Saturday, January 21, 2017

#FitReaders Weekly Update



I'll be sharing on...
Weekly Wrap hosted by HoHo Runs and MissSippiPiddlin
and linking up with Sunday Fitness and Food Linkup hosted by Ilka from Ilka’s Blog and Angela from Marathons & Motivation


So I managed to meet all my goals this week yay! Ok so yeah, I once again double up a couple runs but you know what I'm ok with doing that as I need to work on long distance.
I've been doing body weight strength training with the Bloglaties videos on Youtube. I always though these were kinda girly aerobic type videos, they are so totally not. I was sore after the triceps and upper body videos. My only grip is the hostess is way to chipper.



January Goals:
Keep up with Marathon training plan: 5/5 doubled up
Strength training once a week: 2/7 this week.
Eat healthier: 7/7 
Walking to Mordor: 38.97 /1779 miles

Here's what I did this week...
1/14/17: Ran 6.86 miles in 49:22 mins
7 mins Bloglaties
1/15/17: Ran 7.09 miles in 51:54 mins
19 mins Bloglaties 
1/16/17: Rest
1/17/17: Ran 5.17 miles in 36:35 mins
1/18/17: Rest 
1/19/17: Rest
1/20/17: 1hr Grocery Shopping


Thursday, January 19, 2017

{Spotlight} Crossing In Time Between Two Evils Book 1 by D. L. Orton


Crossing
In Time
Between
Two Evils Book 1
by
D. L. Orton
Genre:
An Edgy Sci-Fi Love Story

If
someone took everything you live for, how far would you go to get it
back?
When
offered a one-way trip to the past, Iz sacrifices everything for a
chance to change her dystopian future—and see her murdered lover
one last time.
After
a perilous journey through a black hole, she wakes up on a tropical
beach, buck naked and mortally wounded—but twenty years younger!
With only hours to live, she must convince an enraptured but
skeptical twenty-something guy to fix their future relationship and
thereby save the planet (no one is quite sure why.)
But
it's easier said than done, as success means losing him to a brainy,
smart-mouthed bombshell (her younger self), and that's a
heartbreaker, save the world or not.
Across
the infinite expanse of space and time, love endures...
(Unfortunately,
it’s not going to be enough.)




FALL
INTO THIS EDGY, action-packed, darkly comedic, dystopian love story,
and be prepared to encounter a finicky time machine, a mysterious
seashell, and a very clever dog (some sex, some swearing, some
violence, but no vampires and absolutely no ditzes.)



Read the prologue online HERE!

Watch the book trailer on Youtube HERE!



Lost
Time
Between
Two Evils Book 2

If
someone took everything you live for, how far would you go to get it
back?
When
a faulty time machine deposits Diego in a towering evergreen, he
knows he's in the wrong place—but has no idea he's in the wrong
time. Naked and shivering in the chilly mountain air, he attempts to
climb down, but slips, whacks his head on a branch, and falls into
oblivion.
He
wakes up inside a darkened room, crippled and disheartened, and must
come to grips with the realization that he is marooned in a bleak
alternate future. In this universe, what remains of the human race is
trapped inside a handful of aging biodomes. With his mission failed,
his world destroyed, and the one woman he loves, dead, he can find no
reason to go on living.
But
Lani, the emotionally scarred doctor who finds him, refuses to let
him die, and as Diego heals, their relationship becomes...
complicated. He struggles to let go of the past but is unable to get
Isabel out of his head—or his heart. Just when it seems he may be
able to find some measure of happiness in a world teetering on the
edge of extinction...
Another
note arrives from the future: Isabel is alive—but not for long…


Dead
Time
Between
Two Evils Book 3

If
someone took everything you live for, how far would you go to get it
back?
From
award-winning author D. L. ORTON comes book three in the Between Two
Evils series...
Shannon
fights to stay alive inside a rogue biodome and discovers something
totally unexpected... Peter. Lani is forced into the role of the
reluctant heroine but rediscovers her street-kid mojo and sets out to
find everything she's lost. Diego receives another dirty sock (and a
note) from the poorly aimed fireball express: "The window
between universes is closing." If Diego has any hope of getting
back to Iz, he must get to the Magic Kingdom and power up the time
machine before it's too late.
What
could possibly go wrong?
**Releasing
March 16th, 2017!**


AMAZON
#1 BEST-SELLING AUTHOR D. L. ORTON lives in the Rocky Mountains where
she and her husband are raising three boys, a golden retriever, two
Siberian cats, and an extremely long-lived Triops. In her spare time,
she's building a time machine so that someone can go back and do the
laundry.
Ms.
Orton is a graduate of Stanford University's Writers Workshop and a
past editor of "Top of the Western Staircase," a literary
publication of CU, Boulder. The author has a number of short stories
published in online literary magazines, including Literotica,
Melusine, Cosmoetica, The Ranfurly Review, and Catalyst Press. 













