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CMCon17 Halloween Flash Fiction with A E Via

Posted October 28, 2016 By Jennifer

Today I’m happy to welcome yet another “new to Coastal Magic” Featured Author, A E Via. Today is day four of our Halloween Flash Fiction Blog Event, and A E has another fun, and a little sexy, story for us.

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Today’s contest entry is a little different. Rather than just leaving a general question or comment — A E has asked a question about your Halloween traditions. Be sure to chat with us about your holiday fun to be entered to win a prize pack of books & swag from many of our authors this week! (And be sure to check back on our “kickoff post” for the full schedule of participating authors. So many great stories, and each day you can enter to win!)

Here’s the image that inspired her story…

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Making Scary Sexy

Genesis Godfrey and Curtis Jackson

(From the Best-Selling series: Nothing Special)

Genesis watched his boyfriend of almost two years walk back and forth while he spoke with one of his two fathers. He would stop every couple passes and run his hand through the long blond hair on top of his head.

“I know, Dad. I tried to talk to him, he’s just an evil bastard that enjoys his little bit of authority.”

Genesis had just finished pulling his shirt on when Curtis tapped him on the shoulder, handing him his cell phone. He barely refrained from rolling his eyes when he took it and left the room. He went into their den and hit the speakerphone so he could tie up his boots. “Hey.”

“What the fuck, Gen? Why’s my boy still getting the business at that school?”

“Hi Ruxs, it’s nice to hear from you too.” Genesis sighed. His boyfriend’s fathers were two badass detectives with one of the most dangerous narcotics task forces in Atlanta. Terrifying was a gross understatement to describe either of them.

“Cut the crap. I asked you to handle that prick,” Ruxs growled.

“Curtis is a grown man, Ruxs. You know he doesn’t like anyone stepping in to fight his battles. He may be smaller than us but he can handle his own business.”

“I know he can! You think I don’t know that. Curtis will keep taking the abuse because he’ll do anything for those kids. He’ll never risk losing that job. So now I want you to go and put the fear of God in that piece of shit. He’s probably doing it because he’s gay or who-the-hell-knows – I don’t give a damn. Just handle it, Genesis… without Curtis knowing.”

“Alright,” Genesis huffed, peeking around the corner to make sure Curtis was still down the hall.

“I mean it. I don’t want to hear him so upset again. Either you do it… or we’re coming to do it,” Ruxs snarled.

“No! No, no, no. I like this city. I can handle it.” Genesis didn’t need the Enforcers coming to DC. No damn way.

“Good.” Click.

Genesis went back into their room and tossed Curtis’ cell phone on the bed. “I’m sorry you had a bad day today,” he whispered, coming up behind his lover and resting his chin on top of his head, massaging his tense shoulders.

“Yeah. Damnit.” Curtis leaned his head back against Genesis’ broad chest. “I don’t know why he treats me like that. I’ve never done a thing to him but he rides my ass like a goddamn horse jockey.”

Genesis chuckled at his boyfriend’s unique sense of humor. “Okay first, I don’t like that reference whatsoever, and two, it’s a volunteer job, babe. Why don’t you find another center?”

“No. I love those kids. They trust me. I can’t just walk out, Gen. I know what that feels like.” Curtis dropped down on their large bed and began pulling on his tan leather boots.

“Alright. Let’s not think about that anymore tonight. We both finally have a weekend off, let’s kick this Friday off on a more enthusiastic…” Genesis yanked Curtis to his feet, pulling him into his body, loving the way he melted into him. “…and sexier note, whatd’ya say? Just me and you out on the town, enjoying the fall weather. You love this time of year… colorful leaves, fun decorations… trick-or-treaters.”

Curtis smiled up at him. “You’re right. I sure do. Okay. Let’s do something fun.”

“You wanna go to a club or something?” Genesis ran his rough stubble across Curtis’ soft hair. “Whatever you want.”

“Ugh. No club. Someone always recognizes you and wants an autograph, then they want to spend the rest of the evening talking about football. No, thanks. You’re all mine tonight.”

