Friday, September 27, 2019








Title: Unexpected Fall

Series: Unexpected Arrivals #3
Author: Kaylee Ryan
Genre: New Adult Romance

Cover Design: Perfect Pear Creative Covers

Photo: Eric Battershell

Model: Corey Mortenson
Release Date: October 10, 2019




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Life is full of ups and downs. Events that shape who you
are, even those that are filled with heartbreak and tragedy.

What do you do when actions bring devastation?

How do you pick up the pieces and keep moving forward?

One breath.

One second.

One minute.

One hour.

One day at a time, you learn to live with your unexpected fall.









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Kaylee Ryan is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author.  When she’s not spinning tales of happily ever after, she’s reading or spending time with family.  Born and raised an Ohio girl, Kaylee resides in Cincinnati with her husband and their son.



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Title: Rock Star, Interrupted

Series: Tragic Duet #1

Author: S.M. Shade
Genre: Rock Star Romance

Cover Design: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art
Release Date: October 29, 2019





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I found my stillness, my space between breaths, when I was a kid. The answer is simple. If it hurts, I pour music on it.

After years of hard work, it's finally happening. Tragic has a number one album and we've gone from being discussed as one hit wonders to hearing words like
meteoric mentioned alongside our name.

With two tours planned and another album on its way, we have a lot to look forward to. Playing in a different city every night, the shimmer and roar of the crowd, after parties and endless women.

My lifelong dream is in the palm of my hand until one phone call leaves everything hanging in the balance.













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Axton steps up to the mic with a smile that no doubt wets
women’s panties. “We have some songs for you.” He pauses to let the responding roar of the crowd die down. As it does, a woman wolf whistles, and he turns his head to wink at her, making the audience lose it. Thunder booms again, and he
smiles. “You aren’t going to let some rain run you off, are you?” While the cheers and screams drown out everything again, he steps back, motions to Elliot and they begin to play.
I’ve streamed his music. I’ve heard him practice and sing at home. His talent was never in doubt, but this…I can’t even describe the experience. Everything else falls away. It’s fully dark outside and he’s backlit by deep blue lights
as his voice raises goosebumps on my skin. The song builds and he moves around the stage like he’s part of it, like every inch belongs to him. His face contorts with such passion as he belts out the powerful chorus, then relaxes
when the verse resumes in his low, soulful croon.
Eyes closed. Wet hair hanging in his face. So much emotion.
The crowd is as silent as I’ve heard them all day, hanging on every sound he makes. The drums kick in and the lights flash in tandem. His face is illuminated in a spotlight as he sings the last verse with more intensity,
jumping and moving with the music as if he’s possessed by it.
He’s like a different being up there. There’s some sort of…magic. A force that seems to wrap around him, to cloak the entire crowd and pull everyone into that
space with him. Into a world where he’s all that exists.
My throat tightens as I listen, my gaze glued to the man I’ve only recently managed not to despise. But who could fight against this? His voice is ecstasy charged by summer thunder, sweet agony wrapped in desire. It holds the promise
of feverish love and whispered, filthy things.
The way the crowd reacts to him, reaches for him, the sobbing and screams, I understand it now. He’s chaos and calm, heady and all consuming.
And they fucking love it.







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I'm a full time author who is hopelessly addicted to iced
coffee, love stories, sunshine, and men with full sexy lips, though not necessarily in that order. A voracious reader since I sounded out my first word, I started writing as a teenager and rediscovered my love of writing as an adult. Originally from Indianapolis, I now live in a small Kentucky town with
my college age son.


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Title: Broken Promises
Series: Burning Mistakes #1

Author: Aimee Noalane
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: September 27, 2019




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A split-second decision. A costly mistake.
My skin has been marred, slashed, burned and bruised.
My bones have been severed and broken more times than I can count.
I’ve been told I was unworthy. Fought through life seeing nothing but black. 
But it’s a pain I welcome.
An ache I deserve.
UNTIL HER
She is my redemption.
The flicker of fire that dances in my darkness.
Our love is effortless.
Our love is a lie.
A desire A delusion.
A MISTAKE
She should have known better than to entrust me with her heart.
I should have known destiny wouldn’t give me a second chance…at least not one I could keep forever.
The black cloud is back.
And revenge is the only thing it has on its mind.












