Cowboy Boots and Inexpressible Longing by Natalie Acres

Cowboy Boots and Inexpressible LongingHis pain is far greater than his need for love

Master Drew Remington knows pain. He understands its fury. He has walked through its unrelenting terror and remembers the torment in his brother’s eyes as he lay dying in front of him.

His affliction is too vast to overcome

Oh yes, Master Drew knows heartache. He watched as his father was gunned down by a hired assassin. He understands what it’s like to feel helpless and utterly consumed by a harrowing tragedy that left his family in ruins.

Only one woman can heal his soul and mend his wounded heart

A former lover, Suzy Matthews reenters Master Drew’s life. Suzy is determined to win her Master’s heart, but as she plans to embrace the love she and Master Drew share, an emerging war finally erupts. Soon, Suzy is used as a pawn in a very dangerous game set to unfold between old enemies looking to settle one final score.

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Story Excerpt:

“He’s got her,” Drew said.

“No shit.” Crue’s voice filled his ears. “Gabe and I have clear shots in the guest room. We can take out all but one of his men. Looks like Esparza’s son is standing at his twelve o’clock.”

“Don’t take those shots,” Drew whispered, easing closer to Esparza and Suzy. He couldn’t risk a complication. Suzy’s life was on the line.

“Damn it, Drew. If we don’t take them out, you won’t stand a chance when they scatter,” Gabe snapped.

“Then I won’t stand a chance.” He tucked his weapon at his waist and walked down the hallway with his hands in the air. This was like déjà vu, only worse. Suzy was on the floor. Esparza’s gun was aimed at her head. Damn if he didn’t know how that felt. He’d been there. He’d done that.

Damn man must’ve liked reliving moments in life. As Drew locked gazes with Esparza, he reminded himself of where he’d been, what heartache he’d suffered, all at the hands of a monster.

This despicable devil had been at the root of all his problems. He’d taken away the heart and soul of his family. He’d killed his father and slaughtered his brother. Now, he had his woman!

He’d be damned if he’d let him take one more person he cared about. And he wasn’t about to lose his life to Esparza so another one of his brothers would face off with him in the future.

It was time to end this. The moment had come. It was time to send a devil back to hell.

“What have we here?” Esparza cocked the gun.

“You’ll never get away with this,” Drew told him, glancing at Suzy. “We have the place surrounded.”

“Really?” Esparza threw his head back and laughed. “My property is twenty-five acres and your team—your team of six or seven men—have my place surrounded?”

“Your surveillance must’ve failed you somewhere, Esparza. We’ve pulled divisions from across the country.” Drew crept forward as he spoke. “I don’t foresee any way out of this for you.”

Esparza sneered. “I don’t see any positive outcome for your girl. Do you?”

Drew flinched. “I still can’t figure out why you have her. She’s been in town for two days and you think there’s some sort of lasting connection between us?”

Suzy shot him a quick glance. He wanted to run to her as soon as he implied she wasn’t important to him. He needed to wrap his arms around her and reassure her.

Again, Esparza tossed his head back. “You’re living in Vegas now. Haven’t you learned the laws of the land, yet? You can bluff a skilled player, a player who cares about the end result more than the temporary win. But you cannot—or at least you shouldn’t—bluff a true gambler. These individuals will go all-in without considering the risks.”

“Let her go,” Drew said, still holding his hands high. Manny was behind him now. Drew had worked with him long enough to feel him like a second skin. Scott was positioned at the other end of the hall. There was a little red dot on the side of Esparza’s head.

“Do you remember the time we spent together in Virginia, Drew?” Esparza grinned. “Of course you do. I’m the reason behind that drive you have now. When you rise every morning, I’m the only excuse you have to get out of bed. I’m your inspiration when you pound the pavement for four or five miles every day, and I’m—me, Drew, and no one else—the very reason you’ll never know a peaceful rest when you lay down at night and go to sleep.”

“You’re fucking insane.”