Genesis was a Heisman trophy winner with the Georgia Bulldogs his senior year and was a first round NFL draft pick, but choose to take his engineering scholarship and opt for a less complicated life in DC with the love of his life. People called him insane for turning down millions, but he made a good living working for Apple and he liked coming home to his partner every night.

Walking close to each other, with his arm draped over Curtis’ shoulder, they passed decorated storefronts with standing ghost statues and door entrances encased in fake cobwebs “I used to love Halloween. We should pass out candy.”

“What?! I’m not… you can.”

“Why?” Curtis frowned.

“Because it’s on Monday night. Bears are playing. It’ll take the National Guard to get me off that couch for even a second.”

Curtis hugged him closer, using Genesis’ bulk to shield him from the brisk weather. The scary holiday was only a few days away and the city streets were full of holiday attractions. Walking past a popular DC park, Genesis looked up and read the huge banner decorated to the nines. HALLOWEEN HAYRIDE.

“Hey, let’s go in, babe. It looks fun.” Genesis was already walking up to the gate, pulling Curtis behind him, to pay the five-dollar admission. It wasn’t their first time at that particular park, but it was awesome to see it all decorated with inflatable pumpkins, carved jack-o-lanterns, ghouls hanging from trees, and glow in the dark skeletons. Genesis let Curtis stop and peruse vendors selling candy apples and fall decorations, simply enjoying his smile.

“Hayride is right here.” Curtis stood behind another couple waiting for the next small pony-drawn buggy.

Since it was dusk, there wasn’t much activity and they were able to get their own trailer. The ride was bumpy and the creepy individuals lurking in the dark forest were more entertaining than scary. Genesis let Curtis lean back against him, wrapping him up tight while they smirked at the valiant attempts to frighten them. Instead of focusing on that, he reclined and enjoyed the weather. “At least we’ll have some vacation time when we go to my brother’s wedding in a couple months. That’ll be good.”

“Yes, Jesus. I need it, too.” Curtis tilted his head up, silently asking for a kiss.

Genesis nipped and licked at Curtis’ soft pink lips, neither of them breaking to acknowledge the young woman dressed up as a witch jumping onto the side of their buggy. Rolling her eyes, she jumped down and got back in position, ready for the next one to come through.

The ride came to a stop and the driver, wearing a mummy costume, turned and told them the ride was over and pointed to a small one-story building. “You can go through the poltergeist house or cut through the haunted graveyard to exit.”

Genesis stepped down, reaching back for Curtis. The buggy pulled off and both of them stood there, staring at the small concrete path that led to an iron door between two large concrete pillars. It wasn’t the dark gray asylum-style door itself that was spooky; it was the vast amount of dead vines that cloaked it. It appeared dreary and desolate, as if the building was too ancient and unique to tear down. Clearly, it wasn’t inhabitable, it just sat out there in the middle of the old park; an abandoned structure that looked like a dwelling fit for the crypt keeper.

“Yeah, we’ll just go through the fake cemetery.” Curtis chuckled nervously.

“No. Let’s go in. I wanna know what it looks like in there. It’s all made up.” Genesis nodded toward the doors.

“I don’t think that’s made up. It looks like the Blair witch naps in there. I’ll pass.” Curtis turned in the direction of the field cleverly decorated with artificial tombstones and fake fog.

Genesis ran up to his lover and grabbed him from behind, pressing his mouth behind his ear. “You scared, baby? It’s alright, I’ll protect you.”

Curtis scoffed, “No, I’m not scared. I just think it’s stupid. I don’t wanna go in.”

“Oh, come on. We’ve paid the fee for the park. Let’s do it. Besides, I haven’t been in a haunted house since my sophomore year in college.”

“I wouldn’t tell anyone that,” Curtis deadpanned, letting Genesis pull him up the four concrete steps covered with dark orange and yellow fall leaves.

Genesis pushed open the heavy door, the sound of the metal groaning loudly. He looked back to see Curtis practically on his back. He smiled at him and winked mischievously. Since he didn’t see any more buggies approaching, Genesis closed the door behind them.

