Welcome Madeline Pryce- Dark Cravings Blog Tour

Dark Cravings Virtual Book Tour

Craving Erotic Romance welcomes Madeline Pryce to our blog. She's sharing her latest release and giving away a $25 gift certificate. Enter using the Rafflecopter below.

She's also sharing some of her hunky inspirations! Sit back and enjoy the show!!

HUNKY HERO FRIDAY

I want to thank the gals at Craving Erotic Romance for hosting me today J

Today, I’d like to introduce you to Micah McGregor—the hero in my erotic paranormal romance, DARK CRAVINGS.

AGE

Twenty Eight

OCCUPATION

Shadow Hunter

STATS

6-3, brown hair, bluish-green eyes

CHARACTER INSPIRATION

David Williams

LIKES

Guns, Ella, meaningful coffee mugs, poker, heavy metal, Bourbon and long walks through haunted cemetery’s.

DISLIKES

Richard, Julian, peas and the color pink.

FAVORITE QUOTE/SCENE

While the rain had cleaned most of the blood and dirt from his face, there was something the water hadn’t washed away. A savagery remained etched in the hard planes of his face. He was bruised and rugged. He was a warrior fresh from battle. He had never looked more handsome. My stomach fluttered.

“You were watching me sleep?” I smiled. “That’s kind of creepy and a little stalker-ish.”

As he leaned across the seat, his shoulders bunched. “Maybe I’m obsessed.”

I moistened my lower lip. His gaze traced the wet trail of my tongue.

“In a good way I hope,” I said.

“It isn’t too late for me to take you to your uncle’s.”

“Why would I go there?” I swiped my wet palms on my pants.

“If you come upstairs with me, I’m not going to be able to stop from touching you, from stripping you naked. You’re tired and hurt and I can’t promise to be gentle. The darkness.” He drew in a breath and corrected himself. “The demon wants you tied to my bed, wants you screaming and so drunk with pleasure you won’t be able to walk away from us. You’re ours. The man and the demon. We need to claim you.”

The man and the demon. His husky, sex-drugged voice brought my thighs together in anticipation. My pussy was slick and swollen. The scent of sex permeated the air.

“I don’t want to go to Roy’s.”

GIVEAWAY

For a chance to win an electronic copy of DARK CRAVINGS leave a comment and tell us who your favorite hunky hero is (be sure to include your email). I’ll randomly pick a replier within three days for each blog stop. Don’t forget to enter the grand prize (Rafflecopter link at bottom). One lucky winner will receive a $25 gift card from Amazon or Barnes & Nobles.

BLURB

As a half-breed vampire, Ella Grey’s life sucks. She does her best to pass the time killing demons and secretly admiring her Shadow Hunter partner, Micah. He’s hot, dangerous and knows it. He’d be just Ella’s type if he weren’t likely to kill her the moment she put a toe out of line.

A chance encounter with a succubus changes everything. From the second the succubus’s spell washes over them, Ella and Micah are helpless to keep their hands off one another. The sex, when it’s not leaving them on the verge of death, is earth shattering and for the first time in ages Ella is connected with someone on a level she’d feared lost forever. But a dangerous prophecy has been set into motion, and if Ella’s not careful it’ll pull her straight from Micah’s arms and into the deepest bowels of the underworld.

A Romantica® Paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Publisher’s Note: This book was previously published under the title Blood Lust Rising. It has been revised and expanded for EC.

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ABOUT MADELINE PRYCE

Madeline Pryce wrote her first novel when she was ten, penned with neon-pink ink in a loose-leaf binder. Captivated by romantic literature, yet intrigued by the paranormal, she continues to develop her own voice, writing the kinds of stories that inspired her as a teen. 

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Presenting Lydia Michaels

Today we are featuring well known romance author Lydia Michaels, author of the McCullough Mountain Series, The Order of Vampyres, New Castle and several stand alones. Breaking Perfect is my favorite of the stand alones!

Lydia writes a wide range of environs but in the end it's about her accomplished style, and of course, the romance.




