The Dead can appear in disguise

As people like you and me.

They can change forms to hide

Like a raindrop falling from the sky.





The house in the woods,
Covered by vines and leaves.
Eyes peek out at the sun.
The door stands open.
We walk in.
“Hello, does anyone live here?
Oh, I didn’t see the two of you.”
A man and a woman stare at us.
“Welcome to our house.
Would you like to...



The house at the edge of town,

Covered by vines and leaves.

Eyes peek out at the sun.

The door stands open.

We walk in.

“Hello, does anyone live here?

Oh, I didn’t see the two of you.”

A man and a woman stare at us.

“Welcome to our house.

Would you like to see the upstairs?”

The woman asks with a smile.

Shana nods eagerly.

I follow them upstairs.

Children’s bedrooms sit empty,

Perfect shrines with dolls and toys.

“Would you like to see the attic?”

The woman turns to us.

I shake my head.

Shana nods.

An empty room faces us.

The rocking chair begins to rock.

Back and forth.

The man’s dark eyes find us.

“We watch End House from here.

We are The Watchers.”

The rocking chair faces the window.

End House looms in the distance.

Who is rocking the chair?

A vampire Watcher?

Squeak, Squeak, Squeak.

It rocks back and forth.






RRBC Springtime Book & Block Party Blog Tour




Welcome to the Rave Reviews Book Club Springtime Book & Block Party.

Location: Woodmere, New York

I will be giving away 3 e-books of The Dead Game.

Number of winners for this stop: 3

To be entered into this Giveaway all you have to do is leave a comment.

If you love games & fun, then join us!

On this stop you must battle to win the prizes. A battle of the wits!

In addition to the 3 e-books awarded by the Blog Tour, I will be awarding 3

more e-books for the best answers.

6 e-books, in total, will be given away.


Are you ready?


book welcome


First, A Little About Me

I grew up in Brooklyn, New York. I graduated with an MBA in Finance. Over the years, I felt something lacking in my life. An outlet for my creativity.

I’ve always loved to read. I grew up with Agatha Christie, Alistair Maclean and so many others who filled my imagination with intrigue and mystery. The TV show, Murder She Wrote, kept me entertained when I wasn’t reading late into the night.

In recent years, my taste in books has broadened to include the supernatural and paranormal genres, which is reflected in my new selection of shows, such as Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries and The Originals.

My first book, The Dead Game, is a paranormal suspense/mystery. I’ve brought together all of my favorites and created an enticing package of mystery, paranormal and horror. It brings fantasy and the surreal to the simple murder mystery. It has dead bodies and suspects. However, it also has humans, vampires and vampire derivatives. A touch of romance is thrown in to spice up the mix.


Time for our games! You can leave as many answers as you like to each question.




Come One, Come All to the Greatest Book on Earth!

The games will be dark.

They will be scary.

The Dead take no hostages.

Stand back.

Eyes wide open.

And enjoy!





Linda moves to a seaside town to live a quiet life. She opens a bookstore and makes new friends. Life is simple–that is until the dead body washes up on shore. Linda is horrified to find that dead bodies and disappearing tourists are common for this small town. As soon as the sun sets, the residents and tourists are stalked by dark shadows. But this is only the beginning.

Linda and her friends receive an unsigned invitation to a party at a deserted house. They are pursued through revolving rooms and dangerous traps, barely escaping with their lives. Two of their own remain trapped in the house. Or so they think.

They must embark on a difficult journey, chased by unnatural creatures, not knowing whom to trust, to uncover the one controlling the game and everyone in town. Who are The Dead? Are they humans or vampires? Or a combination of both? Will Linda and Todd find love?

The Dead Game has begun.









Three doors are waiting to be opened in the basement of End House. After trudging through a pool of water with descending circular saws and falling cages, Linda and her friends must find a way out of the evil house. What would you expect to find behind these doors? You are only limited by your imagination.

The best answer wins a kindle copy of The Dead Game.

Good luck!





A ball in a glass house.

Nothing can be as nice.

Snow falling on the trees.

Whispers in the soft breeze.