It was dark, but the deep purple and red strobe lights helped them find the crack in the blood red curtain that hung a few feet from the entrance. There was a sound machine in the corner playing loud, howling wind sounds and screaming banshees. There were no other people inside or anything jumping out at them as they surveyed the dreary interior. It was more a ghoulish art display than frightening. In the main area was a long, ten-chair dining room table, which Genesis had to admit was cool as hell. There were glowing skeletons propped in various positions in front of plates that held everything from realistic-looking depictions of guts, eyeballs, and brains, to decapitated heads and body parts. Gothic candles illuminated the exhibit and more strobe lights danced around the table. Curtis held on tight to his arms while they looked around the gruesome set-up.

“Wow, someone really put a lot of work into this,” Curtis whispered.

“I can only imagine how packed this place is on Halloween,” Genesis said, walking around the one wall into what he guessed was supposed to be the poltergeist room. As they moved, black lights flickered and ratty sheet-covered ghosts, hung from the high ceiling, dropped and ascended in quick intervals. Curtis flinched when an extremely old-fashioned turntable came to life and began playing sounds of a man moaning like he was being tortured.

“Okay, I’m done.” Curtis tapped him on his back. “That sounds disturbing.”

Genesis laughed. “I know, right. I wonder where they got that soundtrack from. This is supposed to be PG-13, I’d assume.”

Genesis spun around, walking Curtis backwards against the door that’d lead them out of the freaky house. He pushed his hard body against Curtis, talking to him in that deep, whisky drawl that he knew got his guy going. “It sounds like the moans that guy was making in the video we watched online the other night, doesn’t it.”

Curtis looked up at him, his beautiful baby blues were hard to see in the darkness, but Genesis knew they shone with amusement, and probably a little lust. “What do you think you’re doing? You can’t possibly be getting turned on right now. There’s a drooling zombie in the corner.” Curtis wrapped his arms around Genesis’ waist, pulling him closer to him.

“I don’t care where we are or what’s around, I’m always turned on with you in my arms,” Genesis whispered, gripping Curtis’ chin in his calloused hand and tilting his mouth up to his own. He didn’t waste time with timid kisses – he’d done that on the ride – now he was thirsty. With his other hand, he gripped the back of Curtis’ neck and devoured his mouth, right there amidst the fake horror scene. It all seemed to disappear for a moment, especially when Curtis’ moans mixed in with the recorded man’s. Genesis pressed his body in closer, using his brawn to keep Curtis exactly where he wanted for as long as he wanted. He was getting hard, and as much as he wanted to reach inside those well-worn jeans and make Curtis moan a little louder, he wouldn’t risk anyone catching them.

“Ohh, Genny. Hell. How do you do this to me every time?” Curtis whispered, licking at the corners of Genesis’ mouth.

“Mmm. Because you’re mine, sweetheart.” Genesis drawled, running his hand down Curtis’ back to his supple ass, giving it hard squeeze, earning him a sensual groan against his stubbled cheek.

“Let’s get the hell outta here, so you can finish what you started,” Curtis murmured.

Genesis laughed, pushing open the door. “Does Halloween bring out the freak in you, baby?”

“I think it does for everyone.” Curtis grinned slyly, stealing another quick kiss on his way past.

The End,… for now.

 

nothingspecial-banner-jayaheer2015-bw150dpi-cityHope you enjoyed this teaser of Curtis and Gen. You’ve been asking for more of them and I love to give the readers what they want. This event was so much fun to participate in, and I found it extremely entertaining that the time frame perfectly coincides with Nothing Special 5, that’s releasing on Christmas Day. Be sure to keep an eye on my website for more current information; or read the extensive excerpt at the end of my new release: The Secrets in My Scowl. You might be one of the lucky winners in my current giveaway to receive an advanced copy.

Halloween is one of my favorite days of the year. Leave a comment on what you and your special someone / or family likes to do on Halloween.

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CMCon17 Halloween Flash Fiction with Dee Davis

Posted October 27, 2016 By Jennifer

Day three of our annual Flash Fiction event brings us a sexy, emotional Halloween-time story from another first time Featured Author at Coastal Magic, Dee Davis!