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“How the hell should I know why she hasn’t stopped by this week?” I defend. “She’s probably just busy preparing for her mid-terms or some shit.”
“Try again, dickhead.”
“What do you want me to say, Vince?” I hate how guilty my voice is right now.
“How about the truth? Or if that’s too hard for you, then maybe explain why you’ve been
staring at her like she’s about to disappear.”
“Are you telling me that I can’t look at her either now? I’m just keeping an eye on her... or do you have issues with that too?”
“She doesn’t need you looking out for her,” he bites back. “That’s what she has me for.”
“Whatever.”
I’ve had enough. Enough of him, enough of her, and enough of our pointless frustrating conversation. I stand up from my chair and march out the front door.
“For fuck’s sakes, Lambert,” Vince snaps, following me out. “Is walking away from this really how you want to finish our discussion?”
I pull off my ball cap and run a hand through my hair.
I don’t know.
I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to do…
I don’t fucking know.
Vince is my best friend. I broke his trust by falling for his sister, and I’ve been lying to him about it because pretending that my feelings aren’t real is better than
the outcome of telling him I broke my promise. And the worse part of it all: he has every right not to trust me. I could never be the man Aubrey deserves. From the day I was born, destiny has made sure I would be spending my entire life
being deprived of that luxury.
Everything I touch, everything I love turns to ash.
I raise my shoulders before walking away. “I guess it is.”
“Who the hell would have guessed that my best friend was a fucking pussy,” he jeers when my back is turned.
“Excuse me?”
A shadow of a smirk crosses his face. Had I not spun on my heels when I did, I would have missed it.
“What kind of man are you if you can’t even step up to your own feelings?”
“A loyal one,” I argue. “One who decided to respect his best friend’s wishes when he said his sister was off limits.”








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Aimee Noalane is a Canadian author and proud mother of three beautiful children.
Having a military father allowed her to travel the world, but she is now living in a small town in Quebec, Canada.


After studying marketing in college, she became a customer service coach and instructor. A few years into her career, she decided to leave her teaching job and chose to devote her time to children in need, becoming a full-time foster
parent. 


In 2015 she woke up with a vivid image of Abbygail and Oliver. For a few days, their story would play out in her head and being unable to concentrate on anything else,
she decided to sit down and write down their constant bickering. Little by little, her words turned into the chapters of her first series No Regrets, which was published in 2016.




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Title: Desperately Seeking Landlord
Author: Micalea Smeltzer
Genre: Romantic Comedy

Release Date: September 27, 2019








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It was just supposed to be a fling.
It would end and we’d go our separate ways.
I should know by now nothing in my life is ever that simple.

When Jamie Miller knocks on my door ten months after we
ended our …  whatever it was, I promptly punch him in his smug face, for no other reason than I feel like it and he deserves it.

It’s probably not the best way to handle things, but I’ve
never been good at doing things properly.

When he tells me he’s my new landlord, my whole world is
rocked.

But Jamie? He wants to prove to me he’s more than an
egotistical jerk and for some reason he’s decided he wants me.

I don’t think love is in the cards for me, and definitely
not with Jamie, but he’s determined to prove me wrong.







