Book Blast: Wind River Refuge by J. M. Anton @backyardhorse @JaidisShaw #Giveaway

Title:  Wind River Refuge

Author:  J. M. Anton

Published:  December 31st, 2013

Genre:   Historical Romance, Mystery, Thriller

Content Warning:  Mild sexual content, violence

Recommended Age:  18+

Awards: Wind River Refuge won the Romance Category in the 2015 Next Generation Indie Book Awards

Synopsis:  

Jax runs for her life and is apprehended by the police. She's sentenced to a juvenile detention facility, at the tender age of twelve. Lockup becomes an unexpected sanctuary for the traumatized child. It affords a safe harbor from her abuser, but she's plagued by nightmares well into adulthood. Fate and her Grandmother step in to successfully reduce her sentence, and she's paroled into a distant cousin's custody, and relocated to a cattle ranch in Wyoming. The young parolee finds the transition difficult at first. She spends the next nine years learning the ropes, making friends, and a couple of powerful enemies.

She's been on her own since the age of ten and has of necessity become a fighter, but her aggressive in your face attitude hides a fragile, mistrustful soul. She's unnerved when instead of her longtime friend, a dark imposing stranger shows up at the Denver airport to fly her home.

Sparks begin to fly when Garrett picks up his friend's daughter. She's not what he expected, and he has difficulty reconciling his mixed feelings about the exasperating woman. Jax drives him to distraction, like a chameleon she constantly changes right before his eyes.

Will the resulting fire when they stop fighting their mutual attraction be too hot for the unlikely pair to handle? Will their turbulent romance be able to withstand the attempts on her life?

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Excerpt from Wind River Refuge by J.M. Anton:

She scanned the immediate area again. "Well, there isn't anyone around here that even resembles a McBride." Dexter, and the rest of the male clan she was acquainted with, all had auburn or darker brown hair with a red cast. "What does he look like?"

"He's very tall."

"Come on Maggie, a little help here? You know that half the world looks tall to me." Her disgusted observation brought a chuckle from the other end of the line.

"Oh… say, six foot four, broad shoulders, black hair and beard. Probably wearing jeans and a Stetson." Jax was busy scanning the crowd while she listened to Maggie's description of her assigned pilot.

"Wait a minute." Phone receiver placed safely on the counter, she cautiously made her way around a column near the baggage claim carousel. All of the McBride men were big, but this one was even larger than the rest! She prayed, "Please, let him be someone else." She sucked oxygen into her lungs, like a swimmer preparing for a deep dive, let it out slowly and skirted around the far side of the large column near where he stood. Jax mastered her trepidation and approached slowly, once she finished assessing the, dark, stranger from a safe distance. It was a supreme effort to sound calm and confident. "McBride?"

He looked down at her from his towering height. "You Jax?"

All she could manage was to nod her head. He was easily a foot taller than her, and had to weigh twice as much. She quickly executed a sharp one-eighty and fought the urge to run back to the phone. Her mouth suddenly felt dry and gritty! The usually simple reflex of breathing became a struggle. God! He was intimidating. At least Dexter was a known quantity, and his six foot two athletic frame didn't bother her anymore. Fingers trembling, she fumbled with the receiver on the counter. Jax informed Maggie she'd found Garrett. Of course, Maggie wanted to speak with him. She turned around with the intention to call him over to the phone, and nearly jumped out of her skin. He stood right behind her, and she ran smack into his large muscular form.

"Shit!"

"Nice language," he told her with obvious disapproval.

"You scared the hell out of me! I didn't realize you were there." He looked at her as if she were simple minded. Jax shoved the phone at him, and then all but ran to claim her luggage.

About the Author:

Author Anton is busy at work on the third and fourth books of the "Troubles in Love-Land Series. Look for "Firestorms of the Heart." To be released the first quarter of 2016. "A Second Chance" will be released in the second quarter of 2016.

Don't overlook J. M. Anton's adult novel "Wind River Refuge. This Mystery/Thriller with a paranormal twist and an unusual love story won the 2015 "Indie Next Generation Book Award" for the Romance Category.