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In addition to sharing her short story here… Dee’s sent us the cover of the first book in a new romantic suspense series!! Check below her flash fiction to see a first look at FADE TO GRAY!

Don’t forget to comment on this post with a question or comment for her (or for us), to be entered to win a prize pack of books & swag from many of our authors this week! (And be sure to check back on our “kickoff post” for the full schedule of participating authors. So many great stories, and each day you can enter to win!)

Here’s the image that inspired her story…

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In My Dreams

Caroline lay in her bed in the dark wishing Ethan weren’t so very far away.  It was only the second time they’d been parted since they were married, and there was so much she wanted to tell him.  

She rolled onto her side, the golden glow of the jack-o-lanterns on the porch flickering through a crack in the curtains.  Automatically, her hand moved to her still-flat belly and her heart fluttered at the thought of her news.

Pregnant.  She was pregnant.  No, they were pregnant.  The doctor had confirmed the news this morning.  This time next year they’d have their own little ghost or goblin for Halloween.  It was all they’d talked about, starting a family.  And now, in the most important of moments, Ethan was gone.

Of course she could text him.  He’d still be in the air.  And he usually bought Wi-Fi.  But somehow she wanted to share the news in person.  This wasn’t the kind of news one texted.  She snuggled into the soft down of the comforter, the cool October air caressing her cheek.  Her eyes drifted shut, and she let her thoughts move to Ethan.  

His strong hands.  His hard body.  His beautiful face.  With a smile, she let sleep entice her, the dark closing around her, dreams of her husband and their beautiful baby dancing in her head.

Somewhere in the darkness the clock struck twelve, the chimes clear in the cold night air.  The bed depressed with the weight of another body and Caroline rolled sleepily into the warmth of her husband, his scent soothing and familiar.  

“You’re supposed to be flying,” she murmured as she lifted her head for his kiss.

“I wanted to be with you,” he said, his strong arms pulling her close as his hands stroked her body.  Heat coiled deep inside her and she shifted beneath him, wanting his touch.  

His lips met hers, brushing her lips once, twice, then deepening the kiss, his touch passionate and possessive.  And then his mouth moved lower, tracing the column of her throat, caressing the hollow between her breasts, his silky hair brushing her against her skin. Her nipples hardened and molten fire pooled between legs.

God, she loved him so much.

He pushed the fabric of her nightgown above her hips and she quivered in anticipation as his mouth moved from one breast to the other, his fingers slipping between her legs, stroking, caressing.

She arched upwards as he found her core, and suddenly he was there, filling her.  Loving her.  Faster and faster they moved, each stroke more exquisite than the last.  As they found release, she wrapped her arms around him, knowing that he was her soul.  Her heart.  That with him—anything was possible.

They lay in the darkness, the sound of his heart beating beneath her cheek.  Her fingers moved in lazy circles across his chest.  This was heaven.  The two of them together.  Surrounded by the velvet darkness of the night.

She sighed, wondering if she could possibly be more content.

“Whatever the reason, I’m glad you’re back,” she whispered.  “I have something important to tell you.”

She felt him smile, and her heart rejoiced.  “I saw the doctor today.”  She paused, snuggling closer, savoring the moment.  “Ethan, we’re having a baby.”

“I know,” he answered, his voice hoarse with emotion.  “I love you, Caroline.  I will always love you.”

She nestled against him, content to lie there against his warmth.  “And I will always love you.”  Sleep curled through her mind, and she drifted away, knowing that he was there, holding her, keeping the night at bay.

The sound of the phone broke through her sleep and for a moment Caroline felt anger.  She’d been so warm and cozy and…

She sat up, pushing her hair from her face, the phone still screeching.  She fumbled for the bedside table, looking to Ethan’s side, surprised to find it empty.  Still, fog-headed from sleep she picked up her phone and glanced at the screen.

Ethan’s laughing face smiled up at her.  A photo from last summer.

The image changed as she answered the call, a number she didn’t recognize.  “Hello?” Confusion warred with a sudden sense of unease.

