Friday, 28 August 2020

Cover Reveal - RIDING WITH WARRIORS #reverseharem #whychoose #historical #western #pioneer


I'm thrilled to show off the cover for my exciting and seriously sexy new reverse harem trilogy. Huge thanks to Studioenp for their awesome work once again.

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Sunday, 23 August 2020

EQUINOX - Now Available From Your Favourite eBook Retailer #scifi #reverseharem #whychoose #romance


Previously only available on Amazon, EQUINOX is now on the shelves at many more ebook retailers. Find your favourite store HERE and dive right in and meet Uma and her sexy human pilots and uniquely enhanced handsome aliens!

Saturday, 22 August 2020

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks #erotic #scifi #bdsm #spankingromance


Welcome to Saturday Spankings, this week a few from MASTER OF HER WORLD. Imagine a male dominated world where women have to not only obey but need semen three times a day to survive. 


With her own world facing catastrophic environmental collapse, Briella's only option is to seek refuge on the planet Roun, but the cost of her choice will be her freedom. Upon reaching her new home, she is met by Gastion, the stern, handsome man to whom she now belongs, and he wastes no time in making his expectations clear. Briella will obey him in all things and make her beautiful body available to him in every way, or her bare bottom will pay the price.

Gastion quickly demonstrates that his warnings are not to be taken lightly, and when he discovers that Briella has smuggled prohibited contraband from her home planet she is punished thoroughly. But while he is more than ready to be strict with her, Gastion soon proves that a skillful master can bring his slave pleasure beyond anything she could have imagined, and Briella finds herself surrendering willingly even as he claims her in ever more shameful ways.

Their passion blossoms into romance, but there are strict rules governing interactions between masters and slaves, and it isn't long before Gastion and Briella's relationship attracts scrutiny from the governing authorities. Can their love survive the wrath of the planet's powerful king?

* * * * * * *

He held up his palm, the one he’d injured. “Come here.”
She hesitated.
“Yes, Sir.” She quickly stood, clasping her hands before her.
“I wish to check the poppy balm has worked.” He flexed and unflexed his fingers as his attention dipped to her breasts. “If not I will apply more so I’m healed by morning. Tomorrow I have much to do.”
“Yes, Sir.” She curled her toes on the hard floor. How was he going to test the health of his hand?
“Lay yourself over my knee.” He straightened and drew his legs together.
Briella stayed rooted to the spot. Did he really want her draped over his lap? Her breasts against his thighs, her belly squashed against his leg?
He tipped his head. “If you’re a good slave, I will allow you to ask me one question. I can see that many are swirling in that pretty head of yours.”
“Yes, Sir.” One question? She stepped up to him, then gingerly, not wanting to hurt him, settled face down on his lap.
“I won’t break,” he muttered, with a tinge of impatience. He pressed between her shoulders, pinning her to the bed, and dragged her hips so that she was flush with his body.
Gasping at the sudden swift movement, she gripped the covers and pressed her cheek onto the sheet.
“Ah, such a sweet ass,” he said, skimming his hand over both buttocks.
She was still tender from the flogger but she could easily tolerate him touching her there now.
“You pinked up quickly when I flogged you for the enforcers.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“But now I’m going to pink you up for me. To see if my hand copes with spanking you, slave.”
“Yes, Sir. As you wish.”
“I do wish.” He stroked up to her hairline then down her back to her thighs, then behind her knees. He tickled and caressed, the hard calluses on his palms scratching her slightly.
She writhed, enjoying his touch and the adoration he seemed to put into each movement.
Suddenly it hit; one hard, resounding slap on her right buttock.
She cried out as the pain bloomed over her skin, then jerked, trying to get away from it. The sting followed.
“No, keep still.” He gathered her hair in his free hand and tugged.
She stilled as her scalp complained. “Oh, Sir…”
“I wish to see my handprint come alive.”
She bit on her bottom lip. Did all masters on Roun wish for this? She wasn’t sure. Maybe that should be her question.
He was rubbing her buttock again, exactly where he’d hit. “Here it comes. My handprint on you. Beautiful.”
“Does that mean your hand is well, Sir?”
“I believe it does.” He gripped her hair tighter. “Keep still. One more.”
She screwed up her eyes and tensed her butt cheeks.
“No, relax. Don’t do that.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
It took great effort to release the tension in her buttocks. But as soon as she did he struck her again.
She’d been aware of the air shifting around her opposite buttock a moment before a fire-like slap hit down. And when it did, the heat burned against her nerve endings. He’d put solid muscle behind the slap.
“Mmm…” Gast said, pulling her a little closer. His cock was hard against her and his body as warm as hers. “There we go. Good girl.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He chuckled. “You are thanking me for a spank?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good, that means you will get more of them.” He chuckled again. “You obviously like it.”
She swallowed tightly. She wasn’t sure how many spankings she really wanted, or if she liked it. But his hand was better than the flogger.
But lying here, she was so open to him, somehow more vulnerable tipped over his lap like this, with her ass in the air for his enjoyment, than when she was on the cross.
What did she look like to him? A slim girl with moon-white buttocks squirming on his thick lap?
He appeared in no rush to release her and continued to caress her body, paying particular attention to her patches of smarting skin as though admiring his handiwork. He slipped his finger through the cleft of her buttocks, sliding to her anus and hovering there for a moment.
She held her breath and squeezed the sheets tighter.
“This will be soon,” he said, pressing very gently at the center of her pucker.
“Yes, Sir.”
“The enforcers will check that I have medicated you here.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And if it hasn’t happened, they will do it.”

