conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Concealed about Kids, Victoria with the genre: Romance, Romantic Suspense.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: the author is a wife, and mother of many who lives her life in what seems like a constant state of motion. Kids' sports, meetings, homework and general family fun take up twenty-seven hours of her day. In her thirty seconds of free time, Victoria likes to read, write and travel the country with her husband. She most enjoys writing about love and laughter, two things that are central to her everyday life.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Concealed about Dan, Texas, USAF with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Action & Adventure.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Dan has enjoyed reading mystery novels and learning about technology advancements his entire life. He also developed a passion for aviation subjects from an early age, largely influenced by his father's career as a pilot in the USAF. His other interests include motorcycling, boating, scuba diving, and traveling just about anywhere. Dan, his wife, Pam, and their beagle, Casey, live near Dallas, Texas. They have four adult sons scattered across the country who also consider Texas as their home state.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first two paragraphs for the book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Concealed
  Philippe pulled his steed up to the window. The setting sun cast a golden halo behind his blond head. His gaze immediately fell on his sister. "It's all right to be worried."
  Amelia sighed. "It feels silly with so much more at stake." She gave me another sweet smile. "You're the one with the most to risk here."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The jangle of metal stopped me cold. Jonas had pulled enchanted manacles from the folds of his robes. I'd encountered those before. They could block the power of even the most advanced mage. Even worse, they hurt like hell to get off.
  I still had plenty of magick left, so I put it to good use. I sent a blast of blue smoke from my left palm. It shot over to Hannah and Jonas, wrapping around them in a swirl of blue. When the haze disappeared, Jonas's enchanted manacles had dissolved into sapphire-colored dust. The trick was to cast the dissolver spell before they got those irons on.
  The elegant lines of Jonas's face fell slack with shock. "How is this possible? The only Grand Mistresses left are Fantomes."
  Hannah sniffed. "It's a low-level mage trick. The Vicomte warned us about her." She reached into the folds of her robes, ready to pull out her own set of enchanted manacles. When she removed her hand again, her palm held a small pile of blue dust. She stared at it, open-mouthed. "What?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Wyatt mumbled something unintelligible and rushed back to his cart. Within a matter of seconds, he was rolling away. What a beautiful sight.
  The offer was tempting. The gods knew I could use the company. I worried my lower lip with my teeth, debating if this was a good idea.
  Philippe stepped closer again. I was weakening and he knew it. "Besides," he said smoothly. "I've already been you naked. We're halfway there." He offered me his arm.
  Those words made my decision clear. I did need a good smile from time to time. "All right." I wrapped my hand around his forearm and together, we walked up the hill toward Braddock Farm. I gave Philippe's arm a gentle squeeze. "Thank you for finding me, by the way."
  I glanced about. Philippe was right. The sun had fully risen and burned off the last of the clouds. I'd been so concerned with Wyatt, I hadn't even noticed. Now, the forest's leaves gleamed like emeralds under a sapphire-blue sky. This was the life I remembered: my farm, a lovely landscape, and the chance to make something grow.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Within a matter of seconds, he was rolling away. What a beautiful sight.
  The offer was tempting. The gods knew I could use the company. I worried my lower lip with my teeth, debating if this was a good idea.
  Philippe stepped closer again. I was weakening and he knew it. "Besides," he said smoothly. "I've already been you naked. We're halfway there." He offered me his arm.
  Those words made my decision clear. I did need a good smile from time to time. "All right." I wrapped my hand around his forearm and together, we walked up the hill toward Braddock Farm. I gave Philippe's arm a gentle squeeze. "Thank you for finding me, by the way."
  I glanced about. Philippe was right. The sun had fully risen and burned off the last of the clouds. I'd been so concerned with Wyatt, I hadn't even noticed. Now, the forest's leaves gleamed like emeralds under a sapphire-blue sky. This was the life I remembered: my farm, a lovely landscape, and the chance to make something grow.