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“I have to get whatever this is out, before it moves again,
so … watch out.”
Before I have the chance to contemplate running into the
living room and dive bombing onto the couch, he pulls the tile down, and dust explodes everywhere.
Coughing, from the onslaught of insulation falling out I
jolt when something smacks into my chest.
I scream, ready to lodge the thing off of me when I hear the
tiniest, most pitiful meow.
“It’s a kitty!” I exclaim in surprise. It comes out sounding
more like kittaaay. I see big blue eyes and dusty oatmeal fur
before I hug the kitten to my neck.
Jamie steps off the toilet lid, sets down the tile he cut
out, and rubs drywall dust and insulation from his hair. “A cat?”
“A kitten.” I hold out the fluffy furball proudly so he can
see. “My ceiling gave birth.”
He frowns at the kitten. “It’s dirty.”
“She’s perfect,” I croon, cuddling the squirming kitten to
my chest. I don’t even know if it’s a girl, but it feels like she is.
“You’re not keeping the cat, Miranda,” he growls in warning.
“Animals are not allowed.”
I jut my bottom lip out. “I should get special privileges.
am fucking the landlord.” I wink at him while petting the
kitten on the top of her fluffy head. To the cat I say, “How’d you even get up in my ceiling?”
Jamie sighs, scrubbing his hands down his jaw. “Its mom
probably got on the roof somehow and this one got separated.”
I hold the fluffy puff out at arm’s length. “You can be the
Beta to my Alpha. The Fettuccine to my Alfredo. Ooh, that should be your name, Fettuccine.”
Jamie groans. “You’re not keeping it.”
“No, of course not,” I assure him. “I’ll take her to the
animal shelter tomorrow.”
“Mhmm.”
He doesn’t believe me. He’s right to be wary. No way am I
willingly giving up this cat. It feels like some sort of sign. If a kitten falls from your ceiling, clearly it’s chosen you, right? The wand chooses the wizard, after all, so can’t the cat choose the cat lady?
“I promise,” I tell him, crossing the fingers of my left
hand behind my back. “Fettuccine will be out of here before you know it.”
Sure, I won’t be able to keep this a secret forever, but
hopefully I can come up with a way to persuade him later.
His eyes narrow and I hope to God my nose isn’t twitching,
because I’m in deep shit if it is.
“You shouldn’t name it. Names lead to attachment.”
“You shouldn’t call me sweetheart. Nicknames show a kind of
fondness,” I mock playfully.
He leans his head back, looking up at the ceiling as if he’s
begging it for answers.
“Between you, Toby, and my mom, I’m headed to an early
grave.” I grin widely at him as he lowers his head and looks at me. “What?” he asks with confusion.
“You called him Toby.”
“Dammit,” he curses, bending to move the tile out of the
way. “Don’t tell him I slipped up.”
Petting the cat, I lean my hip against the counter. “Ooh,
blackmail. I won’t tell if you let me keep the cat.”






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Hi. I’m Micalea. Ma-call-e-uh. Weird name, I know. My mom must’ve known I was going to be odd even in the womb. I’ve written a lot of books. Like a lot. Don’t ask
me how many, I don’t remember at this point. I have an unhealthy addiction to Diet Coke but I can’t seem to break the habit. I listen to way too much music and hedgehogs have taken over my life. Crazy is the word that
best sums up my life, but it’s the good kind of crazy and I wouldn’t change it for anything.


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Thursday, September 26, 2019










Title: Love Walks In
Series: Bliss Cove #1
Author: Nina Lindsey
Genre: Spicy Sweet Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs

Release Date: September 26, 2019






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Bus ticket
to hometown of Bliss Cove – $124.50

Purchase of old building and business license – $35,250

Thirteen orphaned cats – free

Finally proving to her family that she can be successful – priceless



Shaking off her past mistakes and fickle reputation, Aria Prescott is
determined to start a new life with her latest venture, the “Meow and Then Cat
Café.” Though the café is in the town’s most rundown neighborhood, Aria will
let nothing stop her from success.



Then property developer Hunter Armstrong shocks the Mariposa Street shop owners
with a buyout offer that threatens to destroy the old district. Aria refuses to
let the ruthless businessman intimidate her into selling her beloved café, even
if Hunter’s dark, glowering sexiness secretly makes her want to purr.



Aria and Hunter are soon locked in a fiery, tense war over the fate of Mariposa
Street. But when Hunter starts falling for this sexy town sweetheart, he
discovers that winning the battle might mean losing his heart.










