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A Duke in Shining Armor by Loretta Chase–#Book Review

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New Historical Fiction Romance by Loretta Chase, Coming 11/28/17!

 

A Duke in Shining Armor, is an entertaining fictional story, and the first book, in Loretta Chase’s Difficult Dukes Series.

Lady Olympia Hightower is about to become the new Duchess of Ashmont. She should be ecstatic. But, instead of basking in all of the luscious benefits that will come with her new title, Olympia’s been drowning her fears with alcohol. The problem, according to Lady Olympia, is that the Duke of Ashmont, is as handsome as an angel, and she, was practically on the shelf. Lady Olympia has been passed over, year after year and was considered by most men, to be bookish and boring. So, what would a man like the Duke of Ashmont want with her? That’s the question she needed to figure out before marrying the handsome devil. When Hugh, the Duke of Ripley came knocking at her door, she knew that her time was up. Lady Olympia took the only escape she could think of, out the window.

The Duke of Ripley was given the responsibility of making sure his best friend’s wedding went off without a hitch. Hugh was pretty sure, though, that Lady Olympia, escaping her own ceremony, was going to put a damper on his friend’s day. So, without giving it much thought, Hugh hoisted himself up and climbed out the window, to be about the business, of fetching the soon-to-be-new Duchess of Ashmont.

When Hugh took on the mission of bringing Lady Olympia back to the wedding, he fully expected a challenge. What he didn’t expect, though, was that his challenge would include stuffing his growing attraction to Olympia, and keeping his hands to himself.

Although I enjoyed reading this book, I didn’t find it realistic or emotionally captivating. However, if you are looking for a light historical fiction romance, this may be the perfect book for you.

Thank you, Avon Publishing and Edelweiss, for my advanced review copy.

~3.5 out of 5 stars~ Review by Peg Glover

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To The Duke, With Love by Amelia Grey–#Book Review

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New Historical Fiction by Amelia Grey Coming 12/5/17!

 

The Duke of Hawthorne, one of the infamous Rakes of St James, was losing sleep over his sister. Adele was about to have her first season, and Hawke was anxious. There were rumors, that because Hawke had been guilty of tainting a few reputations in the past, that some ill-intentioned gentlemen were planning on paying him back. The last thing Hawke wanted, was for his sweet sister to pay for his mistakes. The Duke decided that finding a husband for his sister and securing an engagement before the season started, was the best way to protect her. Hawke declared to his sister that Paxton Quick would make the perfect husband for her. He was good-looking, even-tempered, and didn’t drink or gamble to excess. Hawke never imagined, however, that his greatest adversary would be Paxton’s sister, Loretta.

Hawke was not accustomed to people challenging his requests. As a Duke, Hawke was used to people bending to his will, not the other way around. Loretta was dead-set, against arranged marriages, and was irritated with the Duke for even suggesting one. Loretta didn’t want, her brother missing out on a love-match, just because the Duke was waving his sister’s hefty dowry in front of him.

Loretta fought her attraction to Hawke. She had vowed never to marry years ago. She couldn’t allow the handsome Duke’s confident charm, to wiggle itself, into her heart. But, the more time she spent with him; the harder it became.

To The Duke With Love is an enjoyable Regency romance. It’s the second book in The Rakes of St. James series. This book wasn’t as riveting as the first book in the series, but it was captivating, just the same. I plan on reading the third novel in this series as soon as it is available.

Thank you, St. Martin’s Press and NetGalley, for my advanced review copy.

~4 out of 5 stars~ Review by Peg Glover

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11/7/17 #Today’s New 5- Star Releases -Written In Blood by Layton Green, Taking A Chance by Maggie McGinnis & No Other Duke Will Do by Grace Burrowes- #Edelweiss, #NetGalley, #Book Reviews

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Don’t Miss These Fab New Releases. All Of Them Are 5-Star Books!