Keep your eyes on your favorite E-book outlet for "Cassandra: Night Shades," due October of 2015. Paperback release target is January 31, 2016.

Ms. Anton authors an award winning children's book series as Jackie Anton. Her inspiration, for these Backyard Horse Tales are the equines who share the small farm where she and her husband of forty-four-years reside.

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Blog Tour: The Trihune Series By R.B. Austin @authorrbaustin @GHBTours

Fallen Redemption

The Trihune Series # 1

By- R.B. Austin

Genre- Paranormal Romance

Killing Fallen to save mankind is Cade's redemption for murder and only one human-mouthwatering and absolutely forbidden-stands in his way.

Cade committed himself to saving lives before he learned the full consequences of his life-altering decision. It wasn't until he was tending his sick wife that he learned the enormity of what he'd done and he was unable to save her from the monster he had become. Consumed with guilt and praying for absolution, he threw himself into killing every Fallen he could find to save the humans he'd sworn to protect. But then Emma, deliciously mortal and completely forbidden, swept into his world, stirring an overpowering desire. Now he's not only fighting soulless creatures, but also his inner cravings, trying to maintain his distance and continue on his path to forgiveness. He won't lose control again and lose another love.

 

Excerpt:

Emma woke in a dark room that was not her bedroom. Moaning, she clutched her head with her hands, rubbing the temples with the pads of her fingers. Her head was killing her and her body ached. Did she have the flu?

“The headache will pass soon.”

A small scream of terror burst from her lips. She jerked to a sitting position. Her gaze bounced around the dark and she saw absolutely nothing. No light from underneath a door. Nothing from a window. It was couldn’t-see-the-hand-in-front-of-her-face dark. “Who’s there?” Emma’s voice shook as she uttered the stupid line. If someone had to ask who’s there they’d better start running because nine times out of ten they weren’t going to like the answer, especially if they were in a horror flick. With the night’s events rushing back in rapid succession, she was the main character in this scary movie.

Adrenaline kicked in and she rolled to the side to get off the bed.

He. She. It moved, too. Emma quickly backtracked. The noise—not footsteps, more like a rush of air—also changed directions. On hands and knees, she crawled, hopefully, to the edge of the bed. Stumbling on it quicker than planned, Emma pitched over the side and fell to the floor with a grunt. Surging to her feet, she stumbled, legs deciding to take a break for a moment. Bastards. Light suddenly filled the room. It blinded her. Her hands shot up to cover her eyes. Shooting pains erupted in her skull like a knife stabbing her temples.

“I know,” the deep voice said softly. “Light will make the headache worse. I’m sure with Lucas’s interference and the bump on your head, the pain is doubled, but I can’t have you bumping into the furniture or falling off the bed anymore, can I?”

The speaker was a man. His voice was closer to her than she’d have thought with the light just flicked on. Near enough that his breath brushed across her face.

Her eyes snapped open. She gasped and stepped back. It was the man from downstairs. The one who’d felt the bump on her head. He was supposed to do something to her. Erase her memory? No that can’t be right. Emma took another step back and tripped on the corner of the bed.

The man caught her by the arms. “Are you always this clumsy?”

“No.” Shit. Don’t give any information. No matter how insubstantial. Concentrate on getting out of here.

Inhaling, she tried to get her bearings. To calm her ragged breaths. She wouldn’t faint. For the second time, apparently. The light still played with her temples like sticks to a drum, but not as intense as the knives. Did she have a fever? She was chilled to the bone and weak.

“More blood has been taken than we’d hoped. Lie down. It will help your head as well. And,” his gaze traveled to her arms she’d wrapped across her torso, “keep you warm.”

Emma shook her head and grimaced when the knives returned.

His eyebrows drew together. “I will shut the lights off.”

“No.” She grabbed his arm before he could move. Emma didn’t want to be in the dark anymore. The memories swirling just below the surface would be worse than the pain in her head.

He froze, gaze locked on her hand squeezing his arm.

She snatched her hand back. What was the matter with her? Emma took a couple steps back, this time making sure to spot the corner of the bed. Relief spread. A part of the bed was in between them now. Except the door was way across the room. In the opposite direction from which she moved. Awesome job, Ace.