Wednesday, 19 August 2020

THE SILK TIE - hot mmf! Now on #audible #menage #threesome #MM #gay #erotic


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Monday, 17 August 2020

RIDING WITH WARRIORS - COMING SOON #reverseharem #historicalromance #erotic #whychoose


RIDING WITH WARRIORS, an action-packed, super steamy, historical reverse harem trilogy - coming soon!

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Saturday, 15 August 2020

Saturday Spankings - "You want to tie me up?" "Yes." #BDSM #shibari #spanking #romance #erotic


This week a few from HER DOMINANT BILLIONAIRE and things are heating up for Kane and Imogen.

“Are you tired?” Kane asked, removing the slim tie he’d worn with his suit, then undoing the top button of his shirt.
“No.” She studied him. Thoughts of going to sleep couldn’t be further from her mind. She had a hot man now. Someone who could take her to wonderful places and play her body like a musical instrument—why would she want to sleep?
“Good, because I have plans for you.”
“That sounds interesting.”
“It is.” He removed his shirt so that he was bare-chested.
Imogen’s mouth watered at the sight of his sun-kissed skin and the three stars inked onto his flesh. She wanted to touch him, lick him, feel his body pushing up against hers—pushing into hers.
He walked over to her and stooped. He carefully removed her shoes the way he had her boots that first night.
She stared at the top of his head and watched the tendons in his shoulders shift as he moved.
He straightened, towering over her now that she’d lost her heels. “This way.” He linked their fingers and tugged her to the room he’d used earlier to shower and change.
When he opened the door, Imogen paused.
This bedroom was quite different to the one she’d been using. The walls were painted a darker shade and the drapes at the window were black. The bed had silky gray sheets and pillows, and two lamps with burgundy shades gave the room a sultry glow.
Standing in the middle of the room was a padded leather bench. It was like the one she’d seen at the club. The first night she’d witnessed it in use, the submissive had been tied, spanked, and fucked as she lay over it.
She glanced at Kane.
He tilted his chin and his eyes narrowed.
That was him feeling vulnerable, she knew that now. He was showing her something that was very personal to him, yet trying to act like it didn’t matter. It did.
“You’ve been busy,” she said. “Planning.”
“I told you, I plan everything.”
“So you do.” She stepped away from him and ran her fingertip over the cool black leather on the bench. She couldn’t deny that she was excited to see it. She’d thought of it several times. After the cross it was the piece of apparatus she was the most interested in.
The door to the room clicked shut.
At the side of the bench, a mirror had been leaned against the wall. It was huge, eight feet by eight feet, and perfect for whoever was on the bench to turn to the side and see their reflection. Imogen stepped around the head section, tracing her fingers over the stitching. A table had been set next to the bench. It held a small brown leather bag and one long length of slim black rope.
She looked at Kane. He was standing with his arms at his sides, his jaw was set tight, and he was studying her with an intensity that made her insides quiver.
“Is this for...?” She held up the rope and the end slithered to the floor. “Shibari, yes.”
“You want to tie me up?”
“Like the girls in the pictures at the club.”


