Tuesday Taste – Hoale Lang Syne


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It’s HERE!

In with the new and out with the old? Sometimes new things come with old vendettas.

A deadly game of cat and mouse has made Adam realize someone sees him as the cheese. And that same someone is setting a trap that could put an end to Adam’s love life issues…once and for all.

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“Stalked? From one box on your porch you jump right to stalked?” He stepped closer and Adam’s body tilted incrementally toward his, reveling in his delicious heat. “Tell me the rest.”

“It isn’t…”

“Adam!”

“Good god, you’re pushy,” Adam groused.

For the first time since he’d arrived on Dirk’s doorstep, his ex-lover appeared on the verge of a smile. “Just tell me the whole story and I won’t have to keep insisting.”

Sighing, Adam lifted his hands in surrender. “Somebody kissed me on New Year’s eve…”

The tender beginnings of Dirk’s smile vanished. “Is that why you broke it off with me?”

“No. Oh god, no. I’m sorry, Dirk. It’s just not that simple.”

“Please! Stop telling me you’re sorry. We’re both sorry.” He flung a hand toward Maddy. “She’s sorry. Walter’s sorry. The whole fucking world is fucking sorry that we broke up. But that doesn’t change the fact that I feel like I’ve been hit by a fucking train, Adam. It doesn’t change the fact that my stomach is so twisted in knots that I can’t eat, I can barely swallow, and forget sleep…” He stopped, his whole body trembling.

Adam lifted a hand in Dirk’s direction and then let it fall, unwilling to touch him for fear if he did there’d be no going back. He’d just pull Dirk into his arms and never let him go again. “I’m so…”

“Oh god, Adam!”

 

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#MySexySaturday Hoale Lang Syne – January 23, 2015!


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In with the new and out with the old? Sometimes new things come with old vendettas.

A deadly game of cat and mouse has made Adam realize someone sees him as the cheese. And that same someone is setting a trap that could put an end to Adam’s love life issues…once and for all.

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Music throbbed on the air like an audible sex act…no doubt tightening the sexual core of every living being in the place. A giant disco ball spun in dizzying circles high above the dance floor, sending fractured silver light around the room like elusive confetti.

It was a night filled with the promise of tomorrow. An evening taut with sensual innuendo. And as midnight pounded nearer with each bass beat of the music, lovers pressed ever closer, their lips a breath away in readiness for the intersection of one year with another. The moments sparkled with expectation…throbbed with promise.

And he was outside it all…lonely…immensely sad…and feeling aggressive in his aloneness. Still, he anticipated the new year like everybody else, determined to make the changes necessary to get what he wanted…needed…in his life. He viewed it as his pivot point. It was the moment when he got his life in order. And he was willing to do whatever it took to make the pivot happen.

Anything at all.

His gaze slipped toward the long, padded benches along the wall. To the figure standing just beyond the spray of silver light. He watched as the lean, muscular form straightened away from the wall, the dark head lifting to observe the swirling silver globe in anticipation of its descent.

He stared, licking suddenly dry lips. He was so close to happiness. All he needed to do was reach for it. And he was determined that he would make that reach. He was thirty seconds from embracing his destiny.

With that thought pulsing inside his mind, he pushed away from the bar and stalked toward the lone figure on the edges of the festivities, shoving a path through the mindless masses to get to him. The man he loved more than life itself.

His future.

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My Sexy Saturday – Declan Sands


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Sometimes going home is clarifying. Sometimes it’s just plain deadly!

Adam travels to Candlelight, Indiana to visit his parents for Christmas. When he arrives he discovers somebody has killed a man and dumped him in the manger of the living crèche at the local church. Unfortunately, all signs lead back to Adam’s father as the murderer. A Sheriff with a grudge and a small town more interested in gossip than reality, convince Adam that it will be up to him and the gang to clear his father’s name.

Tina, The Novel Approach: “…these are some of the funniest, most colorful and sexy characters around. If this was what Declan Sands could do with them in 75 pages, I can’t imagine how great a whole novel would be.”

