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I have always loved to read. I grew up with Agatha Christie, Alistair Maclean and many other authors who filled my imagination with intrigue and mystery. The TV show, Murder She Wrote, kept me entertained when I was not reading late into the night.
Over the years, my taste in books has expanded to include the supernatural and paranormal genres as reflected in my selection of shows, such as Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries, and The Originals.

My first book, The Dead Game, is a paranormal suspense/mystery. It brings fantasy and the surreal to the simple murder mystery. It has dead bodies and suspects. However, it also has vampires, vampire derivatives, and a touch of romance to spice up the mix.



The Dead Game by Susanne Leist


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Title: The Dead Game

Author: Susanne Leist


The Book Fair is coming to the town of Oasis on the northern coast of Florida. A dead body washes ashore. The police search through the sand for clues. Where is Agatha Christie when you need her? Linda and her friends are afraid. Deaths and disappearances are happening too often in their town. Will they figure out who is controlling their small town? Who is playing the evil game, The Dead Game?


I’m a mystery lover. And so is my protagonist, Linda Bennett. She opens a bookstore in Oasis, hoping for fantasy and romance. Instead, she finds herself living in a town filled with dark secrets. The forest behind town wakes up at night with parties and strange guests. Are the estate residents responsible for the deaths and disappearances in town? Only The Dead know.


The Dead Game is the first book in a trilogy. You can read it as a stand-alone or continue with the story when book two is released in 2017.


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Not just for Vampire Lovers – this book is for everyone


ByPankaj Varma

 on April 2, 2015


Format: Kindle EditionVerified Purchase


Susanne Leist has a masterpiece in her very first book. This book has everything – mystery, suspense, romance, thrills by the minute, an idyllic setting, a vast character set who are all under the reader’s suspicion. A deftly written story that catches you by the throat and keeps you glued till the very last word. I strongly recommend this book.







This is the only reviewer who mentioned the door in The Dead Game. The door plays an important role in the book. A role as important as End House. Thank you Deepak Menon for understanding my book and for understanding me.

5.0 out of 5 stars The Dead Game is not dead! 5 Stars for originality and excellent twining of threads of many kinds into a wondrous storyline, January 29, 2015
Deepak Menon (New Delhi, India) – See all my reviews
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This review is from: The Dead Game (Kindle Edition)
The Dead Game by Susanne Leist is not dead! In fact the game is so alive as to cause the reader to really look at himself in the mirror and decide if he is alive. A compelling narrative about the town of Oasis, with multifarious intertwined threads of suspense, horrific events and breathtaking events of unimaginably strange going-ons make this book an adventure for the reader. The format is great, the cover is a closed door indicative of the need to discover what it behind it and the doors of the “End House” of the town of Oasis, once opened are the settings where the party begins for a group of invitees, who have no idea why they have been invited to that party starting 8 PM by the owners whom they have never seen. ! Interested? Well I recommend this book for every person who believes that “every thing is not always what it seems to be” through our lives, and can reflect upon the truth of the old adage “Curiosity killed the cat”. And this book is not about cats – it is about the life and two legged people called Humans and some …. er …. others. Get your copy now!



I just received this review on Amazon. I love it when someone enjoyed reading my book.
I wish I could meet them and hug them. But I don’t even know who they are.
Whoever you are, thank you with all my heart.
5.0 out of 5 stars Spine-tingling suspense!, May 5, 2014
This review is from: The Dead Game (Kindle Edition)
Susanne Leist’s debut novel, The Dead Game, has everything a supernatural thriller SHOULD have. Her story is crammed with ominous suspense that hits you right off the bat and keeps you guessing right until the very end. From the sinister End House that makes your blood curdle to the creepy and anti-social town’s inhabitants, it makes you devour page after page desperately attempting to figure it all out and just when you think you have, you’re hurled through another twist. Highly entertaining with mystery, suspense, romance and vampires!



Chapter 21

The night of the party has arrived. The guests are getting ready with mixed feelings. Most are afraid of what they might find at End House.