Friday, 14 August 2020

Meet the Roughest, Toughest Viking of them all! STEINN #historicalromance #kinkyromance #spanking

Meet the toughest, roughest Viking of them all and the wild woman he falls for. STEINN now available as ebook, paperback and audio. Be warned, it HOT!

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Thursday, 13 August 2020

OUT NOW—Search and Rescue (The Dreadnoughts Book One) by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #reverseharem #rhromance #whychoose



Kim’s trying to save the world—but is she actually going to make things worse?

Kim Medhurst is an ex-British military intelligence officer turned scientist and climate activist. A thrilling, potentially world-changing discovery leads her to a cave on a remote island off the Scottish coast. But before she can return to the mainland, a natural disaster traps her in the cave with limited food and water. Fortunately, she is an intelligent and resourceful woman who made a backup plan even before she stepped out of her own front door.

Enter Jason Chastain—owner and operator of a private security firm—and his friends Aidan Smith and twins Taylor and Joshua Greig. The foursome are also ex-military, so rescuing Kim should be a walk in the park for them. However, her discovery is so top secret she hasn’t even told Chastain and his buddies precisely what their mission is—instead relying on money and intrigue to get them to do the job. It works, until a series of events turn the rescue mission into an escape mission. Throw in a further revelation that will change all of their lives irrevocably and Kim begins to wonder if she’s bitten off more than she can chew.

Should she have left things well alone, or can this colossal mess be turned into something positive? This is about so much more than just five human beings, after all.

PLEASE NOTE: Search and Rescue has a cliffhanger ending.


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Chapter One

Jason Chastain

Jason gripped tightly onto the controls of the rigid inflatable boat—otherwise known as a RIB—as it bounced on the relentless, white-capped waves of the Atlantic Ocean. According to the GPS, they were closing in on their destination. And thank God for GPS; simply looking for their target was futile—it was pitch black, and the remote Scottish island they were headed for was uninhabited, so there were no lights to help guide them. Not even a bloody lighthouse. To make things worse, they didn’t know exactly what—or who—they were going to find when they landed, so they were in stealth mode, meaning no lights on their boat, either. When they got close enough, they’d have to kill the engine, too, so as not to be heard by anyone who might be waiting for them.

He hunched his shoulders against the biting wind which still managed to worm its way in through his layers of technical gear and muttered to himself. Complaining out loud was pointless—the waves and wind would stop the others from being able to hear a word he said, anyway.

Besides, he was really in no position to complain, since it was his fault the four of them were here in the first place.

The job offer had come in via the contact form on his security firm’s website—all mysterious and anonymous, and on the first read he’d almost dismissed it out of hand, his finger hovering over the ‘delete’ button even before he’d read the final line. It was so vague he’d thought it was spam, or someone pissing about—even organisations who wanted to employ him for highly classified missions usually gave more information than that. Not to mention more notice. But something, the merest grain of intrigue, had made him read the message through again and absorb it fully. Despite all the cloak and dagger, it seemed legit.

And when his phone pinged with an alert, prompting him to check his business bank account and find the promised amount just sitting there, all nonchalant-like, the grain of intrigue had turned into the Sahara Desert’s worth. Particularly since the amount in question was just a deposit to help with expenses and getting the mission off the ground. What would have happened if he’d refused the mission? Did he get to keep the money anyway? By this point, that wasn’t really an issue, anyway, since there were a hell of a lot more zeroes at play if he and the three buddies he had in mind to come with him managed to pull this off—a ridiculous sum, even when split four ways and taking costs into consideration.