“How long have I been here?” She shivered and tiny beads of sweat pooled on her forehead. Excellent time to get sick.

“Two hours.” His voice low and soft.

The tone was meant to calm, soothe, and crap, it was working. Little shocks of electricity also coursed through her body causing blips in her “he’s dangerous” radar. Emma remembered when his hands felt her head. She’d been pleasantly surprised the trained killer look-alike touched her so gently.

He was tall. She reached the tops of his shoulders and had to tilt her head back to meet his gaze. His black T-shirt did nothing to hide the muscles in his arms and shoulders. Emma wouldn’t be able to overpower him. But how fast could he run?

Shoulders back, feet planted, legs spread, indicated he was ready for anything. His body language said he was in charge, but the tilt of his head contradicted the attitude. Black, shoulder length hair covered half of his face. What was he hiding?

Didn’t matter. She shook her head. Ugh, bad move.

Running was out. What was left? Distracting him with her womanly wiles then escape. Ha. The fever must be messing with her brain.

Had she laughed out loud? He looked concerned. The color of his eyes, well eye since she could only see one of them, was unusual. She’d have to mix cyan and green in order to get that exact shade of blue . . . when she did a sketch for the police . . . with her paints.

Suddenly the eye was extremely close. Blinking, she jerked back from the man who was only inches away and banged her head into the wall.

“Ow.” That did not help her head. No wonder he considered her a klutz. Not that she cared what he thought.

The man raised his hand. Froze. Retreated a step. “Are you all right?”

He was staring at her like she was a museum piece. The man didn’t fidget or twitch. Didn’t blink from what she’d detected. His chest wasn’t even mov—oh, no there it went. So he was a breathing statue.

Emma licked her lips and cleared her desert-like throat. She’d kill for a glass of water. Stupid alcohol. Stupid sickness.

“When can I leave?”

“Soon, chemda. I promise.”

She paid attention to the movement of his eyes, the gestures of his hands and lips for telltale signs he was lying. He portrayed nothing. The man was either telling the truth or he was a psycho killer. Emma hoped for the former, but kind of suspected it’d be the latter.

“Soon as in a few minutes?”

The corners of his lips twitched. “Come. Lie down. I’ll have Jeeves bring you food and drink. You need to counterbalance what’s been taken from you.”

Emma made no move toward the bed. There would be no discussion about what was taken. “Jeeves?”

“Our butler.” How about half an aspirin? Exhaustion suddenly plagued her. She leaned back against the wall.

“Come, chemda,” he demanded. “You’ll feel better after you’ve rested.”

The bed did look inviting. The longer she stood, the more blood fought against gravity to pool in her head. Pump. Pump. Pump. She closed her eyes for a moment. A quick reprieve from the pain then she’d go for the door.

She was in the man’s arms. Her eyelids flew open. “Put me down. Put me . . .” The man walked two steps, pulled down the bed covers, somehow still holding onto her and deposited her onto the bed. He left her side and the lights went off.

Total. Complete. Darkness. No!

Alley. Fear.

Small blade. Panic.

Blood. Pain.

Emma shot up. “No.”

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Book Blitz: Sweet Liar (Candy #2) by Debra Doxer @DebraDoxer @YABoundToursPR #YABOUNDBOOKTOURS #Giveaway

Sweet Liar (Candy #2)

by Debra Doxer 

Release Date 10/20/15

Summary from Goodreads:

Sometimes lies are sweeter than the truth.

Beauty is alluring; it can disguise the ugliness beneath. But scarred beauty is even more potent to a girl who vowed never to let her heart be broken again. It was an easy vow for Candy to keep until she met Jonah, an arrogant boy with a face that would be too perfect if not for the scar that marred the skin beside his eye.

That imperfect boy earned her trust and won her heart, but the ties that bind people together are fragile, especially when lies are told. Trust is also fragile, and once broken, doesn't heal like a heart. Trust has to be earned again, and Jonah desperately wants Candy's trust back.

But Candy has more than Jonah to worry about. Her father is in trouble, and she intends to help him whether he likes it or not. People tell her he's a bad man, and that may be true, but he's not all bad. Deep down, she understands his brand of badness because she's so much like him.