“And I speak the truth,” Esparza said. “We share a history that can never been separated. Don’t you feel it, Drew? I do. We’re linked together by what I now consider a very beautiful past, one wrought with murder and deceit, fraud and manipulation. Death surrounds us. Your father took away my family. I’ve slowly killed off yours. We meet, separate, and reunite again. We are so much a part of one another’s lives now that we’re almost family.”

Esparza yanked Suzy’s head back. “When families play together, darling, they stay together. You understand that. Don’t you?”

 

Copyright © 2013 Natalie Acres

International bestseller Natalie Acres is a Tennessee author writing exclusively for Siren Publishing. Prone to pen Western ménage romance and BDSM romantic thrillers, Natalie Acres enjoys sports, reading, and spending time with her family and friends. When she isn’t writing, Natalie is often found at a dice table in Cherokee, North Carolina, or playing poker in Tunica, Mississippi.

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Guest Blogger: Victoria Blisse

Lou’s 3 top tips to getting sexy on a budget

I love my husband to bits but he’s not a billionaire. Sometimes we have to get a bit creative if we want to spice up our sex lives. Here’s my top tips to help you out if you’re looking to get sexy without breaking the bank (or your back come to that)!

Use what you’ve got

If you look online you can find a million and one different doodahs and gadgets for improving your sex life, a lot of them cost a fortune. My advice to you is see what you’ve got at home already that can double up as a sex toy.

Belts and ties are good for bondage, a wooden spoon might make a good spanker (check it on yourself first to see if you can take the pain!) and baby oil can be really nice for a massage. I have heard you have to be careful what oils you use if you’re using condoms, though, so proceed with caution. You’ll be amazed what you have at home that can work…try wearing your apron and nothing else or maybe there’s an alternative use for your feather duster…

Take some time

One really important part to sex for me is the intimacy you get from it. It’s really important to make time to spend with your other half where you can just be together. Time costs nothing and even an hour, just snuggled on the sofa watching a film is good for a relationship and your sex drive. Remember, sex isn’t just about the in and out, if you know what I mean. Other intimate acts count too!

Mad Skillz

We all have our own special talents. Rob makes me playlists of music for my phone, to remind me he loves me. I bake for him whenever I can and food is good seduction. Dipping fruit into melted chocolate and feeding it to your lover is sexy, if a little messy, but it doesn’t cost the earth. Think of something you’re good at and use it to enhance your sex life. Write him a love letter, take a sexy photo and send it to his phone. If you can dance, strip for him, if you can’t do it anyway. Just try a new way to show your love, it’ll keep things fresh and exciting for you both.

I hope my tips help you out. Please comment and let me know your tips for hot sex on a budget so I can try them out on Rob, thanks.

*****

Excerpt:

It was only a small parcel in a typical brown padded envelope. It wasn’t expected, which is why I spent so long looking it over. The return address didn’t ring a bell, and I really couldn’t imagine what it could be so, finally, I opened it. I grinned to myself as I did. My husband Rob would have laughed at me, spending so long looking at the wrapping and wondering. He doesn’t get why I like to eke out the anticipation in moments like this.

Inside was a square of white with a lacy frill all around it. When I opened it up, I found ties –it was a pinny. Inside the parcel was a sealed envelope. I opened it to find a card covered in small red love hearts.

Wear this tonight and only this xxx

PS Kids are going to my mum’s for tea tonight, so don’t worry.

I recognised my husband’s handwriting immediately and chuckled when I remembered a conversation we’d held in a restaurant once about pinnies and their attractiveness. Well, Rob had been staring at this red-headed waitress (he loves auburn hair) with cute curves and pouty lips, and I had to pull him up on it.

“No, Lou, No.” He shook his head. “I am helplessly addicted to pinnies. I can’t help it.”

“Pinnies?” I lifted one brow and pinched his thigh under the table. “You’re turned on by tiny little aprons?”

“Yes.” He nodded solemnly.  “It’s a terrible affliction.”

“What’s your favourite kind?”

“White ones with lacy bits,” he replied, licking his lips salaciously.

