Shadows fill my room.
I’m going to swoon.
It looks like a woman.
But not at all human.
The town is scary.
It’s getting hairy.
Florida isn’t all fun.
Not a walk in the hot sun.
THE DEAD GAME
THE DEAD ARE COMING
The dark woods keeps them hidden.
I know that I’m forbidden
From walking this way.
I must get away.
I hear them moving through the trees.
Let me get away from them please.
The footsteps are louder.
The moon is now rounder.
The end for me and the town is near.
A crystal ball I don’t need to peer.
I won’t bow on bended knee.
This will still not end well for me.
THE DEAD GAME
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My love of mysteries and the supernatural has led me to write the paranormal suspense “The Dead Game.” It has vampires, human vampires, murder, mystery, romance and much more. Welcome to my world.
Susanne Leist, Author of The Dead Game
Welcome to Oasis, Florida where the grass is greener and the ocean is bluer. The tides rush in at night, bringing unwelcome visitors to shore. They drift through town disguised as dark shadows. Tourists and residents can feel their ungodly presence in the growing winds.
Linda and her friends are forced to face the evil creatures after being invited to a mysterious party at the deserted End House. They flee the scene of horrors, leaving two of their own trapped inside.
It is now up to Linda and her fellow residents to seek out and destroy the evil intent on destroying their once peaceful little town. Do they succeed? Do they find their friends? Do they bring the evil one to the light of day?
Read and find out.
The Dead Game has begun.
I’ve written poetry about my book and its unusual cast of characters.
I will share two with you:
From under the sea
they have come for me.
Rising from the deep
they come when I sleep.
Through the small town, they roam
looking for a new home.
Blending with tourists at day
but at night they get to play.
Blood-thirsty as they are
they don’t have to go far.
They take sustenance within reach
leaving dead bodies on the beach.
Tourists flee the hotel
before they’re doomed to hell.
The evil one walks tall.
Our town will surely fall.
THE DEAD GAME
MY BEAUTIFUL TOWN
Oh, beautiful town of mine.
With beaches and white sand so fine.
Views to take your breath away.
For the tourists want to play.
Oasis, a perfect name for you.
Waving palm trees and skies so blue.
But come night bets are off.
Once The Dead chop heads off.
I don’t want to move from here.
But I can’t live with this fear.
Please help rid the town of The Dead.
Then I could sleep safe in my bed.
THE DEAD GAME
A SMALL TASTE OF THE DEAD GAME
Linda finds herself in Wolf’s arms…
Linda was horrified to find herself wrapped in Wolf’s strong, muscular arms. She became hypnotized by his black eyes and tempted by his deep voice. He seemed perfect in every way. She only wanted to be with him.
“I’ll be back for you.” Wolf held her tight against his body and whispered in her ear. “I love the way you stand up to me with your flashing blue eyes. Soon you’ll be mine, my beautiful ice queen.”
Linda couldn’t move her body. She was stuck in some kind of trance…she couldn’t leave…didn’t want to leave if given the choice. His voice soothed her and made her think of love, passion, and great need: a need that could be satisfied only by him with his expert hands and mouth. She knew that one day she was going to be with him, to be joined with him.
He lowered his mouth onto hers and drew her into a swirling haze of unexpected feelings and desires. His mouth fully covering hers introduced her to a new realm of pure pleasure. His powerful form enveloped her, making her experience feelings that were foreign and untried for her. She couldn’t get enough of him. She tentatively began touching his face, then his body with an eager and unrelenting hunger. She didn’t know what she needed, but she knew that she wanted and desired this beautiful man standing right before her. Her past life was washed out of her mind, never to be considered again. She begged him to take her with him tonight. In response, Wolf lifted her in his arms, as if she weighed nothing, and turned to leave the party. His beautiful face looked victorious and happy. His black eyes filled with passion. She hoped that it was because of her. He looked down into her small face and gave a hearty roar.
While Wolf carried her in his powerful arms, a dark shadow flew out of the house at them. Linda was knocked out of his arms, and Wolf was thrown across the patio.