Whoever the client was, they were extremely important, or insanely rich. Maybe both.

In other words, a good person to get on side. If he played his cards right, this mysterious client could keep him in work for a long time to come—if not personally, then by way of sharing contacts and word of mouth. Either way was good, as far as he was concerned.

Despite the secretive nature of this mission, it would certainly beat some of the two-bit jobs he’d taken on out of necessity in the past few months. Unfortunately, the need to eat and the requirement to pay bills didn’t go away just because the exciting work had dried up.

But this job could be the turning point. The one that launched him from dull bodyguarding of ‘celebrities’—some of those fuckers have been so Z-list that even Google doesn’t know who they are—and protecting sensitive goods to actually making a difference, like he used to do back in the military. Helping people. Taking bad people off the streets.

It could also be the job that launched him into the Atlantic Ocean—not for the first, but possibly for the final time. The RIB lurched violently, and Jason heard the rest of the crew swearing and exclaiming even over the roar of the elements. And these were guys who weren’t afraid of anything. He risked a quick glance over his shoulder and counted three large figures. They were all still there, and for now, that would have to do. There was no time to check in—according to the GPS, the shore was coming up fast, and he’d need all his concentration, skill, and brass fucking balls to land them on the beach in one piece. More importantly, the boat needed to be in one piece, since that was their way out, once they’d secured their target. Without it, they were royally fucked. Unlike in the military, they had no one to call, no backup, no rescue teams.

They were it.

He shook his head, wondering for the umpteenth time who the hell threw so much cash around in order to hire a four-man team to take on a monumental, potentially very dangerous task, knowing perfectly well that if it went tits up, there was no second chance? No clean up team?

The best he’d been able to come up with was: Someone desperate, with a need for secrecy.

So exactly who was desperate, secretive, and filthy rich?

It’s only a matter of time before we find out. If we ever make it onto this bloody beach, that is. He took a deep breath and squinted into the darkness, willing his eyes to pick up something useful. Normally he’d have donned his night-vision goggles, but the rain and the sea spray would splatter constantly onto the lenses, rendering them useless. All he could do was keep flicking his gaze between the GPS and the landscape in front of the boat and hope for the best. He wasn’t a religious man, but he mumbled some random words of prayer to the heavens anyway, just in case. Couldn’t hurt to try, and it certainly wouldn’t make things worse.

Finally, his vision and the gadget seemed to agree the beach was imminent. With another deep breath, Jason killed the engine and mentally crossed his fingers and toes they were close enough that the waves would wash the boat up onto the shore, rather than dragging it back out to sea. He’d researched tide times and planned accordingly, but he knew better than most that things didn’t always go to plan. Especially when it came to Mother Nature. She could be a sadistic bitch at times. But then, given the way the human race treated her, he could hardly blame her for lashing out from time to time.

Thankfully, after what felt like an interminable amount of time, but was actually only a few minutes, the equally terrifying and relief-inducing sound of the boat scraping on to dry land rang out—audible even over the wind and waves. Jason maintained a fierce, knuckle-whitening grip on the controls as the boat lurched, more to keep himself steady and to take out his nervousness on the rigid material beneath his fingers than anything—after all, the steering had lost most of its effectiveness the minute he’d switched off the engine. He’d never admit it to the guys, not in a million years, but his heart was in his mouth. These boats were built to be sturdy, designed to carry out exactly this kind of mission, but it wasn’t impossible that a particularly sharp rock or even something manmade that had been left or washed up onto the beach could puncture it.

He released a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding when the boat came to a surprisingly gentle stop on the sand. He let go of the controls and gingerly relaxed his fingers and hands, then flexed them, wincing a little as the muscles, joints and tendons protested. Immediately, he dropped into a defensive crouch and began readying himself to disembark—they weren’t out of the woods yet. Far from it. For all they knew, there could be a hostile force lying in wait for them.

Once he was ready, he turned to the rest of the team, barely able to make out who was who in the darkness. He shuffled closer to ensure they could hear him. “All right, lads, this is it. Stay alert. We might be on dry land now, but it doesn’t mean we’re safe. I have literally no idea what we could be walking into here, so be prepared for anything. Comms check.”

