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Winner of Velocity ,New Contest and Postal Thursday

congradulations Grig you won the book Please email me at clsherrard(dot)bookaddict(at)gmail(dot)com
I tried to reach you on your email but please contact me within 48 hours.

New Contest: 2 copies of "Power Thoughts"by Joyce Meyer
the rules:
1. You must be a follower of this blog.
2. Open to U.S and Canada residents
3.  Please leave your email address in the comment section of this post so I can reach you quicker
and let me know how you found out about the contest (ie Twitter, Good Reads,etc...)

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Don't forget to stop bywww.sapphirereads.blogspot.com tommrow for Postal Thursdays.   Every week
we talk about what we got in the mail , I got "Power Thoughts " by Joyce Meyer which is the follow up
to "Battlefield of the Mind"   .  Stop by tommrow night  to link up your book blog,book reviews,memes etc...

Comments

flutterbypridge said…
I didn't know Joyce Meyer's had a new book out... but then I'm so far behind that Battlefield of the Mind is the last of hers that I read

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Karla Meachem said…
Love Joyce Meyer!! Been looking forward to reading her new book! :)

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Karla Meachem said…
Sorry, forgot to add...found through Joyce Meyer Ministry Partners

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Deborah M said…
I am a follower. I saw this on Book Blogs.
Deborah M
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❤Stephanie! said…
Follower from the US. Found through just reading your blog! :)

Stephanie
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Janet said…
Love Joyce! I have read most of her books but have not had the opportunity to read this one.

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