 

Written In Blood by Layton Green-Thriller- 5-Stars
https://write-escape.com/2017/10/07/written-in-blood-by-layton-green-5-stars-book-review

 

Taking A Chance by Maggie McGinnis- Romance- 5 stars
https://write-escape.com/2017/10/29/taking-a-chance-by-maggie-mcginnis-5-stars-book-review

 

No Other Duke Will Do by Grace Burrowes- Historical Fiction- 5 stars
https://write-escape.com/2017/10/11/no-other-duke-will-do-by-grace-burrowes-5-stars-book-review

 

 

Secrets of Cavendon by Barbara Taylor Bradford–#Book Review

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New From Barbara Taylor Bradford! Secrets of Cavendon-Released 11/21/17

 

Secrets of Cavendon is the fourth book in the Cavendon Chronicles. This book takes place in England, shortly after WWII. I had some difficulty getting into this book, probably because I hadn’t read the prior three books in the series. Having said that, once I learned the characters well enough, and became involved in the story; the book took off and kept me captivated until the end.

The story begins with Cecily Swann Ingham the seventh Countess of Mowbray, contemplating the state of Cavendon, and the financial burden that it had become. Cecily had done her best to keep the estate afloat, even at the cost of putting her at odds with her sister-in-law, Daphne. Her sister-in-law was so distressed by the commercialization of the estate that she decided to move to Switzerland for a year. The Swann and Ingham family have been close for years, Cecily hated the fact that she might be the cause of the rift between them. She’ll have to take over Daphne’s responsibilities, of course, which will mean that she’ll have to run her London clothing store from afar. Cecily’s business was already losing money, and now it’ll probably lose more. She’ll have to keep that information to herself for the time being. Some secrets can’t be helped, just like the one her Aunt Charlotte told her about. That particular dark secret, however, will stay buried forever, or so Cecily had believed. But when a murder occurred in their family, scandalous secrets were unearthed. Can the Swann and Ingham family, survive the turmoil and heal? Will they ever have the harmonious relationship that they once enjoyed for years?

Secrets of Cavendon is an entertaining read. Fans of the series will embrace this story. Thank you, St. Martin’s Press and NetGalley, for my advanced review copy

~3.5 out of 5 stars~ Review by Peg Glover

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10/31/17 #Today’s New Releases- The Christmas Cowboy Hero, The Bride Who Got Away, The Scandalous Flirt & The Right Kind of Rogue- #Book Reviews

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In Case You Missed My Reviews on Today’s Fabulous New Releases, I’ve Included the Links Below:

 

The Bride Who Got Lucky by Janna MacGregor-5 Stars
https://write-escape.com/2017/10/08/the-bride-who-got-lucky-by-janna-macgregor-5-stars

The Christmas Cowboy Hero by Donna Grant-5 Stars
https://write-escape.com/2017/10/30/the-christmas-cowboy-hero-by-donna-grant-5-stars-book-review

 

The Scandalous Flirt by Olivia Drake- 5 Stars
https://write-escape.com/2017/10/04/the-scandalous-flirt-by-olivia-drake-5-stars-book-review

 

The Right Kind of Rogue by Valerie Bowman- 4 Stars
https://write-escape.com/2017/10/25/blog-tour-the-right-kind-of-rogue-by-valerie-bowman-stmartinspress-book-review

 

 

#Blog Tour – The Right Kind Of Rogue by Valerie Bowman -@StMartinsPress- # Book Review

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Don’t Miss Valerie Bowman’s Newest Historical Fiction Romance

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My Review

The Right Kind of Rogue is a delightful and entertaining historical fiction romance. I was completely captivated by the story and read it in one day.

Meg Timmons should have listened to Viscount Hart Highgate’s sister, her closest friend, but she didn’t. How could she? Meg was in love with the Viscount and had been since she was sixteen years old. Although she knew that Hart Highgate was a notorious rogue, Meg couldn’t imagine giving her heart to anyone else. Not that the Viscount was interested in her, he wasn’t. And, thanks to her gambling father, he never would be. Her family had been feuding with Hart Highgate’s family for years, so a match between them was probably impossible, anyway. Marrying the Viscount seemed to be hopeless. But, Meg couldn’t give up. This was the year that Hart Highgate was choosing a wife and Meg couldn’t stand by and watch him court and marry another. So Meg did something she never thought she’d ever do. Meg enlisted the help of the Queen matchmaker, a master strategist, Lucy Hunt, aka, the Duchess of Claringdon.