{Spotlight} A Ghostly Reunion by Tonya Kappes


A Ghostly Reunion by Tonya Kappes
A Ghostly Reunion
Genre:Cozy Mystery, Paranormal
Published by: HarperCollins / Witness
Number of Pages: 352
ISBN: 006246695X (ISBN13: 9780062466952)
Series: Ghostly Southern Mysteries #5
Purchase Links: Amazon  | Barnes & Noble  | Goodreads 

Proprietor of the Eternal Slumber Funeral Home, Emma Lee can see, hear, and talk to ghosts of murdered folks. And when her high school nemesis is found dead, Jade Lee Peel is the same old mean girl—trying to come between Emma Lee and her hot boyfriend, Sheriff Jack Henry Ross, all over again.
There’s only one way for Emma Lee to be free of the trash-talking ghost—solve the murder so the former prom queen can cross over.
But the last thing Jade Lee wants is to leave the town where she had her glory days. And the more Emma Lee investigates on her own, the more complicated Miss Popularity turns out to be. Now Emma Lee will have to work extra closely with her hunky lawman to get to the twisty truth.



Read an excerpt:

Sexy isn’t a firm fanny in a thong, ladies.”

Hettie Bell didn’t seem so sexy in her hot pink leggings and matching top as she gasped for breath in her downward dog position in the middle of Sleepy Hollow, Kentucky. Her butt stuck straight up in the air, right there on display for everyone to see. Her black, chin-length bob was falling out of the small ponytail on both sides and her bangs hung down in her eyes.

“Sexy is confidence and self-acceptance. It’s exactly what yoga provides.”

Hettie Bell curled up on her tiptoes with her palms planted on one of the mats she provided for us. The rickety old floor of the gazebo, in the middle of the town square, groaned as we all tried to mimic her pose. “Yes!” Beulah Paige Bellefry hollered out like we were in the first pew of the Sleepy Hollow Baptist Church getting a good Bible beating from Pastor Brown himself.

“Amen to a good pose!”

Beulah continued to adjust her feet and hands each time she started to slip. If she wasn’t a bit overweight, I’d say it was her eighties silk sweat suit that was slicker than cat’s guts giving her problems. Or it could’ve been those pearls around her wrist, neck and ears weighing her down. Beulah never took off those pearls. She said pearls were a staple for a Southern gal.

“You said it, sister,” Mary Anna Hardy gasped. She teetered side to side, nearly knocking into Granny. Her sweat left streaks down her makeup. Who on earth got up this early and put makeup on to do yoga? Mary Anna Hardy, that’s who.

“God help us!”

“That’s it.”

I pushed back off my heels and crossed my legs, staring at all the Auxiliary women’s derrieres at my eye level.

“I’m here to do some relaxing, not Sunday school.”

Sleepy Hollow was smack-dab in the middle of the Bible Belt and if God wasn’t thrown in our conversations, then we weren’t breathing. But the last thing I wanted to think about was my butt stuck up to the high heavens and everyone up in the Great Beyond looking down upon me.


Author Bio:

Tonya KappesTonya Kappes has written more than fifteen novels and four novellas, all of which have graced numerous bestseller lists including USA Today. Best known for stories charged with emotion and humor and filled with flawed characters, her novels have garnered reader praise and glowing critical reviews. She lives with her husband, two very spoiled schnauzers, and one ex-stray cat in northern Kentucky. Now that her boys are teenagers, Tonya writes full-time but can be found at all of her guys’ high school games with a pencil and paper in hand.