The Surrender Trilogy is Lydia's latest amazing series. Enjoy reading all about it! The hero is hot, the heroine someone we can all aspire to emulate.

7 Secrets Behind The Surrender Trilogy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today Lydia Michaels is here to discuss Seven Secrets Behind The Surrender Trilogy, a sizzling love story full of scandalous choices, dark deceptions, and secret sacrifices that will have readers staying up far past your bedtime.

 

The question is… How deep do you want to go?

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s a pleasure to be here discussing the debut of The Surrender Trilogy. FALLING IN, BREAKING OUT, and COMING HOME are three books guaranteed to take readers on an evocative journey full of seduction, sophistication, and surrender.

 

 

 

 

 

 7 Untold Secrets Behind The Surrender Trilogy

                                                                  By Lydia Michaels

 

1.     The Symbolism of Scout

 

Scout’s character came to me first as only a word. She was heroine. I’d thought long and hard about books I’d read and the realism of the protagonists I loved.

 

Born on the streets of Folsom, to a parent who is a mother in word only, Scout is constrained by no rules, yet lives her life by a specific code of survival. She is a compilation of so many imperfect strengths female leads have conveyed in literature over the years.

 

Scout possesses the independent strength of Jane Eyre. She is the dignity hidden within Hester Prynne. Steeped in innocence regarding social hypocrisies, she is charmingly childlike in her belief that circumstances and people can change, much like Jean Louise Finch, better known as To Kill a Mockingbird’s “Scout”. But above all, Scout is seeking her way home, somewhere she has yet to truly define. She is Dorothy Gale’s sweetness, lost in a spectacular world that is not her own. Unintended, loyal, and determined, she is the strong wind that takes Lucian Patras unexpectedly by storm.

 

2.     A Look at Lucian

 

Lucian Patras appears to have everything, until he meets Evelyn “Scout” Keats. He is Folsom’s most celebrated bachelor, wealthy, sexy, a devil to face off against in business. But he’s also incredibly private when it comes to his personal life. As a man in his mid thirties, he’s quite aware his presence is sought after for personal gain, part of the reason he’s grown jaded with the world. He wants a companion to intellectually challenge him, someone capable of giving it to him straight. But nothing prepares him for the dose of reality he must swallow once his life becomes tangled up with Evelyn “Scout” Keats.

 

3.     Pieces of Pearl

 

Pearl, Scout’s mother, is a lost soul in carbon form. Her mind is a jigsaw, pieces of the past broken into jagged memories, distorted by drugs and abuse, but she is the only person Scout has ever loved. An anchor around her daughter’s neck, every time Scout rises from the bottomless depths of poverty, Pearl pulls her back under. In order for Scout to survive, she must save her mother first.

 

4.     The Challenge of Chess

 

Chess is a cerebral struggle over another’s ego. The central figure is the King. He is indispensible. Narcissism will only lead to a corrupt King. He must never forget—the Queen holds far more power.

 

Chess is a lyrical battle of the mind, provoked by patient acts of aggression. Lucian Patras is a master of chess, favoring the intellectual sparring over traditional sport. He savors seeing his opponents gracefully surrender, and refers to the game as a triumphant display of social intercourse.

 

Once you read The Surrender Trilogy, you will never look at chess the same way again.

 

5.     Playing with Pawns

 

Pawns are the players of the story, the characters of the board. There are the traditional pawns, those maneuvered to protect the King and Queen, and then there are the more cunning pawns. There are the voyeurs, better known as the rooks, the manipulators or bishops, and let us not overlook the slyest piece of all, the knight. Should the King underestimate the other players on the board—he will quickly find himself in check.

 

6.     Underestimating the Underdog

 

Parker Hughes is quiet, poor, and disinterested in the lavish treasures of the world. He covets only one thing, but she has suddenly changed the rules of the game. When Parker discovers Scout’s intentions involving billionaire Lucian Patras, he must embrace his shrewder side. He loved her first and thereby considers her his, but taking from a King is never easy, especially when the Queen holds all the power. Therefore, Parker puts his patience into practice and becomes the Dark Knight.