That night, I whispered dirty sweet nothings in his ear while we fucked in the comfort of our hotel room bed. I told a story where I was a simple girl, waiting on tables in a quaint old tea shop, wearing a little lacy pinny. I giggled. He chuckled, but as my tale got hotter, the noises we made became strangled and lust-filled.

“You watch me until the end of my shift,” I whispered, hunched over him, my soft thighs stretched around his waist as his hard erection filled me. I moved gently up and down and continued the tale. “Then follow me outside into the alley. Before I can cry out, you clamp your hand over my mouth and push me roughly against the wall. I struggle helplessly but you hold me down and whisper about knowing I want it. How I’d teased you and how I would get what I’d been asking for.”

I still remember how he gripped my hips tightly when I rode him. I continued my story through groans of pleasure.

“You spin me around, press me into the harsh brick of the wall, and pull up my skirt. Grabbing hold of my prim pinny, you fuck me. I’m soaking wet, so you slide right in. You fuck me there in an alley, the girl you just met, the girl you hardly know.”

My words turned into unintelligible mumblings at the point where ecstasy took over. And ever since our holiday, with the visit to that restaurant and the evening’s tale of indecency in an apron, we’ve found a mutual fondness for the uniform of waiting staff and hotel workers alike. So, if Rob wanted me naked in nothing but a pinny for Valentine’s, that’s what he could have.

*****

Rob and Lou's Wild WeekendsHold on tight, it’s going to get wild! Rob and Lou could pass you in the streets and you’d likely not notice them. They’re in their thirties, have a family and jobs to hold down and they do it with smiles on their faces. But occasionally they get a little time off and that’s when things get seriously sexy.

Light-hearted and fun, this mini-anthology features episodes from this couple’s wild weekends. Making the most of the mud, finding the erotic nature of an apron and even having a sexy visit to a fish and chip shop. Rob and Lou make the mundane much more pleasurable so join them on their kinky ride.

Includes a bonus short story Damsel in Distress and excerpts from other ebooks by the award winning queen of rosy, raunchy and rubenesque erotic romance, Victoria Blisse.

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Irish Kisses Print Edition Coming This Summer!

Irish Kisses

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The boys from Bell’s Irish Pub have been delivering tasty treats to digital readers around the globe, and hitting bestseller lists at Amazon, All Romance, and Bookstrand. And now, they’re coming to PRINT!

A collection of five romances set in Bell’s Irish Pub, each with its own special tasty treat served by the staff of Bell’s. The 1Night Stand dating service shakes and stirs things up for Bell’s. When Madame Eve puts two people together for just one night, anything is possible…. Throw in sexy cocktails and to-die-for Irish hotties, and it’s a recipe for sweet Irish kisses and perhaps even wedding Bell’s.

SWEET IRISH KISS

Can he win her over with his secret weapon, a Sweet Irish Kiss, or is Rachel still too scared to love?

SHAMROCKED

Will his Irish charm and toys be enough to hold onto his leading lady, or will his heart be Shamrocked into next week?

THREESOME SWEETNESS

Is a dash of Threesome Sweetness the remedy each is looking for, or will the date leave a bitter aftertaste each will regret for the rest of their lives?

HOT WINTER KISS

Can she hack it in the real world of romance, or are life’s complications and treacherous snowstorms best left to the pages of a book?

MARRY ME, I’M IRISH

Does she love him enough to leave the comforts of England? And is there something behind his sudden proposal?

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Guest Blogger: Victoria Blisse

I’m delighted to have my co-editor, partner in crime and fellow Northern Bird, Victoria Blisse, here to talk about Smut by the Sea and her inspiration for the second volume. Take it away, Victoria!

 

Tropical Treat

If you’ve read my story in Smut by the Sea Vol 1 you might have thought I’d have kept to the coast of Britain for my volume two story. I thought about it, I do love Britain and its seaside towns but in the end I decided to go for something completely different.