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Chapter One

Good things
came in large, thick envelopes. At least, that was what Aria Prescott had
always believed. Wedding invitations, college acceptances, Christmas cards,
love letters.
But this?
She sank
onto a chair in her darkened café, crumpling the brown envelope in her fist.
The formal letter was clipped to a stack of papers made heavier by the copious
use of legalese—clauses, conditions,
title. Financial terms.
Dropping
the letter, she looked through the brick-and-glass partition separating the
lounge from the front room of the café. Evening light illuminated the painted Meow and Then sign on the window. A
chalkboard menu hung on the wall behind the counter. Wooden shelves held cat
toys and cat-themed merchandise.
She’d
created this. For the first time in her life, she’d gone the distance, gotten
the job done, seen the plan through. She couldn’t—wouldn’t—let anything change that now.
Jumbo
butted his fuzzy head against her arm.
“Sorry,
sweetie.” Stroking the tabby cat’s ears, Aria got to her feet. “Thirteen orders
of chicken bites in gravy coming right up.”
Cats of all
sizes stirred from various lounging positions around the room. Tails swishing
and ears perked, they padded over to the row of food and water dishes.
Pushing the
letter out of her mind, Aria retrieved cans of chicken from the storage cabinet
and prepared dinner for her thirteen charges. A few of them meowed and
slithered around her legs, while others sat waiting regally for their meal to
be served.
A one-eyed
cat with patchy fur, a torn left ear, and a sharp fanged tooth poking out of
his mouth crouched under a table.
“Come on,
Fang.” Aria clicked her tongue at the old cat, who glared at her. “Yummy
chicken.”
She filled
a separate dish and set it close to him. Only when she backed away did he edge
forward to eat.
After
refilling the water dishes, she tied the full trash bag and headed out the back
door to put it in the garbage bin. A thick layer of ocean fog and encroaching
rainclouds covered the sky, blocking the sunset. Though the April weather had
been temperate, evenings were cool in the coastal California town of Bliss
Cove.
It was
Aria’s favorite time of year—warm days bursting with color and new life
followed by chilly nights of sweatshirts and bonfires. But this spring was more
important than all previous ones because before summer arrived, Aria’s mother
and two older sisters would see that she could not only follow through with a
plan, but make it a success. She’d finally prove that she was stronger and
smarter than anyone—herself included—had believed.
The
backdoor of the café creaked. A large calico peered at her from the crack in
the open door, which she never forgot to close.
Until now.
Not the greatest start to smarter.
“Hey, boy.”
Keeping her voice soft, she locked her gaze to his. “Go back inside.
I’ll…Porkchop!”
Faster than
a blink, the cat shot into the alley and ran.
“Porkchop!”
Aria slammed the door shut so the other cats wouldn’t escape. She hurried
around to the front of the café just as his swishing tail disappeared around
the corner. “Who knew you could move so fast? Porkchop!”
Soon it
would be dark and rainy. Breaking into a run, Aria followed the cat away from
Mariposa Street. The rundown historic district was at least three miles from
the center of downtown. Shops and restaurants lined the streets converging
toward the popular and busy Starfish Avenue.
Annoyance
flickered through her. In the two weeks she’d had Porkchop, he’d proven to be
both wily and smug. He’d chewed rolls of paper towels, shoved other cats off