“I love this series! This book was incredibly sweet sexy and fun. There are some laugh out loud moments as well as some sigh and swoon.” ~ Donna, Goodreads Reviewer

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“What was the sheriff doing here?”

Adam turned to find Dirk standing inside the garage, wearing only a rumpled t-shirt and a pair of baggy sweats. He was drinking a cup of coffee and looking delicious. “He was searching for the murder weapon.”

Dirk frowned. “He’s not giving up on the idea that your dad’s the murderer is he?”

Shaking his head, Adam said, “He has his reasons. I’ll tell you later, when we’re alone.”

He jerked his head toward the door into the house. Reaching up with a grin, Adam very deliberately hit the button to lower the door and then, as soon as they were hidden from view of the street, leaned in and captured Dirk’s soft, coffee-flavored lips. He moaned as their tongues touched…tangled, and pressed himself full-length against Dirk, enjoying the heavy fullness beneath Dirk’s sweats. When Adam broke the kiss he took Dirk’s coffee cup and sipped from it. Then he smiled. “Is Mink still terrifying the neighbor?”

Dirk laughed. “The woman was paper white when I came into the kitchen. She was so upset she didn’t even recognize me.”

Adam wrapped an arm around Dirk’s waist and started toward the door. “Let’s go say hello and then get out of here. We need to talk to Father Ignatius’ secretary before she leaves for the day. It’s Christmas Eve and I’m sure she won’t put in a full day.”

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Tuesday Taste – Hoaley Ill-Manored


 

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Now in PRINT!

A 200 year old manor house, a questionable death, and a cache of stolen jewelry. Who will kill to keep their secrets?

The gang flips a 200 year old manor house in the beautiful, rolling hills of Brown County, Indiana. Unfortunately the house is the site of a suicide, the result of a broken romance, and is rumored to be haunted. Adam and Maddy get caught up in the story of the young couple who were torn apart by family, local events, and something sinister that still seems to be stalking the house. It might not be a ghost, but whatever it is, it has the potential to be deadly.

 The Romance Reviews: “…a very enjoyable and rollicking story of wannabe detectives meeting villains who would rather their secrets stay hidden. Supported by some well-drawn characters and an intriguing plot line of interracial prejudice, murder and lost love, this story draws the reader in and provides a wonderful distraction to the realities of the real world.”

The Novel Approach: “As you read each novel, the characters become more alive to you, and more real. I found myself cringing and shutting my eyes and laughing, and sometimes scoffing along with the crew.”

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“I knew the recent family of course. The last Bilsworth lived in this house up until ten years ago. They finally gave up on trying to keep the grand old lady running and sold out to a rich young man with no sense at all.” Edgar shook his head. “That was my last day at the house. I couldn’t stay on and watch the silliness that ensued.” He sighed. “But the original Bilsworths I learned about from my great-granddad. He worked for Mathew Bilsworth himself, but that was probably ten or fifteen years after.”

Adam lifted an eyebrow, tipping his water bottle for another drink. “After what?”

“After the first murder,” Edgar told him stoically.

Adam sprayed his water, showering Walter, who had been sprawled at his feet. Walter jumped up, wagging his tail. He thought they were playing spray the dog ’cause he’s hot. It was Walter’s favorite summer game. Adam sputtered, “first murder! There was more than one?”

At the screech in Adam’s voice Walter slunk out of the kitchen. He had a delicate psyche and generally went to great lengths to avoid negativity.

“Well, technically the second one was declared a suicide. But I never believed it.”

Instead of being appalled, or even surprised Adam noted, Maddy seemed even more excited by Edgar’s revelation. “Tell us! I knew about the more recent suicide. I didn’t realize there had been a murder in the house too!” She all but clapped her hands with delight.

Adam wanted to throttle her. Just once he wished they could buy and rehab a house that didn’t have skeletons in its closet…literally.

