The Final Piece Giveaway

I hope everyone had an amazing holiday surrounded by the love of family and friends. I have been mulling over the best way to say thank you to all of the people who've supported me and written to me about The Final Piece. I thought it would be fun to do a giveaway, so with out further adieu. Ta da! a Rafflecopter giveaway

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  1. Kathy Reads FictionDecember 26, 2012 at 5:52 AM

    Beth and her friends bedazzled a classmate's/jerk's shorts and put them on display...until getting caught. ;)

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