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Presumed Innocent

Giveaways are so much fun.  Especially if you win.  Let's see how much fun you can have.

Rusty Sabich is chief deputy prosecuting attorney in a large mid-western city. His boss is in the midst of a bitter campaign for re-election. A fellow prosecuting attorney, Carolyn Polhemus, has been brutally murdered. Rusty is handling the investigation---and he needs results. Before election day. Before his illicit affair with Carolyn is uncovered. Election day brings a new prosecuting attorney into office. A political enemy who wants Rusty out. man whose own secret investigation has revealed Rusty's relationship with Carolyn. A man who takes Rusty off the case---and charges him with murder. Rusty now faces a long battle in court. Each side will twist the evidence to win its case, and try any procedural ploy, any courtroom trick that might ensure victory. Rusty's ordeal will uncover corruption, deceit, depravity and incompetence---and keep you spellbound. Who did kill Carolyn Polhemus?


How can you stand to not know? I can't. I've got the book right here beside me.  It's next on my list after the two I'm reading right now. Will I tell you who the murderer is in case you don't win?  I might. Then I'll probably have to tell you the ending of "Water for Elephants," too. And probably "Twilight" if you just can't get enough Edward.

So, if you want to read this book without having to buy it or run to the library, leave me a comment with your email address and you will be entered. For extra entries, grab my button on the sidebar and post it all over your own blog. Wait. I don't have a button and we're trying to keep this little contest small enough that you'd win. 

For good karma, tell me how much you want to be like me when you grow up.

Contest is open to U.S. and Canada residents only. Must have a physical address (not a P.O. Box) or I won't know how to stalk you.

Contest ends April 28th.

**A review copy was provided to me by Valerie at Hatchette Books. She understands the power of books are currency. 

Comments

  1. Kristina P.April 19, 2010 at 7:14 AM

    I am in!

    sands14@juno.com

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  2. Tribute BooksApril 19, 2010 at 11:07 AM

    would love to read this one. Info@tribute-books.com

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  3. June Freaking CleaverApril 19, 2010 at 11:46 AM

    Can I say how much I want to be like you even if I don't want the book?

    This was also made into a movie, it follows the book pretty well (for all of you who want to know 'whodunit' without reading).

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  4. CountessLaurieApril 20, 2010 at 8:36 AM

    I want to be like you when I grow up (wait a minute, I believe I am older than you...but I will play anyway) because you are funny and cute and have it all together and ... alright, if I keep going, your head will swell (and I am still older than you...)

    Thanks!! Sounds fun. And unlike Kristina P, I LOVE EDWARD :-)

    (Hi Kristina P)

    l.moore.j@gmail.com
    (stalk away baby... i need stalkers!)

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  5. Lisa Page RosenbergApril 21, 2010 at 11:11 AM

    And let's all pretend like you'll be getting around to mailing it someday.

    (Some chick in Florida made me write that.)

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  6. BrandyApril 21, 2010 at 3:20 PM

    Would love to read this one! And of course I would lvoe to be like you when I grow up *wink*

    couponmomma2010 at hotmail dot ocm
    http://giveawayblogdom.blogspot.com

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