Catch Up with Tonya Kappes on her Website , Twitter , & Facebook 


Giveaway:

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Wednesday, January 18, 2017

{Book Review} A Ghostly Reunion (Ghostly Southern Mysteries #5) by Tonya Kappes

A Ghostly Reunion (Ghostly Southern Mysteries #5)
by Tonya Kappes
Publisher: Witness
Release: December 27th 2016
Genre: Fiction- Adult:  Paranormal, Cozy Mystery
How I got it: Received a copy via the publisher

Emma Lee Raines sees dead people

Proprietor of the Eternal Slumber Funeral Home, Emma Lee can see, hear, and talk to ghosts of murdered folks. And when her high school nemesis is found dead, Jade Lee Peel is the same old mean girl—trying to come between Emma Lee and her hot boyfriend, Sheriff Jack Henry Ross, all over again.

There’s only one way for Emma Lee to be free of the trash-talking ghost—solve the murder so the former prom queen can cross over.

But the last thing Jade Lee wants is to leave the town where she had her glory days. And the more Emma Lee investigates on her own, the more complicated Miss Popularity turns out to be. Now Emma Lee will have to work extra closely with her hunky lawman to get to the twisty truth.

Review:  Emma Lee is once again on the hunt for a murder. Roped into planned her high school reunion, Emma Lee has to face some ghost from her past. When her old high school nemesis is murdered and returns as a Betweener client Emma Lee has her hands full. With the help of her hunky sheriff boyfriend and a whole quirky town. Emma Lee must lay Jade to rest.
This was a fun and interesting read. I enjoyed the mystery aspect  and the wonderful twist. Ms Kappes did a great job pulling you into the plot and keeping you reading. She did a excellent job mixing mystery, romance, and a bit of humor. I can't wait for the next book in this amazing series.



{Review} Ghost Legend Pre Workout

Disclaimer: I received a sample as part of my JackedPack to review for free.  As always, all opinions are my own.

So I received the Fruit Punch Ghost Legend in my December JackedPack  and the Blue Raspberry in a previous one but I figured I just do a twofer. The fruit punch one tasted like Hawaiian Punch but with a mediciny after taste.


I liked the blue raspberry one, it was like blue raspberry pixie-stixs, and didn't have the after taste. Both mixed very well with no sediment floating around.
I didn't get a rush from this but I know it kicked in as I got that tell-tale tingle in my face which moved to my hands. It drove me nuts during my run. I got in a decent workout, but didn't feel any extra pump. There was no crash after, which is always good though. Over all ok, but I'd look elsewhere for extra energy.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

{Spotlight} Beyond Every Mirror Anachronistic Dimensions Book 1 by Christine Church


Beyond
Every Mirror
Anachronistic
Dimensions Book 1
by
Christine Church
Genre:
Paranormal Romance, Fantasy

His
death is the only thing that can save the life of the woman he loves.

Diana
Gabaldon meets Anne Rice in this fast-paced time dimension paranormal
romance that will blow your mind.



Beside
his own image, Dane Bainbridge sees another; a ginger haired
beauty--behind her, red mountains and clouds as if from another
world. He's seen her his entire life, a life filled with glamour and
fame... and loneliness. For the woman in the mirror is his one true
love. But, this he does not know, not until he is dragged into her
world--one of beasts and lands beyond imagination. One where his
sacrifice is the only thing keeping her and the world in which she
resides alive.

Once
they are together, he remembers it all, and that knowledge means his
doom for all eternity. But if he escapes her world, she will perish
as will all others behind the looking glass. He is the key that keeps
her alive, and she is the key that gives him hope. Can they break the
curse that keeps them separated by torture and death? Can they escape
together from a world that exists beyond every mirror?





December

20, 2014

He

remained perfectly still as the chains were wrapped around his body. 
The metal cooled the heated flesh of his bare chest. All around him
echoed a cacophony of screams, bellows and stomping of feet that
almost crushed him beneath its weight. The air tightened with the
chains and a rush of collective exhilaration and nervousness swirled
through his senses. He glanced quickly at the red-faced, muscular
man standing beside him, who finished fastening the chains and
stepped away.

He closed his eyes and drew

a deep breath. And then he waited, anxiety pounding in his breast.
The air was thick with heat and sweat and smoke, but he'd grown
accustomed to it through the years, as with the rest of the ritual.
The one thing he could never get used to, however, was the flip-flop
in the pit of his stomach that occurred as the platform he stood on
slowly lifted into the air, revealing him to the anxiously awaiting
crowd that crushed nearer. Starving animals before a feast. He
looked straight out, refused to look down, lest the vertigo take him.
How he hated heights.