Edgar patted her hand and smiled. “Oh yes, dear, It was quite the scandal at the time. Young Mister Bilsworth was apparently a different sort…” Glancing uncomfortably at Maddy, Edgar cleared his throat, clearly embarrassed by young Mister Bilsworth’s differences.

Adam nearly smiled. “You mean he was gay?”

Edgar nodded, his pale gaze determinedly avoiding Maddy’s. “Yes. That was the story anyway. By all accounts he became…close…with a slightly older man he met in London and asked the young man, Jenks I think his name was, to come and stay at Bilsworth Manor for the summer. You can imagine how that went over with his father.”

Maddy nodded. “I’m guessing daddy Bilsworth wasn’t happy.”

“No indeed. Especially since old Mr. Bilsworth had been hoping to marry young Patrick off to the daughter of a wealthy landowner out East.”

Maddy leaned closer, clearly enchanted by the tale. “So what happened?”

Edgar shook his head. “I’m afraid Mr. Jenks was quite the scandalous fellow. Old Bilsworth asked around about him and discovered that things tended to disappear when Jenks was around. Expensive things, such as jewelry and gold. Nothing had been proved yet but there was considerable speculation that Jenks had forged a relationship with young Patrick so he’d have a way out of Dodge, so to speak, before he was arrested and hanged for his crimes in England.”

“Poor Patrick,” Maddy murmured.

Adam couldn’t help thinking Patrick must have been a unique kind of dope to fall for Jenks’s bullshit. “So despite the rumors that Jenks was a thief, Patrick Bilsworth fell for him and believed Jenks fell back?”

Edgar nodded, “It appears so. An unfortunate state of affairs to be sure.”

“So Jenks travelled to Bilsworth Manor from London,” Maddy prompted.

“Just ahead of the law apparently.” Edgar agreed. “From all accounts, Young Patrick insisted they throw a ball in his friend’s honor when Jenks arrived at Bilsworth. So old Mr. Bilsworth did the only thing he could. He invited every eligible female in the area to the ball, in the desperate hopes that young Patrick would come to his senses and throw Mr. Jenks over. Alas, it wasn’t to be. Apparently, young Patrick ignored all the pretty ladies and sat in a corner fuming as Mr. Jenks, who was by all accounts a very handsome fellow, flirted and danced quite happily with the ladies. In fact, the way my great-granddad told the story, Mr. Jenks fairly ignored young Patrick all night in favor of all the pretty flowers at the ball.” Edgar shook his head. “Love, thy touch is a fickle thing.”

“Amen and amen,” Adam added. “So I’m assuming Jenks’s behavior put a crimp in Patrick’s love?”

“Yes. Young Patrick and Jenks fought, quite loudly it seems, on the veranda that very night. Mr. Patrick threw Mr. Jenks off the premises and Jenks stormed away. Neither gentleman returned to the ball. It was later discovered that several very expensive pieces of jewelry disappeared from the necks and wrists of the ladies that night.”

Maddy shook her head. “How sad. But what about the murder?”

“The next morning, young Patrick came down to breakfast very upset. It seemed he’d had a change of heart about Mr. Jenks and demanded that his father help him find the man so that Patrick could apologize. I don’t have to tell you that Mr. Bilsworth was reluctant at best. But to that good gentleman’s credit, he did engage a search party. Mr. Jenks was finally found, but it was too late. He was hanging from the rafters of one of the slave cabins.”

Adam jerked upright, the bottle of water nearly slipping from his fingers. “Slave cabins!”

Edgar’s pale gaze slid to Adam, filled with surprise. “Why yes. You didn’t know about the cabins?”

Maddy gave an exclamation of excitement. “Are they still here? The cabins?”

“Only one I’m afraid.”

She stood up, apparently forgetting they were talking to a ninety-year-old man. “Can you show us where it is?”

“Mads…” Adam warned.

Edgar shook his head. “I’m sorry. I’m afraid these tired old legs wouldn’t carry me there. But I can tell you where it is. It shouldn’t be hard to find, despite the fact that the trees have quite grown up around it.”

