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Contest Giveaway A Maze of Grace by Trish Ryan

Contest Rules:
1. Must be a follower of this blog
2. Must be  U. S  resident only
3.  leave your email address in the comment it will be easier for me
to contact you and for the love of Pete do not put your contest in my comment section
because I will have the linky list up next week .  So please be aware that if you do that
it will disqualify you for winning this book and I can tell it's awesome

Deadline: July 7th

here is the  the link for  the blog hop is going on now I am throwing a b-day party
for my now 6 year old I will stop by and leave a few comments.  Have a great 4th of July weekend everybody!


Andie said…
I would love to win this book!
pixie13 said…
Sounds like a wonderful book; I've read some great reviews on it. Please accept my entry. Thanks!

bookaddict4real said…
Well Hello I think you guys will love this book it's definitely a keeper and thanks for stopping by!
debbie said…
I would love to read this book. I am a gfc follower.
nel said…
I would love to read this book. I am a gfc follower
Nancye said…
This sounds like a great book! Thanks for the chance. I am a follower.

nancyecdavis AT bellsouth DOT net
The Bookworm said…
I'm a blog follower, and I would LOVE to win this book!


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