the windowsill, and Aria swore he’d deliberately broken one of the cat
figurines in the lounge.
There! A
black-and-orange furball was just visible under a parked pick-up truck. She
crept forward and extended her hand.
“Come on,
Porkie Pie,” she crooned. “Come back home and I’ll give you some nice tuna
fish…Porkchop!”
He darted
away. Several passers-by paused to try and catch him. The overweight cat
continued to move surprisingly fast, evading every grasp.
Aria’s
lungs started to burn. Skidding in her flat, strappy sandals, she caught sight
of him crossing the street to the ramshackle Outside Inn. The old Queen Anne
building sprawled over an expanse of tree-dotted lawn with a trail leading to
Pelican Beach.
Heavy
raindrops started to fall. Aria hurried up the pathway leading to the
wrap-around porch. Thick shrubs and overgrown weeds lined the foundation of the
inn underneath the multiple lighted windows. Porkchop shot behind a dense
boxwood.
“You
little…” She pushed through the shrubs, cursing as her flowy cotton skirt
caught on a wet branch and tore. “You’re lucky I took you on, you ungrateful
little mouse catcher. If it weren’t for me, you’d be…Porkchop!”
Tail
swishing, he bounded to the corner of the inn. If he took off toward the beach
trail…she’d never find him on the dark shoreline. But under the awning, he was
protected from the rain. Maybe he’d opt for comfort over risk and adventure.
Comfort is a far better choice, my feline
friend. Trust me on that.
The cat
stopped. His whiskers twitched. His yellow eyes gleamed. Aria gritted her
teeth.
“You come
here right now.” She clapped her hands sharply and raised her voice. “I work
very hard to give you and your fellow feline brethren a nice place to live, and
I do not appreciate being forced to race through the—”
A window
slammed open right above her. “What the hell is going on out here?”
The deep
male voice boomed like thunder. Aria’s heart jumped into her throat. Forcing an
apologetic smile onto her lips, she straightened and looked up. Right into the
scowling face of a man whose glare burned right into her.
She opened
and closed her mouth. No words came out. Her heart raced.
“Well?” His
black eyebrows snapped together over his intense dark eyes. He was still
holding the window sash up, and the lifted position of his arms stretched his
white dress shirt over impressively bulging biceps.
“What are
you doing out here?” he barked.
“I….there’s
a cat.” Trying to gather her scattered wits, she ran shaking hands over her
dress. “Uh, I was just—”
“You were
annoying the crap out of me is what you were just doing.”
Irritation
stiffened Aria’s spine.
“I’m sorry,
I didn’t mean to annoy you.” She
indicated Porkchop, who was still sitting at the corner of the inn, staring at
the man as if he, too, were transfixed by his sheer potency. “I’m trying to
save my cat.”
His mouth
twisted sardonically. “Your cat.”
“My felis catus, if you want the Latin
term.”
He expelled
an impatient breath, his scowl deepening. Letting go of the window sash, he
raked a hand through his disheveled dark hair. His sleeves were rolled up to the
elbows, revealing tanned forearms corded with muscle.
Good God. Who was he, this man whose glower ratcheted up
his sexiness by about a thousand degrees?
And what
was she doing fixating on him when
she still had to catch Porkchop? The rain was coming down harder.
“I
apologize.” She drew her shoulders back and met his smoldering black eyes. “My
cat escaped and made his way here, for some reason. I’m trying to catch him.”
He shot a glare at the animal, who was still staring and twitching his tail.
“Given his size, it doesn’t look as if catching him should be that hard.”