Considering I’ve never visited a hot country in my life it was a little bit of challenge writing about a Caribbean island. Thank the lord for the internet, as I’d have been lost without it. The first thing I had to establish was why this lovely single lady would be in such a place on her own.  In the end I decided she wouldn’t be, she was on honeymoon. However there’s a bit of a twist to that!  Here’s an excerpt to illustrate:

“Stop it,” I hissed after she stroked my hand for the umpteenth time. “I know you’re trying to help but just tone it down would you?” I don’t know if she really was being overly touchy-feely or if I was just ratty from lack of sleep.

“All right,” she smiled, “but I do like the way that guy on reception keeps staring at us. I think he wants to see us kiss.”

I glanced to my right and sure enough the man behind the reception desk was looking our way. I was sure he’d be eyeing up Sam. He was gorgeous. Tall, tanned and well proportioned. My heart thudded madly just imagining what it would be like to kiss him.

“He’s eyeing you up, love.” I replied with a laugh and dismissed my thoughts as the desires of an overtired and constantly horny single woman. “Anyway, what’s our plan for today?”

“The beach,” Sam exclaimed. “I have the cutest bikini I want to try out.”

“Oh, okay, well, as long as I can find some shade, I can read my book.” I hate the heat, I really do and lying under the sun is not my idea of a good time and trust me, no one wants to see my ample curves in a bikini. But if I could find a little shade, I could read and maybe nap and that was certainly an attractive prospect.

Sam shook her head then munched on a slice of melon.

“Meet you on the beach in ten?”

 

I like beaches, I do. It’s just I like to see them from a shaded, secluded spot. Sam was spread out on a lounger in the bright sunshine, her pink bikini glowing in the lazy Caribbean light. I huddled under a sunshade a few metres away in my long lined floaty dress sipping from a large glass of ice cold water. I really wanted to be inside in the cool of the air conditioning but as I’d only been outside for half an hour I didn’t think Sam would be awfully impressed with my retreat.

I tried to read my book but kept being distracted by just how hot I was.

“Having fun, Becks?” Sam didn’t look my way, but the sound carried over the lazy wash of the ocean as there were only a few other, mostly silent guests on the hotel’s private beach.

“Hmm,” I replied. “If I had a cabana boy to waft me with a huge palm leaf I’d be in heaven.”

“Well, ma’am, we can’t provide that but we do have some pretty efficient fans if you’d like me to get you one.”

I was startled by the voice of a man with a personally unfamiliar but instantly recognisable English accent. I was so startled I spilt water on my chest. Thankfully my Kindle was on my lap away from the eruption of liquid.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you jump.”

“It’s okay,” I replied. It was the incredibly hot guy I’d seen on reception earlier. “I needed cooling down and that fan sounds fantastic.”

“I’ll be right back.” He smiled and my stomach did back flips. When he came back and set up a powerful battery powered fan I could have kissed him.

“Oh, that’s perfect,” I moaned with inappropriate delight. “Thank you so much—” I looked up at him and his name tag, “Ben.”

“You’re very welcome. If you need anything else, just call.” His smile was delightful; the cool of the fan was forgotten as the depths of my libido flooded me with wanton heat.

“Oh, Ben, could you get me a Mojito?” Sam fluttered her lashes and the hot guy jumped at her command. Nothing new there. I loved Sam dearly, but she didn’t do me any good in the men stakes. Even Eddy asked her out first, but then he was asking everyone out all the time apparently. I should be relieved he left me on my wedding day, dressed in my finest. I felt like a princess until the news arrived that he was a no show.

When Ben brought Sam her Mojito, she touched his hand and flirted with him like she does so easily.

“Well, I’d love to stay here chatting to you and your lovely lady wife, but I must get back to reception. Sadly, it doesn’t run itself.”

Sam giggled as he walked off. “I convinced him that we’re queer. Think we’d be able to bag him for a threesome, he’s pretty damn hot.”

“Sam!” I gasped. “Don’t be ridiculous. I wouldn’t fuck you if my life depended on it.”

“Oh, gee, thanks. I’d fuck you if it meant I got my hands on that hot, tasty morsel.”

“But you’re the easy one in this relationship,” I chuckled. There was no use getting mad, I was there as part of a lesbian couple on my official documentation, letting a member of staff know that was in fact a lie wouldn’t be clever.

