Skip to main content

Contest Giveaway:Secrets of Newberry and Damaged

Since my computer is just now fixed I  will extend the contest deadline for
Secrets of Newberry  by Victor McGlothin  until Sunday July 18th

and I am also giving away 2copies of Damaged  by Alex Kava July Sunday July 25th
Here are the contest rules

1.  You must be a follower of this blog

2.  U.S residents only

3.  This rule is important  please leave
a) your email address in this comment section so I can reach you quicker
b) mention the book you are interested in so I'll know which one

thanks to everyone who has been patient with me I appreciate your support!
+

Comments

Anonymous said…
I am a new follower and am interested in the "Secrets of Newberry".


CarolNWong(at)aol(dot)com
debbie said…
I am interested in damaged. I am a gfc follower.
debbie
twoofakind12@yahoo.com
Edna said…
Please enter me I would like either book,

I am a new follower on goggle

mamat2730(at)charter(dot)net
Hey I'm a follower! Number 70 to be exact! Congratulations on going past 50. I know how hard it is haha. But just keep doing what you love to do.

So my email is G_MIKE_07105@msn.com

And I am interested in....
hmm since Damaged is number 8 in a series I guess "The Secrets of Newberry" will be a good read.

Thanks for holding the contest! =D
bookaddict4real said…
thank you Micheal you know noone has ever thanked me for running the contest. and you're right it's definitely hard to get past 50 but I love every minute of this!
bridget3420 said…
Blog follower & I'm interested in Damaged. Thanks:)

bjhopper(at)me(dot)com
Brenda said…
I am a new follower found you doing the hop I would be interested in either book. Thanks for the chance to win. kittycrochettwo@msn.com
Andie said…
I'm a new follower and I'm interested in The Secrets of Newberry.
andie.v107(at)yahoo(dot)com

Popular posts from this blog

Poem: In Texas Grass by Quincy Troupe

All along the rail
                                road tracks of texas
                               old train cars lay
                               rusted &overturned
                              like new african governments
                             long forgotten by the people
                              who built & rode them
                                till they couldn't run no more,
                              they remind me of old race horses
                             who've been put out to pasture
                            amongst the weeds
                            rain sleet &snow
                            till they die,rot away
                            like photos fading
                           in grandma's picture book,
                         of old black men in mississippi/texas
                         who sit on dilapidated porches,
                        that fall away
                       like dead man'…

The Speed of Belief by Tracy K Smith (poem)

I didn't want to wait on my knees
In a room made quiet by waiting. A room where we'd listen for the rise
Of breath, the burble in his throat. I didn't want the orchids or the trays
Of food meant to fortify that silence, Or to pray for him to stay or to go then
Finally toward that ecstatic light I didn't want to believe
What we believe in those rooms: That we are blessed, letting go,
Letting someone, anyone, Drag open the drapes and heave us Bak into our blinding, bright lives When your own sweet father died You woke before first light And ate half a plate of eggs and grits, And Drank a glass of milk. After  you'd left, I sat in your place And finished  the toast bits with jam And the cold eggs, the thick bacon Flanged in fat , savoring the taste. Then I slept, too young to know how narrow And grave the road before you seemed--- All the houses zipped tight , the night's Few clouds muddy as cold coffee. You stayed gone a week, and who were we Without your clean p…

My Arkansas by Maya Angelou

There is a deep brooding
                             in Arkansas
                            Old crimes like moss pend
                           from poplar trees.
                           The sullen earth
                           is much too
                          red for comfort.
                          Sunrise seems to hesitate
                           and in that second
                           lose its
                           incandescent aim,and
                          dusk no more shadows
                           than the noon.
                           The past is brighter yet.

                          Old hates and
                          ante-bellum lace,are rent
                          but not discarded.
                          Today is yet to come
                           in Arkansas.
                           it writhes. It writhes in awful brooding.