They ran through the necessary, removed their lifejackets and stashed them in a heavy-duty container, and ensured they had all their gear. That done, Jason took the lead and carefully leapt off the boat, knowing the others would be right behind him. The four of them had always had each other’s backs, and that wasn’t about to change now. Especially not when the stakes were so high.

He dropped back into a crouch immediately after landing on the sand, and paused momentarily to flip his night-vision goggles—usable now they were off the ocean and in a more sheltered spot—into place before setting off to find a route off the beach. He turned his head from side to side, examining his surroundings. It was clear this was no sunbather’s beach, not even in the height of summer—such as it was in this part of the world. He reckoned he’d be more likely to bump into a smuggler here than a sunbather or a swimmer. The sand ran right up to the base of some inhospitable cliffs, craggy and steep.

Shit. I knew this wasn’t going to be a walk in the park, but I didn’t think we’d fall at the first fucking hurdle. Even smugglers wouldn’t be so daft as to end up here.


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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight, and The Heiress’s Harem and The Dreadnoughts seriesIncluding novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name. Find out more about her writing at, or on Twitter or Facebook. Join her Facebook group for exclusive cover reveals, sneak peeks and more! Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter here:



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Saturday, 8 August 2020

Saturday Spankings - STEINN


Welcome to Saturday Spankings!

STEINN is now available as an audio book, I'm so excited for this stern, passionate Viking to be unleashed on audio.

Steinn pulled from her, sat back on his heels, and gripped her around the waist. She was so light it took no effort to drag her over his lap, her arse presented up to him.
“Steinn, no...I...”
“It is too late for words.” He landed his palm over her buttocks, twice, hard.
“Ouch!” She kicked upwards, her heels catching his hand.
“Stop kicking or this will go on longer and you will not sit for a sennight.”
“How dare you...ow!”
He’d struck her again, the heat of the contact searing his palm. “No wife should utter another man’s name when having sex,” he said. “And you will learn this lesson now.”
“He is my husband.”
“Was.” A rush of irritation swarmed over him. “He was your husband.” Again he spanked her, harder this time, her flesh rippling with each thwack.
She continued to writhe and cry out, but he didn’t let up. This wife of his needed to keep her sharp, disobedient tongue under control, and if he let her get away with it now, how would they go forward? How would she ever understand they were perfect for each other in this life and the next?
He paused and stroked her arse. The skin was hot and reddened.
She was sobbing, her sweat-laced back trembling as she fisted the fur beneath them.
“Have you learnt your lesson?” he asked.
“Go to Hell.” She pushed onto her elbows and tried to crawl from his grip.
“I guess you haven’t.” He pushed her flat again, her face landing roughly in the bedding. “And we can continue all night until you have learnt your lesson.”
“No, I...ouch!”
Again she kicked her heels while he spanked her. He ignored the hits to his hands. One day he’d teach her to submit properly to discipline, but right now she needed this first lesson in being a Viking wife.
“You blame...for this.” He’d punctuated each few words with slaps to the tops of her thighs. These had brought new wails of discomfort, and she’d tried to protect herself with her hands.
But she was no match for him, and he continued to punish her, her arse cheeks now flaming scarlet and her no longer tensing after each strike. He knew the pain had layered up; she was just one mass of burning, chaotic soreness.
He paused and caressed her buttocks, enjoying a break for a moment to study her pretty rump.
She was weeping into the bed, not trying to hide her sobs.
“Gladys,” he said, stroking up her back and moving her hair from her ear. “Say you have learnt your lesson and this will end.”
“No.” She pulled her head from his touch.
“But why not? Do you want this pain to continue?” He was confused. Did she enjoy being spanked?
“I won’t be ordered around by you.”
“This is how it is now.”
She twisted to look at him. Her cheeks glowed with tears, and her eyes were puffy. “You are a big bully, Steinn, and I will never call you husband.”
His heart squeezed. Why was she being like this? Why such cruel words after agreeing to marry him and allowing him into her home and bed? “That pains me, Gladys.”