Viscount Hart Highgate was furious. He absolutely despised schemers, and he couldn’t believe that a person he trusted had betrayed him. He had been tricked. His new wife may have trapped him into marriage, but he didn’t have to give her what she wanted. Hart knew just how to make his conniving wife suffer, and suffer she would. In the back of his mind though, was a nagging thought, that he could be wrong. Hart didn’t think so, though, but what if his wife was telling him the truth? Would she ever forgive him for treating her harshly? Probably not.

If you enjoy light, fun, historical fiction romances, then, The Right Kind of Rogue, is the book for you.

Thank you, St. Martin’s Press and NetGalley, for my advanced review copy.

~4 out of 5 stars~ Review by Peg Glover

Excerpt

CHAPTER TWO
“How in Hades’s name can you drink at this hour of the morning, Highgate?”
Hart tossed back his brandy, swallowed, and laughed at his brother-in-law’s words. The two sat across from each other at Brooks’s gentlemen’s club. It was decidedly before noon. The only reason Hart was up at this hour was because he’d promised to meet Lord Christian Berkeley. His brother-in-law rarely asked for favors and Hart suspected this meeting was his sister Sarah’s doing, but he would humor the viscount just the same.
“Berkeley, old chap, you don’t know the half of it.” Hart clapped the viscount on the back. “Helps with the devil of a head left over from last night, don’t ya know?”
Berkeley lifted his teacup to his lips. “No. I don’t. But I’ll take your word for it.”
That reply only made Hart laugh harder, which made his head hurt more. Hart liked his brother-in-law a great deal, but the man was decidedly humdrum when it came to amusements. Berkeley rarely drank, rarely smoked, and preferred to spend his time at his estate in the north of England or his hunting lodge in Scotland. Berkeley enjoyed quiet pursuits like reading or carving things out of wood much more than the amusements London had to offer. But Viscount Berkeley was a good man and one who clearly adored Hart’s sister, and that was what mattered.
The viscount had gone so far as to dramatically interrupt Sarah’s wedding to a pompous marquess and claim her for himself, thereby not only proving his commitment to Sarah but also saving Hart from having the self-involved Marquess of Branford as a brother-in-law. Overall it had been quite a fortunate turn of events for everyone. Everyone except Hart and Sarah’s enraged, thwarted parents, that is.
Berkeley tugged at his cravat. “How are your—ahem— parents getting on?”
Hart cracked a smile. “Still angry, of course, even after all these months. You and Sarah made a good decision, staying up north for the winter. Gave Father and Mother time to calm down.” His father’s anger at having a scandal mar his family name and his daughter marry a mere viscount as opposed to a marquess who had the ear of the Prince Regent had barely abated over the winter, but no need to tell Berkeley as much.
Berkeley leaned back in his chair and crossed one silk-stockinged ankle over an immaculately creased knee, his hands lightly clutching the arms of his chair. He shook his head. “They’re not calmed down, are they?”
“A bit.” Hart stopped a footman and ordered another brandy. “Don’t worry. They’ll be civil when they see you. For Sarah’s sake.”
“Well, that’s something. Are you seriously ordering another drink?”
“Are you seriously surprised?” Hart scratched his rough cheek. He’d been running late and hadn’t bothered to ask his usually drunken valet to shave him this morning. For Christ’s sake, that man drank more than he did. Not exactly someone he wanted near his throat with a straight razor. “Besides I have quite a good reason to drink today.”
“Really?” Berkeley tugged at his cuff. Ever since Sarah had taught him how to dress properly, the viscount was much more attentive to his clothing. He was downright dapper these days. “Why is that?”
“I’m getting married.” Hart emitted a groan to accompany those incomprehensible words.
Berkeley’s brows shot up. He set down his cup and placed a hand behind his ear. “Pardon? I must have heard you incorrectly. I thought you said married.”
The footman returned with the drink and Hart snatched it from the man’s gloved hand and downed nearly half of it in a single gulp. “I did,” he muttered through clenched teeth, wincing.
“You? Married?” Berkeley’s brow remained steadfastly furrowed, and he blinked as if the word were foreign.
“Me. Married.” Hart gave a firm nod before taking another fortifying gulp of brandy.
“Ahem, who is the, uh, fortunate lady?” Berkeley lifted his cup back to his lips and took a long gulp, as if needing the hot drink to banish his astonishment.