When Candy finally learns the truth, she'll have to grow up fast, let go of old grievances, and realize that being vulnerable doesn't make her weak. In fact, opening herself up may be the very thing that makes her whole again.

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Excerpt

I pulled on the bathroom door and walked out into the small hallway, straight into Jonah.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

I closed my eyes, searching for calm. “I’m fine.”

“What happened back there?”

Sighing, I took a step away to get some distance from him. “My fingers got squeezed in the ball return machine. It was stupid.”

“Let me see.” He held his hand out, waiting for me to place mine in it. I hesitated a moment before laying my fingers over his palm.

“How did it happen?”

“I got distracted.” When I tried to lower my hand, Jonah wrapped his long fingers around my wrist and held on.

“By what?”

I couldn’t help glaring. Was he serious?

He just looked at me, waiting, like we hadn’t all seen Parker practically give him a lap dance out there.

“What was that?” I blurted.

“What was what?”

“Are you kidding me? Parker was trying to feed her boobs to you for lunch, and you didn’t seem to hate it.”

His brow creased. “Is that what distracted you?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, it was a little distracting. What are you doing? I thought you couldn’t stand her.”

Jonah smiled. “Are you jealous, Candy?”

I had just opened my mouth to deny it when his satisfied smile caused a light bulb to go off in my head. “Were you using her to make me jealous?”

His smug expression faded. “Maybe I was trying to get your attention. But I didn’t mean for you to hurt your hand.”

“All that,” I said, waving my arm in the direction of the alleys, “was to get my attention?”

“Just because you stopped caring about me doesn’t mean I stopped caring about you. I know it was juvenile, but I’m losing you and I don’t know what to do about it.”

My pulse quickened at his words, even though they made my heart feel heavy. When Jonah said he cared about me the first time, it made my breath catch. Hearing him say it now, my reaction wasn’t any different. It gave me butterflies and made my insides turn molten.

“I didn’t stop caring about you. I stopped trusting you.” I licked my lips that suddenly felt dry. “We should get back.”

The harsh set of his jaw told me he didn’t like what I’d said. His eyes stayed on mine as he moved closer, crowding me, making me step back until the wall stopped me.

“If you still care, we can get that trust back.”

Emotion was driving him. I could sense it simmering beneath his skin.

“I do care. But I can’t forget.”

“Maybe I can make you forget.”

He surprised me by pressing his body into mine, and I could feel his warm breath on my face. Threading his fingers into my hair, he cradled the side of my head in his palm. It felt so good that I leaned into his touch, and my eyes fluttered closed.

“Look at me, Candy,” he whispered.

When my gaze collided with his, I saw a storm brewing there. The next moment his lips were on mine.

I sucked in a harsh breath, instinctively pressing my hands against his chest. I didn’t let myself kiss him back, even though I wanted to. It wasn’t until his hands gently cupped my cheeks, urging me to move with him, that I finally gave in, unable to help myself.

Jonah groaned, pressing even harder into me. His lips were soft but insistent, and when his tongue slipped into my mouth, I brushed mine against it. The kiss deepened, and my head spun. I’d nearly forgotten how strongly I responded to Jonah, wanting to get closer no matter how close we were, like our bodies needed each other.

It would have been so easy to get lost in his kiss and let everything else disappear, but my thoughts wouldn’t let me. Despite how perfect this felt, it wasn’t perfect. All it would do was hurt me more, because despite what we felt for each other, one kiss changed nothing.

“Candy, please,” he murmured when I went still.

“I can’t,” I said breathlessly.

“Tell me why.”

“You know why.”

Jonah exhaled heavily and lowered his forehead to mine. We stood there, each of us breathless, the passion of our kiss lingering between us. He shook his head from side to side before he pushed off the wall and away from me.

Immediately I felt cold, not just by the loss of his heat, but also by the chilly look in his eyes. “I don’t like regrets,” he said. “I never wanted you to be one.”