“Did they ever discover who killed Mr. Jenks?” Adam’s mind was still stuck in the past.

“No. And the stolen jewelry was never discovered either. Many believe he hid them right here in Bilsworth Manor. But no one’s ever found them, though many have tried. The police have had their hands full, what with the treasure hunters and all those ghost people.”

Adam felt his eyes go wide. “Ghost people?”

“Yes, because of the hauntings of course.”

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Tuesday Taste – A Hoale Lot of Trouble


 

 

Sexy gay construction company owner,  Adam Hoale, sometimes gets more than he bargained for when he flips a house!

Adam Hoale owns a construction company called, predictably, Hoale Construction. When he finds an eye opening surprise in the walls of a house he’s flipping, and a libido flaring surprise standing on the lawn, he’s willing to do the right thing with the surprise in the wall while entertaining dirty thoughts about the surprise on the lawn.

But as the world finds out what he discovered, and his new boy toy seems to be keeping too many secrets to make a relationship a reality, Adam soon realizes he may just get flipped himself if he’s not careful.

 

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5 Stars from The Romance Studio: “This is a very good story from beginning to end and I thoroughly enjoyed the read. The author has written this one so well I could have sworn I was part of the story as the characters felt like old friends. They are well drawn in a clever, solid plot that is very inviting. The romantic aspect is charming and realistically written with some mysterious elements also. I really loved this book. The author took a simple theme and made it into something grand. A Hoale Lot of Trouble is the first in a new mystery series. I can’t wait to read what’s coming next.”

4 Stars from The Romance Reviews: “I really enjoyed this quirky, fast paced, mystery story from Declan Sands. … a wonderful well written romp of detective like proportions, steamy in the bedroom/out the bedroom interludes between Adam and Dirk and a seething tide of emotional baggage and secrets that threaten to spill out and endanger everyone involved. I definitely want to read the rest in the series.”

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By the time Adam finally got home that night, Walter was sitting cross legged in front of the door and almost ran him over trying to get to the grass to pee. Exhausted, with his mind roiling under the load of worries and problems, Adam just wanted to grab a beer and a hot shower, and hit the sheets.

The beer was easy enough. But as he tipped it and took the first, big swallow of the icy brew, Walter started barking. Walter only barked at people. Mostly people who were in places they shouldn’t be.

Adam hurried to his office and quickly unlocked the bottom drawer of his desk, pulling out his 38 special. He checked the chamber as he moved quickly to the front door of the office, but by the time he pulled the door open, Walter had stopped barking.

He flung the door open, holding the 38 down by his side, and gasped.

“Hey!”  Dirk stood with one foot on the threshold and one hand resting against the brick of the building’s exterior. He was dressed in fashionably tattered jeans and an oversized Colts sweatshirt. His big feet were covered in loafers, a golden line of skin showing below the hem told Adam he was sans socks.

Dirk had always hated footwear. He liked to tell Adam he had hot feet. Adam completely agreed, in a non foot-fetish kind of way. Everything about Dirk was hot.

“How’d you find me?”

“I went to your old place first and found out you’d sold it.” Dirk lifted an eyebrow in question but didn’t ask.  “I thought I’d just give the office a shot.”

“Yeah. It was stupid to pay rent on two places.” Adam placed the gun on a small table by the door and peered around the frame. “Where’s Walter?”

“Pooping on the plumber’s lawn.”

Adam grinned, giving Dirk a high five. He hated the plumber who owned the business next door.

“So…what did you do with the woman who’s named after a popular, upscale department store?”

Dirk frowned for a moment, then grinned as he realized Adam was referring to Macy, his date from earlier in the evening. “She’s at home, I think. Her home. Though I’m pretty sure she was making plans to go clubbing with friends.”

“Ah. So she knew she was just ‘Distract-o-Date’?”

Dirk laughed easily, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms over his chest. “Macy’s an old friend. She and I have never dated romantically.”

As if romance was really even an option for Dirk when it came to the boob and clitoris set.

“Ah.” Adam peered around the door again. “What’s taking Walter so long?”