 

7.     The Cost of Surrender

 

Relinquishing control can be a difficult task. Throughout The Surrender Trilogy, one is never quite sure which character is making the greater sacrifice. Scout is asked to submit to the authority of a man she barely knows and hardly understands, yet through a turn of twisted events Lucian is faced with choices that inflame his desire to possess such a woman.

 

Surrender, in its purest form, is done gracefully, selflessly, and delivered of one’s free will. FALLING IN love is never as simple as it seems. The constricting sense of need can sometimes provoke the urge to escape, but BREAKING OUT is not always the answer. It takes a genuine understanding of surrender to grasp what it means to ultimately be COMING HOME.

 

 

COMING HOME, the conclusion of The Surrender Trilogy reaches readers January 21, 2014!

 

For more news and titles by Lydia Michaels, visit www.LydiaMichaels.org

 

Lydia can also be found on Facebook at www.facebook.com/LydiaMichaelsAuthor

 

You can become Lucian Patras’ friend at www.facebook.com/lucian.patras

 

And don’t forget to get the latest news on all things SURRENDER on The Surrender Trilogy fan page at www.facebook.com/TheSurrenderTrilogy

 

 

 

 

 

 

How to Deal with a Surprise Penis (or Victoria, Your Twenty Minutes Start...Now!)

Flash fiction time again. My writing group didn’t have to write about surprise penises, but I wanted to. The exercise involved choosing a headline from a magazine. The headline I chose was:

How to Deal with a Surprise Penis

“Oh! Is…is it…?” Tamara perched on the mattress, her feet tucked up near her bottom, her knees squashing her chest. She darted another glance at his…his…and tried to ignore the fluttering inside her tummy.

He seemed to make a sort of strangled sound.

Her eyes flew up. Oh goodness gracious, if she could just keep staring at his face, then everything would be alright. He―what did he say his name was? Michael?―had such a kind face. Since she had to have―she shuddered―a customer, she supposed she was lucky to have him as her first. He had an easy grin, a few freckles sprinkled across his nose, and blue eyes that seemed to have a reassuring twinkle.

“Is it what?” His deep, gentle voice shook, but he tilted his head and gazed into her eyes, politely ignoring…well, the rest of her.

Oh my goodness! The bed creaked as he lay down on his back next to her, lazily stretching himself out. His eyebrow lifted in enquiry. And she wasn’t mistaken. There was that twinkle. But her eyes seemed to have a mind of their own, for they drifted down the length of his long, lithe, naked body. He rested his head in his laced fingers. His biceps bulged.

She forced her gaze away and stared at her toes peeking out from the bottom of the sheet she’d hastily wrapped around herself. It doesn’t matter what this man looks like. Close your eyes and think of…

But that picture of England’s green hills and valleys escaped her. Her eyes drifted again to that sprinkling of hair across his chest, then down to his defined abs, trim belly, and down to his…

He reached for her hand. Reluctantly, she let her fingers release the sheet she clutched to her chest. It fell to her knees, revealing her far too voluptuous breasts. Her mouth dried as she saw his gaze move down to her chest. She was too big, wasn’t she? Guys liked pert, perky little boobs, didn’t they? Not huge ones, like hers.

He twined his fingers with hers and rested their hands on his chest. His eyes―such kind eyes―flicked up to hers, waiting.

“Um…” she replied, feeling her face heat to a point when she could fry eggs on it, “is…is it supposed to have…you know…”

He shook his head. Such a handsome head. Curly, tobacco brown hair, lovely sensual lips that should be kissing some lucky lady―why on earth was he with her?―were at the moment twitching at the corners.

 “No, I don’t know, Tamara. You’ll have to tell me. Is it supposed to have what?”

She stared down at the part of his anatomy currently under discussion and gulped. Long seconds passed. Still he waited. He seemed to be almost―in pain? He was breathing hard. Goodness, she thought miserably, I’m so totally useless at this. Why were his lips sort of wobbling?

“Tamara?”

“Is…is your penis…supposed to have a bend in it?” she finally blurted.

He burst out laughing.