About the Author
Debra Doxer was born in Boston, and other than a few lost years in the California sunshine, she has always resided in the Boston area. She writes fiction, technical software documents, illegible scribbles on sticky notes, and texts that get mangled by AutoCorrect. She writes for a living, and she writes for fun. When her daughter asks when she'll run out of words, her response always is, "When I run out of time."

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Hot Release: Exhibition by Nicolette Hugo @nicolettehugo @HotTreePromos

It's not what you show, it's what you hide.

Title: Exhibition

Author: Nicolette Hugo

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Publisher: Momentum

Series: Unchained Vice (standalone)

Genre: Erotic Romance/Erotica

It's not what you show, it's what you hide...

Grace Cantrell is a self-destructive exhibitionist uncomfortable in her own skin. Jason Wright is a fine-art photographer living life from behind his lens.

When Grace agrees to be the centerpiece for Jason's next gallery show, she unlocks his creative muse and dark sexual cravings. As Grace and Jason come together in a fusion of passion and art, they find themselves slowly breaking out of their carefully constructed cages, forcing Grace to confront the ghosts of her past.

As Jason captures what he most wants on film, can he capture it in real life? And can Grace risk exposing more than just her skin?

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"Does anyone actually like you when they meet you?" Grace challenged.

"I think I like you like this." Jason laughed. "Not like last weekend when the cat had your tongue."

"If only I could say the same."

"You like me. I'm sure of that."

"Yeah?" Her brow quirked. "What part of this exchange is leading you to this great understanding?"

"Because I walked over here staring right at your crotch." He looked her straight in the eyes. "And I think you not only knew … but you liked it. Being the exhibitionist that you are. Such nice red panties, Kiki. Are they wet?"

She closed her eyes and breathed in deep. It was all she could do to still the erotic shiver. 

"Know what else I think?" Voice low, he didn't wait for her to answer. "I think you'd like to hike your skirt up and show yourself to me. Right here, right now. Wouldn't you?"

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A rampant bibliophile with a habit that could break the bank, Nicolette Hugo writes to savour her many lives. She loves exploring characters that move between light and dark in stories that bruise. She resides in cosmopolitan Sydney living on a love of indulgence, cats and corsets.

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Review: Meritorium (Meritropolis Book 2) by Joel Ohman @JoelOhman

Meritorium

(Meritropolis Book 2)

by Joel Ohman

Paperback

262 pages

Published: September 28th 2015

Publisher: CreateSpace

BLURB:

Charley has escaped from Meritropolis…

but in his quest to take down the System that has taken his brother from him, he must go through Meritorium, a city where gladiatorial games of life or death combat are waged between High Scores and Low Scores, man and beast.

Charley and Sandy must face man-eating plants, religious zealots, slave traders, and the ever present mutant animal combinations that roam a dystopian Coliseum presided over by Emperor Titus, the one man standing between Charley and the answers he seeks. Man is not an animal, but if they are to make it through Meritorium, will they even be able to tell the difference?

The lines between man and beast, friend and foe, will blur in Meritorium, the riveting sequel to the bestselling Meritropolis.

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I received a free copy of the book from the author for my honest opinion.

Charley, Sandy and Sven along with all their friends, some with high scores and some with low scores have finally escaped Meritropolis. After the fall of Meritropolis they all take off for the one person that is responsible for the scoring system. Charley wants revenge for the murder of his little brother Alec who was put outside the walls of Meritropolis to face all the different animal combinations. Alec had a low score so therefore he was put outside the walls.

Charley and his friends are all headed for the city of Meritorium where they were told that they could find the person who is created the scoring system. Charley thinks that killing this person is the only way to stop testing people and giving them scores. Charley thinks that everyone is the same and must be treated as such.

Charley and his friends have a long hard & miserable journey trying to reach the city of Meritorium. Charley and his friends are hunters and have hunted some strange animal combos but on their journey they get to see animal combos that they have never seen before not only do they run into more animals they run into some really strange plant life when they decide to take a short cut. There have always been questions to whether or not plants are actually a live but there is no question none what so ever about the plants they come in contact with.

When they are almost upon the city of Meritorium they run into a group of people that take them hostage and sell them to the highest bidder as slaves to the people of Meritorium to fight to the death in what they consider as games in the arena. The high and low scores fight more animal combos than they have ever seen.