“I think he’s harassing a squirrel.”

“Walter!” A moment later the big dog loped over, slavered a long, tender lick up the denim covering Dirk’s well muscled thigh, and slipped past Adam. The ruffled arch of his long tail slammed against the door frame as he passed.

An awkward moment ensued, during which Adam tried really hard to think of a way to just close the door and not invite Dirk inside.

“Can I come inside?”

Adam caught Dirk’s gaze and held it, terror thumping against his ribs. He knew only too well what would happen if he let Dirk in. “Um. I…ah…I was just going to take a shower…” Oh good lord!

Dirk’s expression brightened. “Perfect. I’m feeling a little dirty myself.” He took a step closer, trying to push Adam backward into the room.

Adam held his position, but Dirk’s chest was so close a deep inhalation would have them touching. His breath danced across Adam’s face, smelling of minty freshness and heated memories. Adam gulped, swayed, his hand came out to touch the doorframe, steadying himself.

Dirk leaned in and swiped his tongue across Adam’s bottom lip. “Mmm, beer.  I could get drunk just kissing you.”

Despite the bad movie line, Adam’s cock pressed against his pants, his balls tightened. Pain throbbed in his chest. He’d been holding his breath. Releasing it slowly, he tried to step away, but Dirk’s hand grabbed his wrist. His arm snaked around Adam’s waist, and suddenly their bodies were pressed tightly and Dirk’s lips crushed his. God help him, Adam’s mouth opened as his hands wrapped around the other man’s shoulders.

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Tuesday Taste – Discordant Lights – Available Now!


 

When Chaos rules, only the fiercest love survives.

Bright City is growing increasingly discordant. Something dark and treacherous is stalking Rabb and Brant, creating havoc in both of their worlds. The Vampire Council is putting pressure on Brant to become an elder, using Rabb as bait to force him to comply. All the while, Rabb battles deadly fractures in pack alliances and fights his own personal vampire skirmish.

Will the packs fight an internal war to replace Rabb? Will the vampires force Brant to choose sides? War is on the horizon, and it might not only ravage the supes in Bright City, but also devastate the human population living ignorant and helpless among them.

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Brant stood on the stone patio of the mayor’s mansion and looked up at the stars. He held a warmed glass of pig’s blood in his hand and his thoughts were scattered, filled with all the problems he needed to resolve.

The moon was full and bright, casting a warm glow over the rolling, wooded grounds. Beyond the light, moving silently through the shadows, Rabb’s men were on constant watch for trouble.

Trouble was something he and Rabb had in abundance. And it was coming from so many different directions, it was hard to focus on any one issue long enough to solve it.

Foremost on his mind was Rabb. Despite agreeing to join the council to protect his lover, Brant didn’t trust the vamps to keep their word. He’d witnessed too many broken off conversations…too many glances across space when the council discussed relations with the shifter community.

The members of the council were up to something.

A soft whistle throbbed on the night and Brant’s gaze slid toward the sound, his senses sharpening. He focused his preternatural vision in the direction of the sound and the shadows brightened, showing…nothing.

No guard, no intruder.

Brant settled his glass onto the table and started forward, his built-in alarm system screaming. He sharpened his hearing as he approached the spot where the guard should have been. The dull thud, thud, thud of a laboring heartbeat filled his hearing. Hard on the heels of that damaged heartbeat was the sweet, metallic aroma of freshly spilled blood.

Brant’s pulse picked up, his fingernails lengthening to claws as his vamp came out in a big way. His cock twitched as the blood trail summoned him closer and all sense of caution slipped away.

Gone was cautious, thoughtful humanity. Brant became the predator searching for his next meal.

He stepped under the trees and saw the telltale glistening of blood on the grass. The aroma beckoned him…drawing him forward even as a tiny portion of his mind screamed for him to stop and retreat.

He slammed the door closed on that bit of conscious thought and dropped to his knees on the grass, inch-long fangs dripping saliva as he opened his mouth to growl his need.