“That’s why you love me,” she lifted her sun glasses and winked broadly sending us both into gales of laughter. I started to relax into the holiday with the aid of the powerful fan. I had nothing to do, nowhere to be and crystal clear waters in front of me and a beach that stretched on for miles. Maybe I could make it work.

*****

Light hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the sun soaked bays of Australia to the rainy coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Surfer boys, sea creatures, pirates and the fairground abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

Smut by the Sea: Volume 2 contains tales from Victoria Blisse, Bel Anderson, Tilly Hunter, Cass Peterson, Rachel Randall, Delyth Angharad, Giselle Renarde, T. C. Mill, Tamsin Flowers, Erzabet Bishop, Lucy Felthouse, Tenille Brown, Kate Britton, Annabeth Leong and Jillian Boyd.

Available from: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/smut-by-the-sea-volume-2/

Guest Blogger: Sierra Cartwright

On His TermsCan you keep a secret?

I’ve got a confession to make.

Before I ever had the opportunity to experience a taste of BDSM, I was a voracious reader. That was in the days before electronic readers, when you had to go into a small, tucked-away section of a bookstore to find adult material. Often there were men browsing the same shelves. And I always loved carrying my purchases to the front of the store. The cash registers always felt like they were a long way off!

A lot of the material that I found didn’t appeal to me, but some of it did. I found the Story of O, along with the Marketplace series. I devoured these books and wanted more.

And here’s my secret…I wondered what it might be like to go through BDSM training.

In my fantasies, a trainer is a Dom with super powers. Rather than getting involved in a relationship, they’re committed to helping form a submissive’s thoughts and ideas as well as her actions. There was something about that dispassion and commitment that spoke to me on a very personal level.

In On His Terms, my latest book from Total-E-Bound, I was able to explore some of those dynamics. I took a very strong, ambitious heroine, Chelsea, and pitted her against a Dom of my dreams.

Master Alexander is a no-nonsense man. He’s a Dominant who used to train submissives. Chelsea has had a taste of submission, and she wants to capture the attention of Evan C, an up-and-coming rock star. Evan C is also a Dom who has found Chelsea’s skills to be lacking.

With the same determination that this PR go-getter has brought to every area of her life, Chelsea figures out a way to meet Master Alexander, determined to convince him to train her.

Chelsea soon learns that he’s not like most of the men she knows. She soon realises that being with him means that everything, everything, will be on his terms. He won’t settle for anything less than her abject surrender. He won’t let her off the hook until he knows her every bit as well as she knows herself.

As for Master Alexander, something about this particular woman intrigues him. Before her, he never had a problem training a sub just to hand her over to another man. But the more they interact, and the better he gets to know her, the less he wants to see her with Evan C, or any man for that matter…

I hope you enjoy this peek at the first interchange between Chelsea and Master Alexander, where she learns just how uncompromising he can be. (Oh, did I mention, he’s definitely a Dom who stole my heart?)

 

When one of the servers came near, Chelsea signalled for a glass of wine. She was going to need the fortification. She had no problem at all promoting others or her firm. But exposing her secrets? That required courage.

She took a long drink of her wine, then gripped the stem as if it were a lifeline. “I didn’t know I liked kink until one of my boyfriends blindfolded me.”

“What did you like about the experience?”

Several Doms and subs moved into the living room, and she looked around nervously.

“Eyes on me,” he instructed.

Damn. He was relentless. She caught a glimpse of what he might be like as a trainer, and it terrified her as much as it intrigued her.

“Or excuse yourself now.”

She looked up from where she’d been staring into the depths of her wine.

He missed nothing.

“I liked that I had no idea what would happen next. My hearing seemed heightened. And when he touched me, the sensation was magnified.”

“Go on.”