Friday evening is already here, thought Todd in dismay. He was dressed in a tuxedo, standing at Linda’s doorstep before 8:30, before she had a chance to leave on her own for the party.
At his knock, Shana opened the front door. She was dressed in a low-cut gown with her auburn hair falling in ringlets on her exposed shoulders. The dark-green gown had tiers of green lace flowing from her small waist all the way down to the pointy tips of her high heels. She had taken giant steps forward from her usual earthy appearance, Todd noted, as his eyes slowly roamed up and down her shapely body. His good friend Sam was in deep trouble.
Still deep in thought, he heard someone clear her throat. Once he saw the vision stepping out from behind Shana, he understood that he was the one in big trouble.
Linda was dressed in a white gown that sparkled and flowed with her body, hugging all her curves in the right places. The neckline of her gown was cut so daringly low that it gave the illusion of ending at her stomach. She wore high heeled white sandals that brought her petite frame closer to his 6’4” height. Her dark hair was swept up in a bun with a few wisps of loose hair framing her heart-shaped face. Linda always took his breath away, but tonight he was lost in her bright blue eyes—that were, unfortunately, glaring back at him.
In a desperate attempt to win back her favor, he said, “No one looks as beautiful as you do tonight.”
“What about Shana? She is standing right beside you.” She responded.
“Of course, Shana always looks beautiful.” Todd hurried on to explain his unexpected presence at their front doorstep. “I’m here to drive everyone to the party.”
“Great! You can be Shirley’s date!” said Linda, her eyes twinkling with suppressed mirth.
He understood that she was attempting to distract him
from her earlier display of jealousy, so he went along with her charade, smiling at her small jab at him.
Meanwhile, Shana burst out laughing. “Come on! We must pick up your date while she’s still alive! You know about old folks…you don’t know how long they have left.”
“Very funny, Shana…I’m about the same age as you,” responded Todd.
“Yeah, but you move much slower.” Shana then walked out the front door.



At closing time, Todd arrived to walk Linda home. He didn’t like the way she was sitting at the counter all alone, just staring into space. Sitting on the stool beside her, he placed his arm around her shoulder.
“I just spoke with Sam. Finally, we have some news!” he said, trying to cheer her up. “He’s uncovered new information about the dead woman on the beach. It turns out that she was a private investigator who was hired by the family of the girl who disappeared last year. Other girls have disappeared over the years. Unfortunately, people are going to want answers, and if we don’t find any soon, the whole town will be under investigation.” Well, that last bit of information took care of any cheering up. But he did want to keep her updated on the severity of their situation.
“What do you know about these disappearances?”asked Linda.
He was startled by her question. “Are you suspicious of me?” Was it possible that she was now thinking that he was the one responsible for all the disturbing events in town? Maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned the disappearances.
“No! Of course not! I just wanted to know what you thought about these….”
“I don’t know what’s going on, but I intend to find some answers at the party Diane is throwing Friday night.”
“Could you take me to the party?”
“I’m going with Sam…I don’t want to have to worry about you.”
“The sheriff could take Shana—it would be a great cover for the two of you.”
“We’ll see.” He didn’t want her anywhere near Diane’s meeting.



Linda was eating breakfast with Todd the next morning. She asked him, “Would you like to join Shana and me when we visit Charles Wolf?”
“Why on earth would you visit him? I don’t think it’s safe for you to go there!” said Todd, his dark eyes flashing at her.
“Don’t be angry…that’s why we’re asking you to come along with us. His name came up when we’d conducted a search of End House on the internet. He sits on the Board of Directors of a holding company that owns the house.”
”I’ve never liked or trusted Wolf, but I’ll come with you. Never go anywhere like that without me! Promise me!”
“I promise. Can we go right after breakfast and bring Shana with us?”
“Of course, I’ll do whatever you want; just as long that I know that you’re safe. Sam won’t be able to join us today, but I’ll inform him later of our visit.”
When he looked at her with those big brown eyes, all she wanted was to be in his arms, safe and sound. But for some unknown reason, he was determined to keep her at arm’s length. They never discussed anything personal—that is, outside of End House or Oasis. But he seemed to care about her…and worry about her. When she got up from the table, she felt his eyes on her…following her…silently watching her.



Come inside and visit.<br /> The door is open for you.<br /> The Dead are waiting for you.

Come inside and visit.

The door is open for you.

The Dead are waiting for you.


What is happening inside the gazebo?<br /> It is the dead of night in Oasis, Florida.<br /> Mingled with the sounds of the howling wind<br /> are sounds of chanting.<br /> These sounds grow louder<br /> as we step closer to the gazebo.<br /> What is inside the gazebo?<br /> Candles are lit in a circle, their<br /> lights unwavering in the growing wind.<br /> And in the middle of the circle, there is<br /> a body dangling from a noose.<br /> Dark figures are circling the body<br /> and chanting in a foreign language.<br /> The Dead Game has begun.</p> <p>

What is happening inside the gazebo?

It is the dead of night in Oasis, Florida.

Mingled with the sounds of the howling wind

are sounds of chanting.

These sounds grow louder

as we step closer to the gazebo.

What is inside the gazebo?

Candles are lit in a circle, their

lights unwavering in the growing wind.

And in the middle of the circle, there is

a body dangling from a noose.

Dark figures are circling the body

and chanting in a foreign language.

The Dead Game has begun.



Great house.  Stage set for a murder.  Who should we kill?  Let me see;  we have our invited guests,  the servers,  and of course, the elusive host.  Lets kill the host.  Then we can have the guests  running over each other to figure  out which one is the killer.  The grand formula for a murder mystery.

Great house.

Stage set for a murder.

Who should we kill?

Let me see;

we have our invited guests,

the servers,

and of course, the elusive host.

Lets kill the host.

Then we can have the guests

running over each other to figure

out which one is the killer.

The grand formula for a murder mystery.