Saturday, 1 August 2020

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks #erotic #romance #BDSM GRAND SLAM

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, this week a few from GRAND SLAM which is now more widely available than ever before. Meet the sexiest, kinkiest tennis player on the planet!


He's Master of more than just the tennis court...

California had seduced me with promises of a new life working at Los Carlos Tennis Academy. What I didn’t expect was the dark, brooding number one seed, Travis Connolly, resisting my help. He wasn’t interested in my psychology skills. Instead his attention was drawn to the edgy, sharper corners of my desires, proving that they existed, setting me challenges and driving me crazy to the point of combustion.

I’m the best tennis player in the world—officially—so why would I need a damn woman full of psychobabble to get me on form? Despite my irritation, however, I can’t resist pushing Marie Sherratt’s buttons even though doing that shows her the darkest shades of my lust, the parts of me I buried deep. So I set her a challenge, one she rises to, one that has me rising too, and before long my game relies on her calling the shots, hitting the target and bending to my will. One thing was certain, being not just master of the court, but also of Marie is seriously good for my soul.

“Shh, don’t speak, just do as I ask.” He released me and stepped backward. The sun was shining directly behind him through the window, rendering him in partial silhouette. “Now I’ll tell you again, get down on your knees.”
Once more I folded. It was without hesitation, without thought other than what Travis wanted of me. Sure I could stand at any time. I knew that. Call a halt to the whole thing. Slap his gorgeous face. But I didn’t want to. I was captivated, intrigued to know what he would do, how he would be with me.
“Now put your hands behind your back and grip them together.” He’d added a harder edge to his voice and it shot straight to my clit. Who would have thought?
I did as he asked, the movement jutting my breasts forward and rubbing my swollen clit against the gusset of my knickers.
He stepped closer, walked around me, circumnavigating my submissive pose. The sound of his clothes rustled softly.
I lowered my head, saw that my skirt had ridden up to reveal my stocking tops but could do nothing about it, not with my hands clasped as they were.
“You look utterly beautiful,” he whispered, touching my hair just behind my ear. “Have you any idea how lovely you are?”
“No, I—”
“Shh, just listen. I want to tell you how it makes me feel to see you, a beautiful woman, like that, on your knees. Obeying me. Waiting to see what I’ll command, willing to trust me.”
Obeying him. Willingly. I tensed my stomach, squeezed my hands together so tight I wondered if any blood would be getting to them.
“You turn me on so much, Marie. You’re smart and sassy and clearly someone who likes to be at the top of their game, and I get that, you know I do, it’s the way I’m wired. But you are also so damn sexy.” He stopped right in front of me and I stared at the soft sneakers he wore with his jeans. “I love your long, slim legs and can’t stop thinking about them wrapped around my waist, with those pretty stockings still on, of course. And your arse, it wiggles just a little when you walk, you know, not overly so, just enough to make me want to tip you over my knee and mark you with my palm. Make your buttocks hot and red and perfect for me to hold as you come hard and fast on my tongue. Mmm, yes, I can practically taste you, Marie, such sweetness.”
Oh, that image. My bum actually tingled at the thought of him spanking me, my pussy quivering at the image in my mind’s eye of Travis laving my clit to a violent yet blissful orgasm as he held my stinging, smarting buttocks in his hands.
I’d never even thought about that sexual scenario before. Why the hell not? It was sexy with cherries on top.
“But that would just be the start of something special, just to give you a taste of what I can give you, how submitting to me will fly you higher than you have ever been before. Give you new slices of Heaven to sample.”
He cupped my chin, raised my head.
I looked into his eyes. I was massively turned on but at the same time oddly calm. I’d handed responsibility of what we were doing over to Travis. As long as I did what I was told it would be okay.
“Now if that is what you truly want, it all starts now,” he said. “No more panics about whether this is right, because it is. When is it never not right to experiment, to feel good, to be with someone who makes you ache with lust?”
“It’s what I want,” I said quickly. “I want you to show me what you know, how you can make me feel.”