Fifty Shades - Eat Your Heart Out

Fellow member of Erotic Writers of Australia, Willsin Rowe, has co-written with Katie Salidas the hot new series Consummate Therapy. The entire “Consummate Therapy” series is in omnibus format (a total of 141 pages) and features the trials and tribulations of Natasha Blakely, billionaire CEO.

CONSUMMATE THERAPY

by Katie Salidas & Willsin Rowe

The Consummate Therapy series flips Fifty Shades on its head, with a despotic female billionaire learning the value – and art – of true submission at the hands of a hot but steely Dom. Follow Natasha’s journey as she walks a fine line between what she thinks she wants...and what her Master knows she truly needs.

With rave reviews, and a 4.6 Star average (across the series), people from all over are falling in love with Natasha and her Master.

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“If your spirit is the equal of your body...” He ran his fingers across my shoulders and down the gully of my spine. “...then it will be a rare pleasure breaking you in.”

Despite my initial apprehension, his words and his touch sent a thrill through me.

He moved from behind me and my back suddenly felt cold. I watched his muscular form as he prowled to the chair, and admired his grace as he mounted it.

“Bind her. Bring her to me.”

Chloe appeared beside me with a length of smooth rope in her hands. My instincts cried out to run, to fight, but I bit down on them. I could see where this was heading and…and I wasn’t sure I hated it.

With practiced efficiency, Chloe had my wrists secured in under a minute. She led me over to Master Sweet and handed him the loose end of rope.

 

“Slave, lay across my lap.”

I couldn’t help it. I hesitated. This was so new to me. He curled the rope around his wrist and pulled steadily, with a strength I couldn’t resist. With Chloe’s help he had me prone across his lap, my bare ass angled out and vulnerable. My heartbeat sped with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. Even though there was something so degrading about being put over someone’s lap, there was a part of me that found it...invigorating. I wasn’t about to let him know I felt that way, though. I held my tongue and watched blankly as Chloe worked, binding me in place.

She took the rope and fed it through the eyelet at the base of the chair, leading it underneath and through a matching eyelet on the other side. She walked around and crouched behind me. From my angle I could only see her hands taking the rope, but I could sense her body heat on the backs of my thighs, feel her breath tickling across my ass…and everywhere else. I wondered if she was there to do more than just tie knots.

The rope’s firm grip around my right knee took me out of that reverie. I watched as Chloe fed the rope back through the loop and then around my left knee. I understood the chair’s construction much better now. Looped around it, with Master Sweet’s strong legs as a cushion, I had nowhere to go. Intriguingly, there was still enough slack in the rope that I could spread my knees apart.

“Look in the mirror.”

I raised my head and stared. I barely recognized myself. In the low light, my black hair almost blended with the room. I could see enough to know it was a mess, though.

He slipped his hand onto my ass and rested it there, soft, unmoving. The deceptively light touch sent chills rippling across my body.

“You’ve earned a spanking for your disobedience. You will watch as your punishment is delivered, and you will count the strokes.”

My breath hitched in my chest. Spanking. I hadn’t had one of those since I was a little girl. So demeaning, and yet the thought of it sent heat rushing between my thighs. There was a part of me that longed for it. In a world where I constantly had to think at least six to twelve months ahead, a consequence that was both immediate and tangible somehow felt like a luxury.

He raised his hand, cocked it like a gun. I followed the movement instinctively, admiring the pure power of it, knowing full well that its force was about to come crashing down on me.

“No. Look into your own eyes.”

I did as instructed. My mouth hung open as I tried to catch my breath, which had begun racing. I clenched my muscles and squeezed my thighs together, waiting for what came next.

The blow, when it landed, cracked like a pistol shot. For the slightest instant all I felt was the jolt through my body. My vision blurred with the impact. Then the sting bloomed on my ass and began to tingle. I watched my own mouth stretch, listened as my breath hissed in. I would not cry out.

“Count it!” he demanded.

Victoria, Your Twenty Minutes Start...NOW! - Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction time at Sultry Scribes!

Our task? Close our eyes and pick two words from the dictionary. Three people, six words. Include three of those words in a story.
Our words were: defeat, nemesis, perk, contortionist, clutch, stodgy
And here’s my story:


It hovered like a sickening cloud, waiting, wanting to strike me down.