He listened for the eerie

orchestration of strings and organ that marked the beginning of his
leisurely descent back to earth. The notes began with a rhythmic
resonance that was almost conquered by impatient bellows that quickly
turned to a roar of frenzied excitement. As the platform lowered, a
muzzy sensation circled Dane’s mind and his throat felt as though
his stomach had been hoisted up into it.

He held his breath in

anticipation.

An amplified voice echoed

over the din. “Ladies and Gentlemen. Through the misty storm they
come. Battles rage and blood is spilled and tonight you will feel…the
rage of the... Dark Myst!”
The
crescendo of notes rose with the screams and soon the vast crowd,
shrouded in the mist of machine smoke and lighting from the trusses
above, came into view. The platform touched the stage simultaneously
with a deafening blast of canon fire, blinding light and searing heat
from the pyrotechnics.

Dane thrust his arms outward

in an ostentatious display of feigned strength and released his long
held breath as the chains fell free of his body. As he leaped
forward the crowd crushed against the stage, nearly 20,000 screaming
fans all at once a serried mass swarming towards him.

Tingles of excitement clawed

at his spine, a feeling that never waned with the years. He ran to
the front of the stage and grabbed up the microphone as Bruce struck
the first hard note on his Strat. The music pounded out its heavy
rhythm and the audience's cries warred with its volume. Sharp beams
of laser light cut a zigzag through the haze. Dane twirled around and
his heart jumped.
Oh what fresh hell!
He was staring at himself!

The stage had been set up

like a room in a lover's palace; giant mirrors everywhere—behind,
to the sides, even above, stretching as high as the trusses. Due to
a severe snow squall the truck carrying an important part of the
band’s stage set had gone off the road and gotten stuck. No one was
injured, but the set had not arrived in time to be set up in the
sold-out Target Center. Someone had decided the light show would
look better reflected. Dane, however, was aghast. Not only was their
stage set designed to coincide with most of their songs, but the
effects of the colored lights continuously bouncing from mirror to
mirror would inevitably result in the whole band plagued with a
throbbing headache by concert’s end.

Their manager had to have

approved this—someone had to have approved it. No one had told
Dane! The mirrors must have been erected last moment. Everyone
associated with the band knew how Dane hated mirrors. But now, no
matter which direction he turned, he saw himself in his black costume
and ragged-edged cloak; which portrayed him as the yin to the band's
yang. They were the mist, and he the dark storm.

To keep his attention from

the mirrors, Dane fixed his gaze on the audience and the speckled
glow from thousands of cell phone flashes, resembling a sparkling
star-filled evening that stretched out before him. But he knew he
would eventually have to turn around.
By the third song it became
maddening, not able to dance around as he normally would for fear of
what might be hidden in those mirrors. But, thankfully, half way
through the song he spotted one of the girls he'd met the last time
he was in town. At last, something to keep his mind and eyes busy. 
In the front row she stood, arms raised toward him. The bulldozing
horde had her pressed against the stage, long auburn hair flittering
about as she bobbed her head to the beat of the music. He smiled in
her direction, despite his sudden dread at remembering the promise
he'd made to her the year before. A promise—ashamedly—he had no
intention of keeping.

He had never seen her before

that night a year ago, so she hadn’t been a regular. Conquering
new territory was always fun. She’d displayed the looks normally
reserved by the group of girls who always seem to know just how to be
chosen above others and handed backstage passes. This one, however,
had taken a different approach. She had approached him on the floor
of his hotel as he made his way to his room. Fortunately he had been
alone—a rarity. He had invited her in. Ample breasts and a nice
round bottom offset by a perfectly slender waist. Dane knew he would
be having a good time that night.

She had wanted too much,

however, a commitment he couldn't give. Teasing him and denying him
her favors until he'd made the vow. What else was there to do? And so
he had said exactly what she wanted to hear. And, as naïve as she
was, she had believed him. He couldn’t, after all, say no. Not when
she lay there in his hotel bed displaying all her luscious charms.
But he couldn't keep his promise, either. There were plenty of women
in countless towns, women the band’s crew knew were his type. Women
who would be offered passes just so he could meet them, drink with
them, bed them. And there would be more waiting in the next town
after that.

Now, a pass with the name of

a local radio as sponsor dangled around her neck. So, she had won
backstage passes this time. There would be no avoiding her tonight.
What would he say to her? He could not even recall her name. As her
fiery glare burned through him, he absentmindedly turned away,
catching Bruce’s smug grin as he looked from the girl to Dane. He
mouthed the words “there she is,” as he switched guitars with an
assistant for the next set of songs.