“One guy would sometimes swat my bottom when I passed him.” She had no idea this would be so embarrassing. There was nothing sexual about the conversation, rather, the facts were somewhat clinical. But that didn’t stop her from blushing. “Last Halloween, I attended a BDSM party. Compared to this…” She swept her hand around. The gathering at Master Damien’s house was for people who lived the lifestyle. “Well, most of us were just dabbling. We wore outfits we bought at the costume store, but afterwards my date tied me up for the first time. It was just to his bed, and he used a light whip on my ass. I liked it. Well, enough to explore more. I wanted more experiences, but he said it really hadn’t worked for him all that well. He didn’t like hurting me. Even though I promised him he hadn’t.”

“You’re telling me most vanilla guys aren’t interested in spanking an ass like that?”

She blinked.

“I noticed you when you first came in, and you wore that skirt hoping I would.”

“Yes,” she admitted. “I did.” It was one size smaller than she bought for business meetings, and she’d never wear it out in public. The material hugged her rear so tight she was nervous about sitting down.

“So show me.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Lift your skirt to your waist, turn around, spread your legs as far as you can, then bend over and grab your ankles.”

For a moment she could hardly breathe. He said nothing further, and he looked unconcerned, as if it didn’t matter to him one way or another whether she did as he said. She recognised it as a test, though.

He extended his hand to accept her glass. That was probably for the best—she was suddenly afraid of dropping it. He slid the stem onto the mantelpiece, then used his thumb to tip back his cowboy hat.

 

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Guest Blogger: Erzabet Bishop

I’m delighted to have Erzabet Bishop here to talk about Smut by the Sea and what inspired her to write a story for the second volume. Take it away, Erzabet!

 

Thanks for having me here today to talk about Smut by the Sea Volume 2! If you are looking for stories that resonate ocean themed vacations and waterside fun,  this book is for you. If you missed the first volume, you should definitely pick up a copy. That is where I first fell in love with the extraordinary combination of Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse and the very talented authors within.  Every story in the first book screamed ocean getaway and I knew I had to write one for the second volume. Whether it is a saucy romp through an ice cream parlor or a boardwalk escapade, these volumes will make your summer.

My story is about an author that has moved to the seaside and has a crush on her lovely neighbor Allyse. Hesitant about her feelings, she looks longingly from afar until one day when Allyse invites her over for lunch. The story is a tale of mermaids, awakening passions and the sea. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Excerpt from Cerulean by Erzabet Bishop

“Hello neighbour.”

I turned around and there was Allyse, a shimmering robe loosely draped around her, barely secured with the tie. The fluttering of the breeze loosened it and I felt my mouth go dry as the covering slipped and I caught a peek of an erect nipple before she adjusted it back in place.

“Hi yourself.” A blush was creeping up my neck and I struggled not to let on how she was affecting me.

“I was wondering what you were doing for lunch.” Allyse tossed her red hair and the sun flashed in her cerulean eyes.

Oh wow.

 

Just for fun:

Favorite ice cream: anything chocolate

Cheeseburgers or sushi: Bring on the burgers

Monster movies or classics: Monsters all the way.

Beer or wine: Neither. Water please.

Favorite snack while writing: Chocolate covered bridge mix

 

 

Light hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the sun soaked bays of Australia to the rainy coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Surfer boys, sea creatures, pirates and the fairground abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

Smut by the Sea: Volume 2 contains tales from Victoria Blisse, Bel Anderson, Tilly Hunter, Cass Peterson, Rachel Randall, Delyth Angharad, Giselle Renarde, T. C. Mill, Tamsin Flowers, Erzabet Bishop, Lucy Felthouse, Tenille Brown, Kate Britton, Annabeth Leong and Jillian Boyd.

eBook Available Now!

 

About the author:

Erzabet Bishop has been crafting stories since she could first pound keys on her parent’s old typewriter. She has only just learned that it is a whole lot more fun writing naughty books. She is a contributing author to Milk & Cookies & Handcuffs, a holiday kink anthology, Smut by the Sea Volume 2, Hell Whore Volume 2 (coming this summer), Dirty Little Numbers (coming soon) and Coming Together: Hungry for Love. She is the author of the Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores.

Follow her reviews and posts on Twitter @erzabetbishop.

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