“Is this Mrs. Daniels?” a deep voice asked.

“Yes?” Concern morphed to alarm.  “Who is this?”

“I’m calling from the airline, ma’am.”

“The airline?”

“Yes, I’m afraid I have some news,” the voice paused for a moment then rushed on.  “We usually like to send someone in person, but I’m afraid with the…well, with the magnitude of it all…it’s just…not…”  Again a pause.  “I’m afraid it isn’t possible.  I’m so sorry.”

Her gut clenched and she grabbed her belly, instinct urging that she protect herself and her baby.  “About what?  What are you sorry about?”  Her mind was screaming but her heart insisted it couldn’t be anything terrible.  Ethan was home.  He’d made love to her last night.  She’d told him about the baby. She’d fallen asleep in his arms.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Daniels,” the voice said.  “Flight 761—your husband Ethan’s flight—there was a malfunction.  The airplane crashed.  There were no survivors.”

She dropped the phone, reaching for the bed, is if somehow she could make Ethan materialize.  Make him come to her.  

Come to her…

“We’re having a baby.”  Their conversation repeated itself in her head.

“I know.” How had he known?  Not even she’d known until the doctor.  “I love you, Caroline.  I will always love you.”  Ethan’s final words echoed again through her head.

She grabbed the phone.  “What time was it?” she asked, her voice cracking as she struggled for words.  “The crash?  What time was it?”

“At midnight.  The plane exploded at midnight.”

In My Dreams, Copyright, Dee Davis, October 2016, all rights reserved.


Be sure to keep your eyes open for the release of FADE TO GRAY — the first in a new romantic suspense series!!

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And her newest release, available now…

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When not sitting at the computer writing, award winning author Dee Davis spends her time exploring Connecticut with her husband and Cardigan Welsh Corgi.  Visit her at www.deedavis.com

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CMCon17 Halloween Flash Fiction with Kathleen Collins

Posted October 26, 2016 By Jennifer

Welcome to day two of our annual flash fiction event! Today we host a “new to Coastal Magic” author, Kathleen Collins. I can’t wait to meet her in February, and I really enjoyed her short story for this week!

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Don’t forget to comment below her story with a question or comment for her (or for us), to be entered to win a prize pack of books & swag from many of our authors this week! (And be sure to check back on our “kickoff post” for the full schedule of participating authors. So many great stories, and each day you can enter to win!)

Here’s the image that inspired her story…

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by AshenSorrow

 

Deep in the forgotten forests of Pynilyre sat a grand castle. In the center of that castle a stone throne rose in front of a wall of colored glass. A small table had been sat up on the floor in front of the throne. A petite figure dressed in red reclined in one of the chairs, sipping burgundy wine and running her eyes over the stained glass, watching the figures move on the surface.

The Wall, as it was known, wasn’t a decorative piece. It was a living history of their people. The origins had been lost to time but the prevailing rumor was that when the castle was built it had simply grown into place overnight. Anytime a major event happened, it was recorded on The Wall for all to see. Right now, Queen Neecole was watching a battle take place in shards of colored glass. Days ago, she had sent her armies and her best general south to defend their borders from the goblin horde.

“Your majesty?” a voice called from the doorway.

Neecole raised her hand to signal the visitor to approach as she recognized the voice of her favorite advisor. “What is it, Minok?” she asked when he stood beside her.

“You’ve been in here since the armies left.” His fingers tapped nervously on his thighs. “Don’t you think you should give the vigil a rest, or perhaps at least take audiences with some of the people waiting to see you?”

She pursed her lips and looked away from the images long enough to glance up at Minok briefly. “And why should I?”

He cleared his throat. “This constant diligence gives the impression that you question whether our forces will be victorious.”

“I don’t question whether or not our army will defeat the horde. Of course they will. I merely want to know who will return to us when it’s over.” Unfortunately for the queen, her best general also happened to be her husband, the king. She leaned back in her chair and laid a hand on her swollen belly. “He must return to us, Minok. I could not stand for it to be any other way.”

Minok watched her for a moment then took the empty seat on the other side of the table. “I’ll have dinner brought to us.”