“I haven’t the first idea.” Hart shook his head. He was giving serious thought to the notion of ordering a third brandy. Would that be bad form? Probably.
“Now you’re simply confusing me,” Berkeley said with an unmistakable smile on his face. With his free hand, he pulled the morning’s copy of the Times from the tabletop next to him and scanned the headlines.
Hart took another sip of brandy and savored it this time. “I haven’t made any decisions as to the chit yet. I’ve merely announced to Father that this is the year I intend to find a bride. The idea of marriage has always made my stomach turn. After all, if my parents’ imperfect union is anything by which to gauge the institution, it’s a bloody nightmare.”
“Why the change of heart?” Berkeley asked.
Hart scrubbed a hand through his hair. The truth was, he wasn’t less sickened by the prospect of marriage these days, but he couldn’t avoid the institution forever. At some point he’d have to put the parson’s noose firmly around his own throat and pull. Wives were fickle, and marriages meant little other than the exchange of money and property. His own father had announced that fact on more than one occasion. His parents treated each other like unhappy strangers, and his father had made it clear that they were anything but in love. That, Hart supposed, was his fate. To live a life as his parents had in the pursuit of procreating and producing the next future Earl of Highfield. So be it, but was it any wonder he’d been putting it off?
“Seeing Sarah marry had more of an effect on me than I expected,” Hart admitted, frowning at his notquite-empty glass. “And if you ever tell anyone I said that, I’ll call you out.” He looked at Berkeley and grinned again.
“You have my word,” Berkeley replied with a nod. “But may I ask how it affected you?”
Hart pushed himself back in the large leather chair and crossed his booted feet at the ankles. “I started thinking about it all, you know? Life, marriage, children, family. I expect you and Sarah will be having a child soon, and by God I’d like my children to grow up knowing their kin. My cousin Nicole was quite close to Sarah and me when we were children. Nicole’s marriage isn’t one to emulate, either. She hasn’t even seen her husband in years. Last I heard, she’s living somewhere in France, childless. By God, perhaps I should rethink this.” Hart pulled at his cravat. The bloody thing was nearly choking him what with all of this talk of marriage.
Berkeley leaned back in his seat, mirroring Hart. “Perhaps you should focus on the positive aspects of marriage. I assure you, there are many.”
“Believe me, I’m trying,” Hart continued, reminding himself for the hundredth time of the reasons why he’d finally come to this decision. God knew it hadn’t been an easy one. “Whether I like it or not, it’s time for me to choose a bride. Sarah is my younger sister. While she wasn’t married, it all seemed like fun and games, but now, well, seems everyone is tying the proverbial knot these days what with Owen Monroe and Rafe Cavendish marrying. Even Rafe’s twin, Cade, has fallen to the parson’s noose.”
Just this morning when Hart had woken with a splitting head for the dozenth time in as many days, he’d thought yet again how he needed to stop being so reckless. He wasn’t able to bounce back from a night of debauchery nearly as quickly as he used to when he was at university. Seeing Sarah marry had made him consider his duties, his responsibilities, and his . . . age. For the love of God, he was nearly thirty. That thought alone was enough to make him want another brandy. It was his duty to sire the next Earl of Highfield, and duty meant something to him. What else mattered if he didn’t respect his duty? Hadn’t that been hammered into his head since birth by his father, along with all the dire warnings not to choose the wrong wife?
“It’s true that several marriages have taken place lately in our set of friends,” Berkeley replied, still leisurely perusing the paper while sipping tea. “But I thought you were immune to all of that, Highgate.”
“I have been.” Hart sighed again. “But I’ve finally decided it’s time to get to it.”
Berkeley raised his teacup in salute. “Here’s to the future Lady Highfield. May she be healthy, beautiful, and wise.”
“Thank you,” Hart replied. He tugged at his pythonlike cravat again.
Berkeley regarded Hart down the length of his nose. “Any ladies catch your fancy?”
Hart shook his head. He braced an elbow on the table beside them and set his chin on his fist. “No. That’s the problem. I’m uncertain where to begin.”
Berkeley let the paper drop to his lap. “What sort of lady are you looking for?”