She looked up to see who had attacked them. It was Todd, his eyes a deadly shade of green, standing there panting.
Linda backed away in horror. Todd’s eyes cleared, returning to their original dark color. He looked at her. “Don’t ever be afraid of me. I’m here to protect you.”
He was struck down by Wolf.
They circled each other like two wild animals. Todd thrust his body at Wolf, causing Wolf to lose his balance. They crashed together to the ground. Wolf pushed Todd aside and stood. He lunged at Todd, who sidestepped his maneuver. Todd retaliated by lifting him high in the air and flinging him through one of the glass doors to the house. Wolf rose and dusted glass off his clothing.
He said to Todd, who stood before him, “We are not anywhere near finished, my dear friend. The next battle between us will be more private—without so many witnesses. If I were you, I would watch your back…and your pretty little girlfriend.” Wolf stalked away with Hayden following close behind. Todd quickly followed.
Linda was left standing alone outside. She felt bereft without the touch of Wolf’s lips on hers and the solid strength of his arms holding her. She’d felt the unmistakable pull by him on all her senses. In his arms, she’d felt weak and needy—as if she needed him to live. Todd and Wolf were extremely powerful and both had taken hold of her senses.
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A Great Vampire Mystery Romance, March 27, 2014
By Lee MacRae – See all my reviews This review is from: The Dead Game (Kindle Edition) Author Susanne Leist uses her words well and has written a story filled with the stuff that nightmares are made of. This isn’t your typical mystery that starts slow and builds. Instead, it starts with a bang and a creepy house, careens through twists and turns filled with surprise and suspense and keeps you guessing right to the end. Reclusive town residents, dangerous individuals, strange figures in hooded cloaks, romance along with strange buildings and happenings that make you think you’re on drugs…this story has it all. Highly recommended for those looking for a vampire mystery romance.
Gripping horror, March 14, 2015
This review is from: The Dead Game (Kindle Edition)
“Beneath the pretty field of flowers growing on End House property, exists an evil so great and powerful that even the elders can’t fight it on their own.” Who are the elders? What is The Dead Game, what is the relationship between the wicked vampires, good vampires, human vampires and what role do spells and magic play in Susanne Leist’s hugely enjoyable horror novel? If you want to learn the answers then you’ll need to read The Dead Game, and if you enjoy this type of fiction then I strongly suggest you do.
The author wastes no time laying out her literary stall. After a gripping prologue replete with bloody tentacles and a swirling vortex Leist ends her introduction with, “No sounds or voices were heard again. End House remained empty until the party five years later that awoke the house to the possibility of new victims.” I especially enjoyed the prologue as I’m not a big fan of the slow burn or the slow build. When chapter 1 begins with descriptions of the quaint shops, pristine white sand beaches, tree lined walkways and grassy town parks of the picturesque town of Oasis we know that this tranquility is illusory, ephemeral at best. When Linda and the others receive invitations to End House the sense of suspense quickly grows and it isn’t long before we’re plunged into supernatural horror once more.
Some books you can’t help but imagine as films and for me, The Dead Game is one of these. I could easily see myself watching something like this on the horror channel or a Fright Night special. The characters are well drawn as are the interactions and interpersonal conflicts but in essence it is the narrative, the “game” itself which drives the tale as the victims wonder if their fate is to “all die in this house, one by one.”
On the whole the novel pretty much played out as I expected and the diabolical vampire, Wolf, was very much part of this. Even the little surprise right at the end wasn’t such a surprise. Yet for me at least, this is not to the work’s detriment. The Dead Game is extremely well written with vivid (often extremely vivid) descriptions, the premise is strong, the central characters well drawn and the actions and reveals continue to build throughout. If I had one criticism it is that of the narrative layering. Linda is the main protagonist and as such needs to be the focus a little more in the story. It is through the central character after all that the reader best experiences the roller coaster of emotions, especially fear and hope, of a horror novel. Although a fan of James Herbert this is an aspect that I never enjoyed of the late British horror writer’s work.
Notwithstanding this minor quibble, if you like this type of fiction then you will love Dead Game. I certainly did.