Aria
frowned, stung by the dig about Porkchop’s weight. “I’ll thank you not to
insult my cat.”

“You named him Porkchop.”

“I didn’t
name him. And he 
is on a metabolic
feline weight management program.”

“Maybe
that’s why he ran away.”

“I know
this doesn’t look plausible, but he’s
led me on a wild goose chase…or maybe I should say a wild cat chase…” She
chuckled at the joke. Glowering Stranger did not. “Anyway, my point is that
despite his girth, Porkchop can run pretty darned fast.”
He turned
his scowl on to her. An oddly pleasurable shiver raced down her spine, which
made no sense. Before she could move, or even think, he hefted himself over the
window sill and landed onto the ground in front of her.
Aria’s
breath stopped. Like, stopped, right in the middle of her chest.
In addition
to being dangerously sexy, he was also big—well
over six feet with wide shoulders and a broad chest that was no doubt a
landscape of hard muscles. With him standing right in front of her, she
practically felt the power and energy coiling through every millimeter of his
body. The garden lights cast shadows over his strong features, emphasizing the
cut-glass lines of his jaw and cheekbones, his thick-lashed eyes, and a
beautifully shaped mouth that looked as if it were made to do dirty things to a
woman.
Parting her
lips, Aria forced air into her lungs before she started getting dizzy.
“If you’ll
step aside, I’ll get my cat.” She managed to sound both haughty and cool, even
though her blood was hot and her heart pounding.
“Been real
successful at that so far, haven’t you?” Arching an eyebrow, he turned toward
Porkchop.
After
admiring the fact that his back was as appealing as his front, Aria edged
backward. If he approached the cat from this side, and she darted around behind
Porkchop, they might be able to box him in.
He took a
few steps toward the cat. Porkchop blinked at him. Glowering Stranger made a
deep, rumbling noise that was obviously meant to soothe the animal, but that
also had the strangest effect on Aria—like a hot wave rolling over her skin and
settling right into her core.
Suppressing
the ridiculous sensation, she prepared to move around and surround the cat as
soon as the man got close enough.
“Good boy.”
Glowering Stranger bent and picked Porkchop up as if the cat were…well, a
docile, pick-up-able creature who hadn’t just fled through the streets of Bliss
Cove like an escaped felon.
Aria gaped.
Porkchop just...curled into the man’s
arms as if he didn’t have the slightest interest in getting away. In fact, the
little traitor even nuzzled his furry head against Glowering Stranger’s chest.
Aria had
the fleeting thought that she’d like to do the same thing.






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An expert on the hot, wild tales of mythology, Callie Prescott leads a
tidy life. And that, thank you, is exactly how she wants it, despite her
family’s pestering that she’s a control freak who needs to have fun. Callie
prefers order and predictability. After her father’s death and her mother’s
recent health scare, who can blame her? 


Jake Ryan fights bad guys, jumps out of airplanes, and escapes disasters…on
film. But when a scandal engulfs his career, he takes cover in his hometown of
Bliss Cove while he puts out the fire. No one knows his true identity until a
chance encounter with Callie ignites powerful flashbacks of their high-school
years together.

Despite the threat of exposure, Jake wants some close-up action with the
brilliant, beautiful professor. Callie’s structured life has no room for a
sexy, muscular hero…until Jake shows her how thrilling it is to have fun and
lose control (a little).

Jake and Callie surrender to a hot affair and the possibility of love. But with
dangerous secrets, a public scandal, and a mother’s scheming plots, can Jake
ever win the starring role in his leading lady’s heart?






Releasing November 2019

Rory Prescott is desperate for a place to stay before she leaves Bliss
Cove for her lucrative new tech job. Tavern owner Grant Taylor is desperate for
a date to his brother’s wedding before his mother tries to marry him off next.




Grant makes Rory a deal—he’ll let her stay in his cottage if she’ll pretend to
be his girlfriend. Though the two friends bicker over everything from her love
of gummy worms to the horrible singing fish he has on the tavern wall,
“pretending” to like each other isn’t a stretch. 

As they share close quarters, argue about cell phones, and exchange more than
one hot kiss, their fake relationship soon becomes passionately real.

But Grant’s family battles and Rory’s impending career move shut down any
possibility of a happy ending. Their hot, tender romance is about to crash and
burn…unless they’re willing to risk everything for love.








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Nina Lindsey writes romances filled with heart, heat, and happy endings.
She is delighted to introduce readers to Bliss Cove, California, a coastal town
with an abundance of warm cookies, ocean breezes, and the ever-present
possibility of love.



Nina loves all things spicy and sweet, with chili chocolates being at the top
of the list. She is also a fan of glossy magazines, pop culture, Gilmore Girls,
energy bites, Orangetheory, and the sound of silence.



She lives in Wisconsin with her meteorologist husband (yes, she asks him daily,
"What's the weather forecast?"), their two children, a hyperactive
dog, and a snail named Pipsqueak.


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