I really liked all or at the least most of the characters in Meritorium, the characters were great people with great big ole’ hearts. They wanted to help each other and they wanted to stop all of the evil in the world. They had big holes in their hearts and they were trying to fill the holes by stopping the one person who put the holes there. But what they haven’t figured out yet is that the person who put them there can’t fix all their hurt that they are the only ones who can fix their hearts and make the hurt go away.

Meritorium is filled with so many twists and turns I didn’t want to put it down or for it to end. I wanted to keep reading to see what was waiting around the next corner. And what kind of animal combo I was going to be introduced to next. I thought they were all amazing.

I would have liked to have seen Charley and Sandy come clean and just admit to each other how they felt about the other. If they would just be honest with each other they would probably feel a whole lot better and would understand each other more. They are both so brave but yet they are cowards in some ways. They want to save so many people but they can’t even save their own selves. Until they can deal with what is going on in their own hearts and heads then they will never be able to help others.

If you like reading books that is filled with lots of blood, gore and violence which I do then you are going to love Meritorium but I would like to suggest that you read book one Meritropolis first though so that you will know who and what kind of people Charley, Sandy and all of their friends are and how they got to where they are in their lives and what made them the way they are.

AUTHOR INTERVIEW:

Are your characters inspired by people you know in real life, or are they purely works of fiction?

Purely works of fiction. At least that is what I tell everyone… :)

Can you tells us about your characters and who/what inspired them?

I am a big believer in John Truby’s approach to building a “character web”, because this deepens the relationships between characters and helps to make each of the characters more complex. Absent building a good character web, it can be all too easy to fall into the not-very-true-to-real-life good-person/bad-person false dichotomy where your protagonist devolves into this I-can-do-no-wrong character and your antagonist is just pure evil. I was very much aiming to show the imperfections and brokenness in each of the characters. My thinking as a Christian influences this to some degree, given that the Bible teaches that we are all essentially the same; we are all sinners—only God is perfect.

What was the easiest part about writing Meritorium? The hardest?

This was my second book, so I would say that the entire process was much easier than it was for the first book. I have great editors who were able to offer constructive criticism, point me in the right direction, and really speed things up.

What all have you written so far?

Meritorium is my second book so the only other book out is book #1, Meritropolis!

What is the most surprising thing you learned while writing?

One of the most important things I learned is maybe not all that surprising, but definitely important—the value of an editor. I worked with 3 different editors while writing the Meritropolis series. Each of them provided extremely valuable feedback and advice that was instrumental at various stages of the book writing process. The book that is available for purchase now is a much better book than it would have been without the expertise of my editorial team.

Are you working on anything new?

My next project is book #3 in the Meritropolis series.

Do you have a preference for how you get your writing done (typewriter, longhand, computer, dictation, etc.)?

I love my MacBook Pro with Retina display!! That’s the only thing I write on (often with my feet kicked up)…

Any strange habits for when you write?

Nothing too strange. I always sit in a chair with my feet up, one pillow on each side of me to rest each elbow on, and one pillow on my lap to rest my laptop.

What are your thoughts on getting bad reviews?

Everyone has different tastes in what they like to read, so I don't let bad reviews bother me too much. No matter what your favorite book is, you can almost be guaranteed that it will have many bad reviews on Amazon from people who just didn't get out of it what you did—that's

fine. I do try to stay objective and see if there might be something I can learn from the criticism to become a better writer, if not, then I just move on and don't worry about it.

Why do you write? Is it for fun, or because you have something you need to say in your writing?

Some writers are loath to say their writing has a message, because maybe they think doing so diminishes their art (not true, in my opinion), but I think that everyone has a message in their writing, even if they aren't as consciously focused on it—and that's a good thing. My message is in the epigraph of Meritropolis: "Because everyone matters - Psalm 139"

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Joel Ohman is the author of Meritropolis--"The Hunger Games meets The Village with a young Jack Reacher as a protagonist". He lives in Tampa, FL with his wife Angela and their three kids. His writing companion is Caesar, a slightly overweight Bull Mastiff who loves to eat the tops off of strawberries.

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