A low groan had his head whipping around and he shot to his feet, his preternatural gaze sliding upward. A large body hung, limp and bleeding, over a high branch. The wind shifted the smaller branches around the injured man and the moon showed through. The silvery light wrapped the bleeding shifter in an aura, making him appear to glow.

Brant growled again, his claws digging holes in his palms as a small part of him screamed in warning. The shifter might as well have been wearing a neon sign with Brant’s name on it. His blood was a drug Brant found impossible to resist.

Yet, Brant had just enough humanity left to let a single thought slide in to nudge aside the ravening need.

Someone had set a trap for him.

 

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Oh! Hoaley Night! Meet Dirk and Adam


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Sometimes going home is clarifying. Sometimes it’s just plain deadly!

Adam travels to Candlelight, Indiana to visit his parents for Christmas. When he arrives he discovers somebody has killed a man and dumped him in the manger of the living crèche at the local church. Unfortunately, all signs lead back to Adam’s father as the murderer. A Sheriff with a grudge and a small town more interested in gossip than reality, convince Adam that it will be up to him and the gang to clear his father’s name.

 Tina, The Novel Approach: “…these are some of the funniest, most colorful and sexy characters around. If this was what Declan Sands could do with them in 75 pages, I can’t imagine how great a whole novel would be.”

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Walter met them at the door when they got back. He snuffled their hands looking for goodies and then turned back around when he discovered they didn’t have anything and headed back out of the kitchen. The house was dark and quiet but Adam found a note on the kitchen table from his mom.

Gone back to the station. You and Dirk can share the bunks right? Mink’s in the guest room. Love, Mom.

Adam thought about going to the station too, but Dirk seemed to read his mind and took the note out of his hands, settling it onto the table. “She’s doing what she needs to do, Ads. Let her be.”

Adam briefly considered arguing but weariness got the better of him. “Yeah. I’ll get a couple of hours of sleep and spell her in the morning.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Dirk told him, pulling him out of the kitchen. “Was your mom actually talking about the bunk beds?”

Heat suffused Adam’s face and he wasn’t sure if it was because of memories engendered by Dirk’s question, or embarrassment that his mom hadn’t changed his room a whit since he was twelve. “I’m afraid so,” Adam admitted.

They hit the stairs and started to climb. “Yum,” Dirk said, leaning in to nibble Adam’s jaw. “I still have wet dreams about those beds.”

Adam laughed, feeling his own wet dream coming up. “It was probably the Astronaut Eddie comforters.”

“Nope,” Dirk shook his head. “I’m pretty sure it was the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle posters on the walls.”

Adam laughed. “I totally wanted to do Donatello.”

Dirk snorted against his neck. “I was a Raphael guy myself. Punch first and ask questions later always made me hard.”

They stopped laughing as they passed the guest room door and heard a high-pitched whistling noise.

“Good god, what is that?” Dirk asked.

The whistling was quickly followed by the sound of whinnying and Adam suddenly grinned, realizing what they were hearing. “Oh, that’s Mink. He snores like a girl.”

“Or a horse.”

The door to Adam’s room was open and there was an entirely different kind of snoring coming from inside. A quick look around located the source. That was when they realized that Walter had commandeered the bottom bunk.

Adam tried to move him off the bed but he was like a lead-filled pillow with slippery covering. When Walter slept he was pretty much in a coma state.

“I guess we’re sharing the top bunk.” Dirk lifted an eyebrow and Adam’s stomach did a little flip. In a blink, the weariness that had been dogging him slid away. He stepped closer and Dirk’s arms were suddenly around him, pulling him into a full-body press that stole his breath.

Their lips touched and heat flared between them as it always had, from the earliest days fumbling and exploring in the dark. As Dirk’s lips parted and his tongue slipped into Adam’s mouth, memories slid over him like melted chocolate—sweet, dark and addictive.

The years sloughed away under the power of their mutual attraction, just as strong in that moment as it had been fifteen years earlier.

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Hoaley Ill-Manored
Hoaley Inexplicable