Saturday, June 3, 2017

Beach Reads Giveaway HOP

For the very first time, I am actually going to the beach this year! (The one in Jordan doesn't count because it was dirty and I couldn't walk around barefoot). Because of that, when I saw this HOP, I knew I had to take part in order to celebrate.

To one lucky winner, I am giving away the choice of either Betting on Hope or an ARC of Grace and the Preacher. The giveaway is US only and the winner will have 24 hours to respond once their name has been drawn or a new winner will be chosen.

Have a great summer!

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  1. My best beach memory is spending time with my husband in Aruba. Beautiful beaches and people. Thank you

  2. My best beach memory was going to the beach during the 4 of July Fireworks when we lived close to the beach. You would stay there all day and night!!!

  3. My beach memories are going to Santa Cruz many summers with my family!!

  4. Finding little fish that hide within floating pieces of seaweed.

  5. My best beach memory was riding a surrey bike with my family at VA Beach over spring break. We made it about 1/2 mile before we gave up. Ha!

    1. Riding a bike on the beach does sound difficult.

  6. My best beach memory was when I was a teen and spent a week with my grandmother in Florida. She lived on the gulf side...and we would go each morning and look for sharks teeth that washed up on shore. Oh I had so much fun...such beautiful memories!

  7. The best beach memory for me was the first time I took both of my kids to the beach, the smiles on their faces were priceless and they had a blast.

  8. Visiting Florida for the first time and going to the beach.


  9. My best beach memory is of my husband and I just laying out and enjoying the water. And lots of white sand.
    Theresa N

  10. My best beach memory? How to choose! I grew up in Daytona Beach, lived there for almost twenty years. It was a lot of fun walking with my Mom at the high tide line looking for shells & sea beans in the washed up seaweed after a storm, popping dried out man-o-wars with my brothers while our Dad fished for mullet in the surf down at the inlet, cruising the beach in my car at spring break looking at all the sunburned college kids. Those were the days!