***

Sometime in the middle of the night a heavy hand fell on the queen’s shoulder. She groaned at the intrusion into her slumber. The hand shook her gently. “My queen?”

She blinked open bleary eyes as Minok’s voice penetrated. “What is it?”

“They’ve stopped,” he said, his voice low.

Neecole sat up, slowly and rubbed at her shoulders. Sleeping hunched over a table had not done her pregnant back any good. She blinked at The Wall but couldn’t make out the entirety of the new picture. Hoisting herself up, she made her way up the stairs to look at the new images that had taken shape. There the horde was fleeing the battle field, here were her armies standing triumphant and in the middle was a crown resting on a pool of blood.

The queen’s heart stopped beating for a moment as she took in the implications of what this meant. Her beloved husband had fallen on the field. She cried out and fell to her knees, arms wrapped around her stomach as if trying to protect her unborn child from the truth. At some point she felt hands lifting her to her feet and she was led to her bed.

For days she stayed cocooned in her covers crying and screaming prayers to every ancestor she could think of, begging for The Wall to be wrong though it never had been before. On the evening of the third day, Minok appeared with her robe and coaxed her to come with him. “There is something you need to see,” was all he would tell her.

So, broken heart and all, she let him help her to her feet and wrap the robe around her shoulders. He led her to the throne room where she kept her eyes turned from the wall of glass. He turned her to face it with two hands on her shoulders. Squeezing her shoulders in support he said, “Just look.”

Neecole turned to look at all the horrible shards of glass again. There was the goblin horde fleeing the battlefield. Here was her army standing triumphant. And in the middle was a pool of blood with no crown resting upon it. She gasped and her hand flew to her mouth. How could this be? “When did this change?”

“I don’t know. I came to get you as soon as I noticed. “

The heavy door at the far end of the throne room creaked open and they both turned toward the sound.

“Neecole?” a worn, haggard voice called. The king had returned.

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ICYMI: I Did A Thing Over At Coffee Time Romance :-)

Posted December 6, 2015 By Jennifer

Hello all 🙂

A couple of weeks ago, the lovely people at Coffee Time Romance’s blog, Coffee Thoughts, gave me a chance to chat a bit about someone near & dear to my bookloving heart… CONVENTIONS 🙂 I know, I know… big surprise there, right, lol?? It was a fun post, with a few resources to find events near you, and I asked a few questions at the end. Here’s the link… I’d love to hear what you think…

 

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Books (Still) Make Me Happy :-)

Posted October 15, 2015 By Jennifer

Here we go again!!

Those of you who’ve been around for a while, know this blog has had some ups and downs. A brief history::

November of last year, we were trucking along, in our 5th year, with some fantastic posts and a handful of review partners, then BAM! Host issues. So, Books Make Me Happy moved to a new host, but in the process, lost all kinds of data (images, subscribers/followers, comments, etc.). That was really disappointing and frustrating for me, and was the beginning of many months of halfhearted blogging and downright neglect.

I’ve really missed it.

BookHeart1I’m not sure where it was hiding, but my motivation has returned, and I’m EXCITED again! I’ve got some work ahead of me to get the blog back to what it used to be… but I’m up for it, and I hope you’ll all be with me. So… if you’re reading this, and you’d like to be in the loop for all the really fun stuff I’ve got planned for the next few months, please follow or subscribe. Even if you *think* you already follow Books Make Me Happy, you may be one of the lovely people we lost in the host move. There are links to do either (or both) in the sidebar over there ———->>

In addition to the plans I have for special features… I’m on the lookout for a few enthusiastic review partners! If you love to read, and are willing to contribute two or three reviews a month, I’d love to chat with you about the site, and what I’m looking for. You can email me at booksmakemehappyreviews at gmail dot com. Please use “Review Partner Interest” as your subject, so I can find your email if it ends up in spam.

Keep your eyes peeled for some fun stuff coming up soon: author features, holiday events, reviews for interesting books, etc. I’m anxious to get back into the swing of things. Thanks for sticking with me!!

Happy Reading!
Jennifer

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