Dane smirked, shook his head

at his friend, then strutted to the other side of the stage as the
next song began—one of the band’s trademark tunes that he wrote
about a medieval land of lords and knights. He wielded a sword, one
of many from his collection, and proceeded to dance around in
choreographed mock swordplay as the hired orchestra played their bit.

At this point, his

disappointment surged that the integral element of their regular
stage set had not arrived. The video wall depiction of a castle and
rolling green hills was installed. However, mirrors now replaced the
large faux-stone steps that were to lead to the balcony above the
stage, giving Dane the appearance of riding atop one of two red-eyed
dragons that should, at that moment, be gazing menacingly down at the
crowd, smoke, laser and fire effects erupting from the eyes and
fanged mouths. Those that came for the show would be fervently
disappointed.

During Bruce’s brief

guitar solo near mid-song, Dane closed his eyes for a moment and
raised the sword high, drawing in the deep odor of sweat and heat.
Machine-created fog crept along the stage and curled around his feet
like a chill mist in a graveyard. The lights were so dim he could
scarce see even the front row of the audience as the laser lights
sliced through the stadium and across his body like sharp-edged
blades.

In accordance with his

routine, and without second thought, he twirled around—and was
suddenly staring right into one of the tall mirrors that littered the
stage. The lights brightened. His craggy-hemmed cloak billowed as
he spun from the ghastly reflection of his own sweat-soaked face only
to catch the same image in the mirror beside that one. His gut
wrenched and he tried to turn away, back to the front of the stage,
back to the audience. But he froze as movement caught his eye and
when he turned his head, she was there—the “Mirror Lady.” His
illusion. His own delusion.

Onstage.

As real to him
as his own reflection.



No!
Not here!

Her thigh-length ginger hair

was loose, rather than pulled back in the usual braid. The shining
tresses poured over her shoulders like a rushing waterfall and
cascaded down a beautiful gown of burgundy velvet that hugged her
slim form. The tears in her golden eyes told a tale of sadness that
wrenched at his heart, and he felt himself take an involuntary step
forward. More familiar to him than Martha or Lance or Sir Kori, the
sight of the “Mirror Lady” twisted his gut, a tornado rampaging
through him, a tangled enrapture of perplexity and fear, love and
pain—as if he had known her for more years than his life was long.
And that familiarity drove him somewhere beyond her presence in some
glass. 
His dilemma with the redhead in the front row
disappeared. The girls he’d met in the past or would meet in the
future no longer mattered. It was this stranger, this illusion. She
alone meant everything—and she scared the hell out of him. But
deeper than fear lie an unbearable urge to leap into the mirror and
gather her into his arms.

Protective impulses tugged

at him relentlessly and he was suddenly frightened not of her but for
her. Terror seized his heart, and refused to let go, pounding through
him harder than the music that continued to fill the stadium,
confusing him profoundly. Passionate emotions thrashed at his brain
and his head ached with the need to bring them to the surface. But
he couldn’t. A mental barrier walled off the needs screaming for
release. Why couldn’t he just go to her; feel for her the love
he’d been missing his entire life? 
Behind him, the glass’
surface reflected a flurry of activity; lambent light bounced from
one mirror to the next, heightening the pain in his head. The small
section of audience visible moved and swayed, their images like
dancing ghosts in the dark mist of the stadium. Stephan’s long
strawberry hair swayed as he bobbed his head up and down while he
plucked away at his bass. He hadn’t seen her. At the time Dane
didn’t think anyone else saw her, but her form was as solid in the
mirror as was his own, as she had been in every mirror throughout his
life.

Concentration became

impossible. He faltered, his voice cracked and he missed the chorus
altogether. Familiar with the music, the mistake must have been quite
obvious to the crowd. But he couldn't turn from that damn mirror.

Dane tried to force his mind

back to the song when a searing bolt of pain sliced through his head.
The clank of the sword and the microphone sounded loud to his ears,
even above the music, as they dropped from his hands and crashed to
the stage. Feedback screeched from the monitors and the music
stopped. The burden of emotion and conflict pressed him downward and,
like Alice, he found himself falling. Down. Down. The spotlights
swirled like shooting stars and agony screamed through his shoulder
as he hit the hard stage floor.
The fog consumed him.

