Win a copy of Private Lives by Emily Edwards in this week's Fabulous book competition terms and conditions
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Open to United Kingdom and Republic of Ireland residents aged 18 or over only, except employees of the Promoter, News Corp UK & Ireland Limited, and their associated, affiliated or subsidiary companies, their families, agents or any other person(s) connected with the competition, including third party promotional partners.
Competition closes at 11.59pm on July 5, 2025 (the 'Closing Date'). Entries received after the Closing Date will not be counted.
One entry per person. Bulk, automatically generated or third party entries are void.
To enter you must click the 'click to enter' link on Private Lives page before the Closing Date.
There will be 10 winners.
The winners will be selected at random from all valid entries for this competition received before the Closing Date.
Winners will be notified by email or phone or using the other contact details provided by the winner within fourteen days after the Closing Date. All reasonable endeavours will be made to contact the winner during the specified time. If a winner cannot be contacted or is not available, the Promoter reserves the right to re-draw another winner from the valid/correct entries that were received before the Closing Date.
The prize is a copy of Private Lives in hardcover, paperback or e-book format, at the discretion of the Promoter.
The prize is non-transferable and there are no cash alternatives to the prize in whole or in part.
The promoter of this competition is News Group Newspapers Ltd (publishers of The Sun) (the 'Promoter').
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