My nemesis smiled at me with mocking pity. She could see my defeat. Smell it.  She’d been waiting a long time for this moment. Her pale blue eyes shone with malice.

My heart thudded in my chest. My stomach knotted. Only my pride kept me still.

Wiping my sweating hands down my sides, I took a deep breath. Then flung back my shoulders. The crowd hushed and waited.

With clenched fists, I faced her. I would not bow my head to this woman. She would not be my master.
And so, with a smile every bit as taunting as her own, I returned her venom. I enjoyed her frown.

Those who thought to judge me stared. Doubt flooded their faces. So it should. They were wrong.

They tried again. Their heads leaned in, touched, whispered, nodded. Then he stood, the main one. Fixed me with his steely grey eyes. My enemy shuffled closer, to be included in his gaze. Her eyes flicked to mine. Ah. Not so confidant now?

“The vote is unanimous,” he said. “My apologies, Mrs Perkins.” He smiled at me. “What you have given us is perfect, not stodgy in any way.”

The crowd drew in a collective breath. Her shoulders slumped.

“I declare your entry to be Best Cake of the Show.”

A Scintiallating Interview with Raven McAllan

 

Welcome to Craving Erotic Romance Blogspot.

 

Today we’re presenting Author: Raven McAllan

                                               

1) Have you always wanted to be an author? 

On and off I reckon. I've always loved to write, but it took a long while to find my voice. I used to write as I thought I should, not as I could. It wasn't good. I did win a 'where does chocolate come' from competition two years running when I was about 8 or 9 though.

2) What genre(s) do you write?

Romance. Regency, WW2, contemporary, erotic, paranormal, whichever shouts at me loudest at the time. Oh and YA as J. Lilley. Different hats and all that.

3)  Have you ever self published?

Along with several other friends, (we're all in the same crit group) Wine and Nine came about when we all got together, and sat around my kitchen table with wine. We'd been to the local pub and set a series of hot short stories about it. Every hero had to wear a kilt!

4) Who or what inspired you to write your first book?

The first one, was when we got a computer. (All those little discs in and out ARGH)  It was rubbish, but as I'd been saying if only etc etc, I felt I had to try. The first one I had published, Wallflowers Don't Wilt, was written on a dare by my Crit group UCW. I'd said I thought I write a Regency about two women and a man, and they said go on then. We dare you. So I did. They helped me tidy it, and send it off. I got the yes email at 3am. I'd got up for water, checked my emails and woke DH up shouting oh my goodness ohh yes, oh look. Poor soul, he gave me a kiss said '"Well done" and then asked if he could go back to sleep.

5) How many hours in a day might you write? 

At least an hour a day. Usually 4-5. ( I use the term write loosely. That includes blogs, and research. (Oh, okay then, procrastination)If I'm on holiday I often get up early to slot it in. I try not to write when DH is around. That's our time.

6) Are you a plotter or a pantster?

Pantster every time. The only time I've plotted it was rubbish.

7) Do you ever find yourself slipping away and becoming so immersed in your  story it affects how you relate to others? 

I've always been able to immerse myself in a story, whether reading or writing. When I write I'm oblivious to anything, I have to set the alarm to remind me to check what's in the Aga, and to do a quick tidy round before DH get's home. He reckons he could ask me for anything, say "okay, then, I'll take that as a yes", and I'd be non the wiser.

8) Are you in any of your books? 

No, I write them not star in them. Well I guess my snarky attitude might come across, and my love of chocolate, but me? Nah.

9) What do your friends and family have to say about you writing?  

Anything from I'm really proud of you, congratulations, go you, woo hoo, to don't tell people what you write, they're disgusting, is it all from experience etc etc…

10) Please share an excerpt from one of your books that totally spoke to you when you put the words down on paper…

 

This is from The Girl on the Bus. Tay is in the process of changing his life, when A glimpse of a girl on a bus, reminds him of something that happened years ago. This is the start of the book, which is set in Glasgow. It so shouts that city to me, and so got me into Tay's head…

 

 

 

 

Tay Mackinnon drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, unconsciously mimicking the beat of a popular TV motor racing program blasting out from the I Player. He loved hot hard and heavy music interspersed with softer gentler tunes. He admitted to being difficult to pigeonhole, and was unrepentantly pleased about the fact.

