were baseball-themed. 

“Yeah.” Noah kept petting Blue. 

“Me too. I played in school.” 

Finally, the boy looked up. “What position?” 

“Centerfield. You?” 

Noah shrugged. “Don’t know. Never played on a team. Just 

 

with Caleb.” 

 

“Who’s Caleb?” He already knew the kid had no siblings and 

 

no other blood relatives the state was aware of. 

 

“My friend. I think he got caught. He—” 

Caught? 

Squealing came from the hallway as Dr. Strobie wheeled in 

two more chairs, positioning one beside Evan’s and leaving the other at the foot of the 

bed for Kinnemara. 

 

Strobie sat and scooted his chair closer. Noah stopped 

petting Blue and tugged the sheet on his lap higher, gripping it tightly in his fists, as if 

forming a protective shield. The kid really didn’t like the hospital shrink. If he could eject 

the doc from the room, he gladly would. The man’s presence had the same effect as 

slapping a strip of duct tape over the boy’s mouth. Strobie had also procured a legal- 

size notepad and sat poised with a ballpoint pen in his hand. 

 

This guy was a pain in the ass. The best way to establish 

rapport and trust with a child was to show them you were listening and that you cared. 

Not by writing down every word. 

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An Agent for Judith by Caroline Clemmons

An Agent For Judith

by Caroline Clemmons

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An Agent for Judith is the last of my Pinkerton romances.  New Pinkerton romances are coming out shortly.  In addition, all the Pinkerton romances will be made into audio books, so you can listen while driving or doing chores.  I hope you enjoy these books and would love to hear from you.

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She has vowed to rescue her brother.

He is determined to protect his group.

They must outwit a cruel and powerful man.

Judith McAdams’ brother in New Mexico hasn’t been heard from since a letter saying he had been shot. In the letter he wrote he was being harassed by a neighbor who wanted his ranch for the water source. She vows to go help him in any way she can. The woman who raised her insists on going. Judith wires the marshal to check on her brother. When he refuses, she goes to the Pinkerton Detective Agency in Denver. She learns she can become a Pinkerton agent if she marries one and seizes the opportunity.

Peyton Knight values his job as a Pinkerton agent and is good at being a lawman. To keep the job he reluctantly agrees to a marriage of convenience with Judith. Together they will go to her brother’s rescue. Peyton is impressed with the beautiful redhead—if only she would admit he knows best. He even admires his mother-in-law but how did he end up with her on their trip? At least he’s found three men he trusts to help him rescue the brother.

Their journey is filled with obstacles. Will Judith’s brother still be alive by the time they reach him? When they resolve the ranch issue, will Judith and Peyton part ways?

 

When Doves Lament by Katie Eagan Schenck

 

Sometimes the love of your life comes later.

When Doves Lament

The Love Birds Book 3

by Katie Eagan Schenck

Genre: Women’s Fiction, Contemporary Romance

Neither expected to fall in love again. But together they might just discover that the love of their lives came later.

Max McAllister swore off love before the ink was even dry on his divorce papers. Between his attempts to salvage the strained relationship with his daughter and rekindling his passion for woodworking, he doesn’t have time for the drama that romance brings.

Carissa Owens has finally found her footing again after losing her husband five years ago. Her wedding business is thriving and she has her sights set on expanding to corporate events—if she can secure a meeting with a lucrative new client.

But when Max’s daughter hires Carissa to plan her wedding, he insists on being involved in every aspect of the process, ruffling Carissa’s feathers. As they spend more time together, an unexpected attraction sprouts wings. That is, until Max reveals a surprise for his daughter that puts Carissa’s professional reputation at risk. Can they find a way to dovetail their plans or will their budding romance have a crash landing?

 

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“Carissa! Thank you for fitting us in on such short notice.” She pulled Carissa into a hug. 

Nate stood and shook her hand, but Max didn’t move. His expression had changed from one of genuine surprise to a cold fury, the warmth in his deep-brown eyes frosted over like a window on a snowy winter day. The feeling was mutual. 

“Max.” Carissa tried to keep her tone even. 

Unfortunately, he didn’t repay the favor. “What are you doing here?” 

She opened her mouth to respond, but Lanie beat her to it. “Dad! You said you were going to behave.” 

“I didn’t know she was coming,” he replied without a bit of remorse. 

Nate pulled out a chair for Carissa, and she gave him an appreciative smile, choosing to ignore Max’s less-than-welcoming reception. You’re not here for him, she reminded herself. It was a mantra she’d developed for the more difficult family members of her clients, but somehow, it had never worked with Max. Something about that man got under her skin. 

“It’s nice to see you too,” Carissa said, surprised by how calm she sounded. 

Before Max could insult her further, Nate cleared his throat. “We’ve been looking over the menu, and we have some ideas of what we want to serve at the reception.” 

Grateful for his intervention, Carissa nodded. “That’s great! Tell me what you envision, and we can look at how it works with your overall theme.” 

“It’s food,” Max said, his eyes narrowing at her. “Food doesn’t need a theme.” 

Carissa was tempted to laugh. How little people understood the way weddings worked. From the venue to the decor to the meal, everything needed to fit in with the overall theme of the wedding. Most food was versatile enough to work with any theme, but there were certain ways to finagle dishes to support the overall vision. 

But that would be lost on someone like Max McAllister. She’d learned that lesson while planning his son’s wedding. Instead of engaging Max, Carissa decided to do what she’d done the last time she’d had to deal with him: ignore him entirely. 