The

stadium went dead silent. Bruce and Stephan rushed towards him.
Adrian leapt from behind his drums. Road crew members and strangers
circled above. The audience pressed closer to the stage, security
guards frantically tried to hold them back. Their lips moved, their
hands pounded the stage. He saw them all, yet he heard nothing. And
then he was forced into a vacuum of darkness.



Christine
Church has been writing since she was 9 years old. As a kid, she
wrote and drew her own picture books, then moved on to short stories
as a teen. By her 20's, she was writing full-length novels, but her
first success in publication was a nonfiction book about the care of
indoor cats, Housecat, published by Howell Book House in 1998.
Several more nonfiction books followed, including the major award
winning book, Indoor Cats (TFH publications), which won the Iams
Responsible Cat Ownership in 2001. After a broken hand, she took a
hiatus from writing for quite some time, then returned to find
everything had changed and her world turned upside down. She decided
then to take a stab at self publishing. Her first novella, Sands of
Time, Fate of the True Vampires won Finalist status in the 2016 Next
Generation Indie Book Awards. Her second book, as well as Beyond
Every Mirror, have won five-star status on Reader's favorite.


















{Spotlight} Never Say Die: Stories of The Zombie Apocalypse by Stevie Kopas


Never
Say Die
:
Stories
of The Zombie Apocalypse
by
Stevie Kopas
Genre:
Dystopian, SciFi, Fantasy, Thriller, Horror

Family,
friends, lovers…
Those
are just a few examples of the strong bonds that hold humanity
together. But when the dead begin living, and the living start to
die, who will remain connected, and who will be torn apart?
Never
Say Die: Stories of The Zombie Apocalypse, explores how different
relationships are put to the ultimate test when the end of the world
comes crashing down around them.
Some
will live, some will die, but one thing is for certain: Some bonds
don’t break.
Jack:
Years after the zombie outbreak decimates the population, Jack’s
sister is mysteriously taken. Will he be able to find his sister, or
better yet, once he finds her, will he be able to accept what she has
become?
Gordon
and Elena:
The morning of an estranged couple’s divorce is
about to get a lot more stressful when a mysterious illness turns out
to be more dangerous than anyone expected. Will the two be able to
set their differences aside before their journey’s end?
Patient
63:
After a terrorist attack, civilization crumbles when a
lab-created virus infects over half the world’s population. Dr.
Henrick Kennedy has found the vaccine in his sixty-third patient, a
former infected, but his intentions are anything but good. Graham, a
lonely janitor, has fallen in love with the imprisoned Patient 63.
But is love enough to save the world, or will love be the means to
its end all over again? (Previously released in At Hell’s Gates,
Volume 2: Origins of Evil)
Rosie:
A little girl is given a vaccine to protect her from the impending
zombie apocalypse, but when things don’t go as planned, Rosie and
her mom must find a way to escape their home and make it to the
evacuation zone alive. The human race may depend on it.
Trevor:
A troubled young man makes the decision to end his life, but when the
dead come back to life and his city is overrun, Trevor has suddenly
found the will to live again, only this time he realizes he has a
found a new purpose in life: Revenge.


Stevie
Kopas was born and raised in Perth Amboy, New Jersey. She is a gamer,
a writer and an apocalypse enthusiast. Stevie will never turn down a
good cup of coffee and might even be a bit of a caffeine addict.
Stevie
is the author of The Breadwinner Trilogy. Books 1 and 2, The
Breadwinner and Haven were originally self-published in 2013 and
2014. The Breadwinner Trilogy was picked up by Permuted Press in May
of 2014 and the second editions of both the first books were released
in March and April of 2015. The third and final installment in The
Breadwinner Trilogy, All Good Things, debuted in May of 2015. In June
of 2015 The Breadwinner was the number one bestselling dystopian
novel on Amazon.
Her
fourth book, Never Say Die: Stories of The Zombie Apocalypse, was
released in May 2016.
Kopas
also participates in the At Hell's Gates horror anthologies and all
profits are donated to the Intrepid Fallen Heroes Fund. Her short
stories, Nefarious, Patient 63, and Spencer Family Tradition can be
found in the first three volumes of At Hell's Gates.
She
currently resides in Panama City Beach, Florida and tries to spend as
much time as she can soaking up the sun.
Stevie
is also the Managing Editor of the website Horror Metal Sounds and a
writer for the site. Offline, Stevie is a telecommunications
professional.











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