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Contest Giveaway: 2 copies of Damaged by Alex Kava

Damaged: A Maggie O'Dell Novel
Deadline is JUly 25th at midnight
here are the rules

1. You must be a follower of this blog

2. U.S residents only

3. leave your email address so I can reach you much faster .What's your favorite crime show
CSi or Law and Order?  I was a huge fan of both but now that Law and Order(not svu or criminal intent)
is going off I have to say Csi

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Autumn said…
I love CSI. I used to watch CSI: Miami too, but I lost interest in it. I like Law and Order: SVU. I watched all the back episodes on Netflix.

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Thanks for the giveaway. Between those two I would pick CSI. But I prefer NCIS to all of the others.


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CallMeKayla said…
I love CSI: Miama : ) I never have watched Law and Order so I can't say much for it..
bookaddict4real said…
Wow Autumn I didn't know you can watch old episodes on Netflix,I have watched Ncis but I think I waited
too late to keep up and my daughter
loves CSI Miami I think it's hilarous that the lead character always has to show off his profile
pixie13 said…
I used to love all of the Law & Order shows, but they haven't been as good the last couple of years. Never much got into CSI.

degood said…
Thanks for the giveaway. I follow your blog as degood with google friend connect. I love Law and Order but have never really liked CSI.
Lisa R said…
I love CSI any of them and I watch L&O a lot. Any time of the day or night you can catch an episode of one of the L&O shows on.

alterlisa AT yahoo DOT com
Elizabeth said…
I love Law and Order...I am sad it is going off the air.

Please enter me..I am a follower.

silversolara AT gmail DOT com

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