Snow falls on the small town of Oasis, Florida. The young residents arrive at the glass house dressed for the ball. Linda dances The Waltz with Todd, unaware of the dark undercurrents flowing through the cold room. Foreign visitors soon join the party. At midnight, the dance floor clears. The original residents keep many secrets but none as deadly as the meeting being held on the floor above.

What secret is the town protecting? Best answer wins.


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I am presently writing the second book of The Dead Game series. The Dead return to Oasis with a vengeance. They bring horror to a new level.

But I need a title for this book. I would like to use the words, “The Dead,” in the name. Whoever gives the best answer will win a kindle copy of The Dead Game. I might even use it as the title of my book. If that happens, I will award a signed copy of my book.


Thinking caps on everyone!


Thank you for joining our games.


Don’t forget to stop in and check out the other tour stops at https://ravereviewsbynonniejules.wordpress.com/rrbc-2017-springtime-book-blog-block-party/


I received so many great answers to my questions that it was hard for me to choose only three. These are worthy winners for many reasons.

  1. Nancy Burgess for her answer about a portal deep in the forest. Little does she know, but book 2 traps characters in a time portal in the woods behind Oasis.
  2. Mary Schmidt for The Dead Awaken. I’m thinking about that one. Her answer about an icy staircase and cold furniture is creepily close to the rooms in Oasis’ glass house.
  3. Larry Landgraf for The Dead Rule. One of my new top choices. 



Like a cold witches’ brew.
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.
Warm winds turn cold
As all become prey.
The young and old. 
For them we must pray.
Hell hath no fury
Like a demon scorned.
There is no jury
For a small town mourned.
Who’ll save Oasis
From ‘The Dead’ demons?
Who will now face us,
More dead or demons?
Pray for us.
We are alone 
Come save us.
We must atone.
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He has come for me.

I’ll never be free.

He comes this night.

Fear at first sight.

He claims his love.

But he’s no dove.

He’s evil as can be.

Always searching for me.

I must hide until morning.

Or the town will be mourning.

The devil hides his face.

I know his deadly pace.

His footsteps ring hollow.

Steps quicken to follow.

He sings a sweet song.

I know I’m not wrong.

The devil is right behind me.

Even though his face I can’t see.

He has me in his grasp.

I cry out with a gasp.

He kisses me with passion.

I know this is his fashion.

To take what is not his.

And make me only his.







The church is on fire.

The town under attack.

Shadows in the wind.

Bringing hell to our homes.

Murder to our families.

Who are they?

What do they want?

We must fight back.

Fight for our lives.

Fight for our town.

Before it’s too late.

Before more disappear.

To the ranks of The Dead.

No more bodies on our shores.

No more victims of their wrath.

We will fight to the end.








A sizzle lights up the night sky.

Followed by thunder up so high.

The black clouds rumble in dismay.

Crumbling like figures of clay.

Red soon joins the purple light.

Gearing up for a loud fight.

The sea’s quiet below.

Keeping its head down low.

We’re in for a charged night.

As The Dead come to fight.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist



A nip in the air.

A chill in my bones.

The Dead will be here.

And in our own homes.


Palm trees will shiver.

The whole ground will quake.

Up from the river.

Or the nearest lake.


Take me far away.

From this creepy place.

Let us run and pray.

Make an about face.


THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist



blackout raven:


Can you see it?

Can you feel it?

It circles the town.

On windswept nights.

Low in the darkening shadows.

Waiting and watching.

For the perfect moment.

When the moon rides high.

And the stars twinkle bright.

Death will make its entrance.

Circling closer to its prey.

Claws extended.

Beak facing down.

Its clutch sharp and pointy.

Who will save us now?








Why did I accept the invitation?

An unsigned invitation

to a party at a deserted house.

A house with a sinister history.

A history of unsolved disappearances.

One group is trapped in the basement.

Our group is fleeing for our lives.

Sand hits us in the face.

Trees swipe at us

as we reach the walkway.

A body hangs in the gazebo.

Is it one of ours?

Will there be time to get the Sheriff?

It sways back and forth in the wind.