Hart considered the question for a moment. What sort of lady, indeed? “She’ll need to be reasonable, well connected, clever, witty, a happy soul. Someone who is honest, and forthright, and who isn’t marrying me only for my title. Someone who doesn’t nag and has an indecently large dowry, of course. Father puts great stock in such things. Not to mention if I’m going to be legshackled, I might as well get a new set of horses out of the bargain. I’m thinking a set of matching grays and a new coach.”
“Oh, that’s not much of a list,” Berkeley said with a snort. “
I don’t expect the search to be a simple one, or a quick one.” The truth was Hart had no earthly idea who he was looking for. He only knew who he wasn’t looking for . . . someone like his mother. Or the treacherous Annabelle Cardiff. He wanted the exact opposite.
Berkeley tossed the paper back onto the tabletop. “Knowing your father’s decided opinions on such matters, I’m surprised he hasn’t provided you with a list of eligible females from which you may choose.”
Hart rolled his eyes. “He has. He’s named half a dozen ladies he would gladly accept.”
Berkeley inclined his head to the side. “Why don’t you choose one of them then?”
Hart gave his brother-in-law an are-you-quite-serious look, chin tucked down, head tilted to the side. “I’m bloody well not about to allow my father to choose a bride for me. Besides, after seeing you and Sarah, I hold out some hope of finding a lady with whom I’m actually compatible.”
“Why, Highgate, do you mean . . . love?” Berkeley grinned and leaned forward in mock astonishment.
“Let’s not go that far.” Hart took another sip of his quickly dwindling brandy. That’s precisely what confused him so much. He knew love matches existed. He’d witnessed one in his sister’s marriage. On the other hand, her choice had so enraged his parents, they still hadn’t forgiven her. Hart didn’t intend to go about the business of finding a wife in quite so dramatic a fashion. Love matches attracted drama. However, his parents’ unhappy union was nothing to aspire to, and he’d nearly made the mistake of marrying a woman who wanted nothing more than title and fortune before. It was a tricky business, the marriage mart, but he’d rather take advice from Sarah and Berkeley than his father. The proof of the pudding was in the eating, after all.
Berkeley laughed. “What if you fall madly in love and become a devoted husband? Jealous even. Now, that would be a sight.”
“Jealous? That’s not possible.” Hart grinned back at Berkeley. “I’ve never been jealous. Don’t have it in me. My friends at university used to tease me about it. No ties to any particular lady. No regrets.” He settled back in his chair and straightened his cravat, which was tighter than ever.
“We’ll see.” Berkeley took another sip of tea. His eyes danced with amusement.
“I was hoping you and Sarah might help me this Season.
Sarah knows most of the young ladies. She also knows me as well as anyone does. Not to mention, the two of you seem to have got the thing right.”
Berkeley glanced up. “Why, Highgate, is that a compliment on our marriage?”
“Take it as you will.” Hart waved a noncommittal hand in the air. He avoided meeting Berkeley’s eyes.
Berkeley settled further into his chair. “I shall take it as a compliment, then. I have a feeling Sarah would like nothing more than to help you with such an endeavor. She fancies herself a matchmaker these days.”
“Will you two be staying in London for the Season?”
“Yes. Sarah wants to stay and I, of course, will support her, at least as long as I can remain in the same town as your father without him calling me out.” A smirk settled on Berkeley’s face.
Hart eyed the remaining liquid in his glass. “I’ll be happy to play the role of peacemaker to the best of my ability.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” Berkeley inclined his head toward his brother-in-law.
“Who else is Sarah matchmaking for?” Hart sloshed the brandy in the bottom of the glass.
“She’s not merely matchmaking. No. To hear her tell it, she has an important mission this Season.”
Hart set down the glass and pulled another section of the Times off the table and began scanning it. He’d talked enough about marriage for one day. Odious topic. “A mission? What mission?” he asked, merely to be polite.
“To find Meg Timmons a husband.”
Hart startled in surprise, grasping the paper so tightly it tore in the middle. Tossing it aside, he reached for his glass and gulped the last of his brandy.
Meg Timmons. He knew Meg Timmons. She was Sarah’s closest friend, the daughter of his father’s mortal enemy, and a woman with whom Hart had experienced an incident last summer that he’d been seriously trying to forget.