Stuck behind the double-decker bus disgorging its passengers in the middle of the road rather than at the bus stop he refused to lose his temper. A man in a white van parked in the bus bay shrugged as he received the rough edge of the bus driver’s tongue. Even through they were several yards away, Tay got the gist of the conversation. Tay grinned. He was in no hurry to get to his destination. With great music and bright sunshine, he could afford the time.

Though the roof of his sports car was down, he ignored the fumes and noises of the city. He remained as happy with that as the scents and sounds of the Scottish countryside where he lived whenever possible. Comfortable in his skin and his life, he refused to get upright because some ignoramus couldn't be bothered to read the road signs. An approaching traffic warden would sort him out.

The bus moved off slowly. Tay let the clutch out and followed. The vehicle turned a corner, and Tay continued straight ahead until a profile of woman on the upper deck made him change his mind. He swapped lanes. The blaring horns were well deserved, but for once Tay couldn't give a monkeys.

That profile ... oh, that profile. Silver. It couldn't be, surely he kidded himself? One night five years ago. How on earth would he know for sure? But the hair, like silver silk shot with diamonds glittering and sparkling in the light. It was her hair, her profile ... wasn't it?

Get a grip, man. That was the other side of the country.

However, Tay was as certain as he could be. He'd been looking unconsciously for her all that time. So often he'd almost walked up to someone and called out her name, only to stop at the last moment before some unknown woman thought him a crazy stalker. Once, he'd almost lost his balls when a guy objected to Tay calling a woman that name. A woman Tay hadn't even realized accompanied the guy. He'd made his apologies and retreated as the smug bastard bragged about how big and tough he was, and that no one messed with him ever. The guy hadn’t even been a Dom, just a half pissed Glasgow Ned. Tay had been sorry, but no way could he give much credulence to a guy with a tattoo of Hello Kitty on his neck. In full color at that. Even so, Tay was a lot more wary of approaching anyone now. A writhing, crying, so-called macho man wouldn't go down well. He imagined the headlines.

 

11) Which actor/character(s) would play the starring role in that book? 

  Robert Downey Junior. One of my mates said he was so Tay

 

Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.

She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.

A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she's strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.

Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

 

Thanks so much for interviewing here, Raven. Best of luck with your books!

You can find out more about Raven here… 

 

http://www.ravenmcallan.com

http:/ /www.ravenmcallan.blogspot.com

https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan (my page)

https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan       (author page)

https://twitter.com/RavenMcAllan

Snippets from Victoria

It’s time for another installment from Chapter One, Heavenly Revenge

His last cruel words echoed in her head. Josh didn’t understand. She wore those sloppy clothes like armor, to prove to the whole world she didn’t care what they thought of her. Rose gave a short, bitter laugh. The only one she hadn’t fooled was herself. All she’d ever wanted was to be accepted and loved.

She’d been right all along. You couldn’t trust people. Even her parents had abandoned her. No grandparents, no brothers or sisters, no aunts or uncles. They’d left her alone to face so many sets of foster parents, so many new schools, at least one a year. There’d been one horror year when she’d changed schools four times. She’d had to act tough. The bullies ignored her if they thought they couldn’t get to her.

There was only one person she could trust—herself. She’d known that, for goodness sake. And that’s where she’d made her mistake with Josh. She’d let him in, let herself love him. She’d let him make her weak.

A pain, worse than all the others, had hit her, and she’d slipped into darkness.

Rose glanced at Wilma and Lily and frowned. “Why did I die? I mean, what did I die of? I’m only twenty-three.”

“You had rheumatic fever when you were young, and unfortunately, the set of foster parents looking after you at the time didn’t bother taking you to a doctor,” said Wilma. “Then there was that very bad bout of flu recently that weakened your heart even more. I’m afraid the shock of seeing Josh…”

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