When Swans Dance

The Love Birds Book 2

A new business. The wedding of the year. But when a health scare jeopardizes their plans, can Steven and Rose learn to dance or will this be their swan song?

Fresh off the closing of his late mother's estate, Steven is ready to start the next chapter of his life—marrying Rose. Though he struggles to find that ever elusive work/life balance, he's optimistic about the future of his new law practice.

One double shift too many makes Rose an unhappy nurse, but all that overtime will not only help fund her upcoming nuptials, it might earn her the coveted head nurse position as well.

But when Steven suffers a health emergency, suddenly all of their plans—and finances—are thrown into a tailspin. Postponing the wedding makes the most sense, but Steven won't hear of it. Rose fears if he doesn't slow down, he'll make her a widow before she ever becomes a wife. As questions arise over whether they'll ever take that walk down the aisle, can a pair of swans help them find their way back to each other?

When Swans Dance continues the emotional saga of The Love Birds women’s romantic fiction series. If you like spunky heroines, tenacious heroes, and stories of rekindled love then you’ll adore Katie Eagan Schenck’s bittersweet tale.

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When Cardinals Appear

The Love Birds Book 1

 

She has a promise to keep. But when her plans are thrown into a tailspin, will a persistent red bird show her how to let her dreams take flight?

Lanie McAllister is ready to move on. Wrestling with her mom’s death, the young woman just wants to settle the estate and soar off for good to her boyfriend in California—far away from painful memories. But she suspects the lucky cardinal she keeps seeing is trying to send a message when a flat tire puts her back in the path of the man who broke her heart.

With fate constantly throwing the man her mother always hated in her way, Lanie can’t seem to shake the wounds of the past. And when her current love makes a serious misstep and she discovers her ex harbors a secret, she starts to rethink what will make her truly happy.

Questioning her vow to her mother to never look back, is the cardinal a clue Lanie’s true happiness is hiding in plain sight?

When Cardinals Appear is the emotional first book in The Love Birds women’s romantic fiction series. If you like heroines who grow, overcoming loss, and second chances, then you’ll adore Katie Eagan Schenck’s bittersweet tale.

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Katie Eagan Schenck writes sweet romance and women’s fiction that warms the heart and gives all the feels. She has an MFA in creative writing from Queens University of Charlotte and her debut novel, A Home for Christmas, was released in October of 2022. When she's not writing she's either drafting regulations for the federal government, baking delicious treats, or binging Hallmark movies. She lives in Maryland with her husband, daughter, and their three cats.

 

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Made for Mistletoe: Book 3 in the Walkers of River’s Edge series By Nan Reinhardt

Made for Mistletoe

Book 3 in the Walkers of River’s Edge series

By Nan Reinhardt

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This Christmas he has big plans until he meets a beautiful distraction…. 

Army reservist Cameron Walker loves everything about the holidays in River’s Edge—celebrating with his big family and carving out more time to work on his custom design furniture in his studio. But when he meets a visiting artist and niece of a family friend, he’s eager to break his work plans for play. He knows first-hand life’s short. 

Teacher and artist Harper Gaines is bowled over by the handsome and friendly finish carpenter she meets during her vacation. His admiration for her art and his enthusiasm for life light her up, and remind her of how much she’s been missing since her soldier husband’s death. But when she discovers Cam’s also a soldier, she retreats, unable to risk another loss. 

Cam has never felt such a strong connection, and he won’t give up without a fight. But will Cam’s persistence and the magic of Christmas be enough to convince Harper to take a chance on them? 

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“Hullo, kitty.” She obliged, picking him up and rubbing her cheek on his fur. “Mee? Seriously? That’s its name?” 

Cam shook his head to clear it, but he should’ve cleared his throat because the words, “No, his—” came out in a croak. He did clear his throat then. “His name is Chairman Meow, but I call him Mee for short.” 

“Chairman Meow. Clever.” She held the cat out to look into his unblinking green eyes. “Hello, Chairman Meow. How did you get that name?” 

Inanely, Cam waited a few seconds, not really thinking the cat would answer, but having Harper show up at his door was a miracle, and he was certainly up for more. Finally, after she transferred her gaze to him, he said, “Joe and I found him on the River Walk a couple of winters ago—wet and shivering under one of the benches. I brought him home, dried him off, and gave him some scrambled eggs. Put an ad on the local lost-pet Facebook page, but nobody claimed him.” 

“And Chairman Meow?” She wandered farther into the workshop with a limp Mee lying on her shoulder like a furry scarf. 

“Ah, that was all my brother Joe. When Mee was a kitten, his head was so round and seemed way too big for his body. Have you seen pictures of Mao Tse-tung?” 

She frowned. “If I have, I don’t remember.” 

“Round face. Plump cheeks, plus that cat took over my house like a little general.” He chuckled. “Couple of days after I got him, we were drinking hot buttered rum and tossing out names for the poor thing who was glaring at us like we were the enemy, and Joe mentioned he looked like Mao … so Chairman Meow.” 

“Ah, okay.” She gave the cat a final stroke and set him back on the concrete floor. “I like it.” 

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Nan Reinhardt is a USA Today bestselling author of sweet, small-town romantic fiction for Tule Publishing. Her day job is working as a freelance copyeditor and proofreader, however, writing is Nan’s first and most enduring passion. She can’t remember a time in her life when she wasn’t writing—she wrote her first romance novel at the age of ten and is still writing, but now from the viewpoint of a wiser, slightly rumpled, woman in her prime. Nan lives in the Midwest with her husband of 51 years, where they split their time between a house in the city and a cottage on a lake. Talk to Nan at: nan@nanreinhardt.com. 

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