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Author Bio:

VALERIE BOWMAN grew up in Illinois with six sisters (she’s number seven) and a huge supply of historical romance novels. After a cold and snowy stint earning a degree in English with a minor in history at Smith College, she moved to Florida the first chance she got. Valerie now lives in Jacksonville with her family including her mini-schnauzer, Huckleberry. When she’s not writing, she keeps busy reading, traveling, or vacillating between watching crazy reality TV and PBS. She is the author of the S ecret Brides and Playful Brides s eries.
Summary:
Can two star-crossed lovers come together—until death do they part?
Viscount Hart Highgate has decided to put his rakish ways behind him and finally get married. He may adore a good brandy or a high-speed carriage race, but he takes his duties as heir to the earldom seriously. Now all he has to do is find the right kind of woman to be his bride—ideally, one who’s also well-connected and well-funded. . .
Meg Timmons has loved Hart, the brother of her best friend, ever since she was an awkward, blushing schoolgirl. If only she had a large dowry—or anything to her name at all. Instead, she’s from a family that’s been locked in a bitter feud with Hart’s for years. And now she’s approaching her third London season, Meg’s chances with him are slim to none. Unless a surprise encounter on a deep, dark night could be enough to spark a rebellious romance. . .for all time?
Valerie Bowman’s P layful Brides novels are:
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“Smart and sensual…readers will be captivated.”—R T Book Reviews “Smoldering.” — Booklist
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Miss Leslie’s Secret by Jennifer Moore–5 Stars–Book Review

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Don’t Miss Reading Jennifer Moore’s Newest 5-Star Historical Fiction!

 

Miss Leslie’s Secret is a heartfelt historical fiction romance that takes place in the Highlands during the 1800s.
When Sergeant Conall Stewart returned home after the war, he was devastated. His hometown was in ruins, and his family was missing. Conall rented a place temporarily, in Dunaid until he could locate his parents and sister. But, the town of Dunaid began to grow on him, especially, after he met Aileen Leslie and her son Jamie. Conell’s relationship with the two, however, had a rocky start. Cornell was furious and confronted Aileen when he found Jamie wandering around his library, supposedly looking for a cat. That lie was exposed, much to Aileen’s dismay when she came upon Conell’s war medal in Jamie’s pants.

Conell took Jamie under his wing and was surprised when he found himself developing a strong bond with the boy. Jamie idolized the Sergeant, and although Aileen was happy to have a positive male role model for Jamie, she was ashamed of how jealous she became of their relationship. But, Conell Stewart was an easy man to like and trust. Aileen, even found herself falling under the Sergeant’s spell. She wanted to confide in the man and confess her secret to him. But, Aileen could never find the right time or words to tell him. Her indecision cost her. Aileen’s silence had not only broken hearts but also put her son in danger.

Miss Leslie’s Secret is a superbly written story. She paints a stunning picture of Scotland’s scenery and history, using authentic details, customs, and dialect. I felt as if I was transported back in time to the beautiful Scottish Highlands.

Thank you, Covenant Communications and NetGalley, for my advanced review copy. I Loved it!

~5 out of 5 stars~ Review by Peg Glover

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