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Come here.

Let me tell you a story.

A sad story of loss.

Move closer.

Watch the letters.

A message from the dead.

Soon you will be one too.

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READY, SET, GO

 

 

We’re moving faster.

We’re getting closer.

It waits

Patiently.

We can’t stop.

We have no control.

When the time comes,

We must be ready.

REVIEW OF THE DEAD GAME

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REVIEW ON THE EXAMINER BY RHONDA CRATTY  
We know we can rouse our children’s interests in reading with intriguing age-appropriate mystery books. Reading mysteries makes your child’s imagination run wild. In place of having all the characters and facts presented to them, mystery books allow children to imagine what the characters look like – to imagine places and events, and put together pieces of the puzzle as the mystery unfolds in detail. While your little one is reading their books,-you deserve a book full of suspense, lots of twists and turns that have you practically bouncing on the couch.

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist might be just the mystery book for parents.

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist is a mysterious supernatural thriller with plenty of twists and turns that is well-written and keeps you turning the page. From the first page you start a wild ride and just when you think all is well, she throws in another twist.

The story begins as Linda moves to a small town to open a bookstore and makes new friends. She finds the town of Oasis is filled with picturesque streets, and sunny white-sand beaches. Life in Oasis is a paradise- until the dead body washes up on shore.

Linda learns that dead bodies and disappearing tourists are common for this town. As soon as the sun sets, the residents are stalked by dark shadows. Is it ghosts, werewolves, vampires or some crazy murderer playing some terrible games? Linda, her friends and shop owners decide to take it upon themselves to find out what is happening in their town and that’s when the scary stuff starts to happen.

Invited to the “End House” for a party, Linda and her friends are pursued through revolving rooms, terrifying illusions and dangerous traps. Escaping with their lives comes with a price as two of their friends remain trapped in the house.

THE DEAD GAME has begun as they start their unnatural journey, will there be an end to this game? Or is this just the beginning? THE DEAD GAME http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP

-R.R.Cratty

Learning at home by Rhonda Cratty is a parent resource, filled with ideas to help children become the best they can be. Daily activities for family fun that make subjects become more than pencil and paper, moving learning into everyday life. Learning at home can be purchased in print or eBook form through http://www.amazon.com/dp/1494917203

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Quirky Questions with Susanne Leist

 

The Dead Game by [Leist, Susanne]

 

I asked quirky questions of Susanne Leist! But first, the book: https://www.amazon.com/Dead-Game-Susanne-Leist-ebook/dp/B00F3IWF70/ref=sr_1_fkmrnull_1?keywords=susanne+leist&qid=1550156125&s=gateway&sr=8-1-fkmrnull

And the links:

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7336492.Susanne_Leist

Twitter: @SusanneLeist

https://www.facebook.com/AuthorSusanneLeist/

https://susanneleist.wordpress.com/

https://susanneleist.blogspot.com

http://thedeadgameblog.tumblr.com/

https://www.susanneleist.com

Now some questions!

Good day, Susanne! How did you meet your best friend? (Animals count here!)

I walked into Shake A Paw with my older daughter, Stephanie. At the time, she was searching for a summer job. The store wasn’t hiring, but of course, we checked out the puppies. The bin of Maltese puppies drew our eyes. They were white fluff balls of fur. We bent over to pet them, and one came to us right away. He was larger than the others because he was two months older. He had hernia surgery. His black marbles for eyes were huge as he stared into mine. I knew I had to have him. We resisted bringing him home with us. I called my husband and told him about the puppy. He said he didn’t want a dog, but we can go back to look at him with my younger daughter. I took it as a sign that he caved. 

We returned with my daughter, Ashley. She loved him. We decided he would be her Sweet Sixteen present. We paid for him, loads of supplies, and a cage.

In the evening, my husband came home and was surprised to see Nounous. The name was my daughter’s idea. It’s French for a teddy bear. Another long story. He threatened to throw him to the street. But now he loves Nounous as much as we do.

Nounous is my best friend. He follows me everywhere, sits with me while I write, and sleeps beside me. You can’t ask for a better best friend.

Aw, I love fluff ball stories! What is something you’ve always wanted to try but have been too scared to?

I know this one. I’ve always wanted to write. After I finished graduate school, I had an interview with Standard & Poor for a position involving financial commentary. There would be a test with typing. At that time, I typed slow. I was afraid I couldn’t type fast enough to keep up with the other entrants. I didn’t apply for the job. I regretted it. Twenty years later, I discovered that I love to write and typing improves through practice. If only I had known.

And now you’ve written a book! Congratulations! In your opinion, what is the best Disney animated movie?

I have always loved Cinderella. A love story where a girl rises above bad conditions in life to find lasting love. I’m a romantic at heart.

Bibadee bobadee boo! On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

This is a loaded question for me. My mother was blind with a rare disease. She became blind by the time I was born. When I was young, I didn’t know her blindness was recessive. I feared that one day I would also lose my sight. In later years, I learned that her parents were first cousins and passed the gene to her. Even though I know I won’t go blind, the dark terrifies me, which is strange since I write vampire suspense. 

Perhaps the writing is therapeutic to your fears? Favorite age you’ve been so far?

At twenty-two, I graduated from college and was excited to begin my career. It was a year before my brother was in a car accident. The next two years, he spent in a coma before passing away. So, life was still good for me that year.

I’m so sorry for your loss! Thank you for sharing with us! What animal-person are you?

I used to be a cat-person when I had cats. Now I’m a dog lover. We have a dwarf bunny, and I love Thumper. I’m an animal person, who loves all animals.

So on that note, answer me this: Never trust a person who doesn’t like…

Don’t trust a person who doesn’t like animals.

Agreed! Thank you, Susanne, for letting some of the quirky out! Support Susanne by buying, reading, and reviewing! And if you love fluff ball stories, too, come back next week for another quirky interview!

Happy reading! 🙂

Quirky Questions with Susanne Leist

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY from THE DEAD!!!!!

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HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY from THE DEAD!!!!!

 

Sweet like candy.

I want you handy.

Lie next to me at night.

Succumb without a fight.

A vampire’s delight.

Please be my guiding light.

🌺THE DEAD GAME 🌺

LOVE ME

 

 

“Love me,”

the sign calls in the night.

“Come inside,”

the open door suggests.

“Pull up a chair,”

the seat shifts to the side.

I sit and wait.

Soft strains of music

waft through the room.

The door to the kitchen opens.

“Hello, my darling,”

the man says with a wink.

My mouth drops open.

He walks closer.

The music quickens its pace.

“What is this?”

I ask.

Handsome in a suit and tie,

he drops onto one knee.

In his right hand, a black box.

My hands cover my mouth.

He offers the box.

I take it with trembling fingers.

Inside, sits a diamond ring.

I stare into my love’s eyes.

He quirks an eyebrow.

I nod my head.

No words are needed.

He places the ring on my finger.

I’m in his arms.

Where I will remain

for the rest of my life.

ARE WE ALONE?

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Carl Gustav Carus (1789-1869) – Faust’s Dream

 

 

ARE WE ALONE?

 

Friends and family.

Are they with us?

I can feel them.

A thickness in the air.

A soft touch.

A slight breeze.

Is my brother gone,

Or is he still with me?

I feel him beside me.

He chuckles at my blunders.

Laughs at my jokes.

Cries when I’m hurt.

He is with me.

Always.

Forever.