Shadows in the dark-2


There’s paradise in Oasis, Florida.
Sun-drenched beaches by day,
Moonlight beaches by night,
A paradise to be shared by all.
Come and enjoy the sleepy nights.
The cooling sea breezes that
Bring mysterious shadows.
Dark shadows that walk
The deserted streets of the town.
All is quiet.
All is dark.
Except for the footsteps.
“Who goes there?”
We ask behind our closed shutters.
No one answers.
Only footsteps.
Who will be alive come morning?




I’m excited to present our “SPOTLIGHT” Author, Robert Fear.

Meet Robert Fear. Ask him questions. Leave comments. 


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What’s next for Robert Fear?

Well, before anything else, I will be concentrating on the opportunities offered by being in the ‘Author Spotlight’ for July at #RRBC (Rave Reviews Book Club). It is a huge privilege for me to be chosen and came as a real surprise as I only regard myself to be a part-time writer and editor. As I am in between contracts for my day job at the moment, this gives me more time to promote my writing and also concentrate on writing my next book.

The 2017 Travel Stories Competition (500-1000 words) will run until July 31st 2017. The winners will be chosen by an independent panel of judges and announced early in September. The 2017 Travel Highlights Competition (50-100 words) will then run from mid-September until mid-November, with winners being selected by a public vote in the last two weeks of November. I will then select the best stories and highlights from both competitions. These will be included in a 2018 Edition of the Travel Stories and Highlights book and should be released early in the New Year.

As a special offer to readers of this blog, I would like to offer you a free copy of the 2017 Edition of the Kindle version of Travel Stories and Highlights (normally $2.99) if you sign up to the Fred’s Blog Newsletter. Follow the link to sign up and I will send you regular updates on the competitions and news about upcoming releases.

I have started work on a new memoir but I am making slow progress. It is about the first time I left England on my own and spent the summer season of 1977 working and partying on the island of Ibiza in Spain. This is more difficult to write than when I self-published Fred’s Diary 1981. For this book I do not have a handwritten diary to fall back on. I do, however, have the letters that were written to me while I was there. These are helping me bring back memories and create a timeline of when things happened.

In the past I have been more of a diarist or a memoirist, as well as an editor and proof-reader, rather than an accomplished author. I am having to get my head round a completely new skill set and learn the art of creative writing.

This may be a risk at such an early stage of the new book, but I am including a small extract below of what I have written so far. Your feedback and constructive criticism would be welcome (please e-mail me at

The ferry edged its way from the berth and headed for the harbour entrance. In the early evening light the clouds lifted, and the sun appeared on the horizon for a few minutes. Through the descending gloom I could make out the famous white cliffs of Dover as we left the shores of England.

The seas were choppy, and the wind icy as we headed across the channel. I put on a jumper and buttoned up my denim jacket. Determined to stay on deck, I enjoyed the feel of the wind that blew against my face and through my hair. A surge of elation swept over me as I realised that my dream had come true.

I did not hear her approach as I had become absorbed in my own thoughts. It took a few seconds to realise she had spoken.

‘Hi, how are you doing, where are you heading?’

She was taller than me and several years older. Long blond hair wrapped itself around her shoulders and her pale blue eyes glistened as she looked at me.

I averted my gaze for a moment before smiling back,

‘Hi, sorry, I didn’t realise you were there. I’m travelling to Barcelona by coach and then getting a ferry across to Ibiza.’

‘What are you planning to do there?’

‘I’m hoping to work for the season in a place called Es Cana.’

‘Is this the first time you’ve worked abroad?’

‘Yes, I’ve just finished work at a bank in London. Where are you heading? Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.’

‘Everyone one calls me Micky, but my real name is Michelle. I’m off to Barcelona. We’re on the same bus. I saw you earlier on and thought, as you are on your own, you’d appreciate company. I’m an English teacher returning to the school where I work, after an Easter break back at home in Bristol.’

Micky edged closer as if to get extra protection against the biting wind.

‘And what’s your name?’

‘Most people I know call me Fred.’

‘Is that a nickname then?’

‘Yes, I got it at school and it’s stuck since then. My mates call me Fred though my real name is Robert.’

Her eyes widened,

‘You seem more like Fred than Robert.’

I smiled back,

‘How long have you worked in Barcelona?’

‘Just under a year. I finished Teacher Training College in 1976, not long after Franco died in November 1975. Spain was a country that had always interested me. When I saw an advertisement in the paper for a teaching position there, I jumped at the chance and applied straight away. After an interview in London I got the job.’

‘Are you enjoying it?’

‘On the whole, yes. Spain is changing fast after forty years of dictatorship, but people’s attitudes will take longer to change. Life for a female is still difficult. I am lucky they take care of me while at the school but things can be awkward outside sometimes.’

‘Do you ever regret doing it?’

‘No, not at all. Travel gives you a new outlook on life. You’ll discover that for yourself this summer. That is as long as you don’t weaken and I don’t think you will Fred.’

‘Thanks Micky, that’s nice of you.’

The loud sound of the ship’s siren broke the atmosphere for a moment. The ferry had arrived at the port of Calais.

Micky gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and winked at me,

‘I’ll see you back on the bus, take care.’

‘Yes, great to meet you, see you later.’

What a lovely surprise, I thought as I smoked a quick cigarette before my return to the coach.


Books published to date:

Fred’s Diary 1981

Travel Stories and Highlights

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Author Bio:

Born in Leicester, UK in 1955, Robert’s family moved to Surrey when he was 11. He was educated at Reigate Grammar School. After this he worked at a bank in London for several years before getting the travel bug. Fred, a nickname he got at school, stuck throughout his travels and has remained with him to this day. His travels took him to Ibiza for the summer of 1977, hitch-hiking around Europe in 1978 and the USA and Canada in 1979. During this time he also settled and worked in Germany. Fred’s Diary 1981 was written during the 158 days he spent travelling around Asia.

These days Robert is happily settled in Eastbourne, East Sussex where he lives with his wife and three cats. He works as a software consultant and has been able to combine work with some travel during the past fifteen years, having visited countries as far apart as Australia, Singapore, Ghana and Suriname.

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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

 (Source: melisica)



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 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.






Please take a closer look.
Something’s wrong with this book.
The words have come alive.
Breaking free to survive.
They are bursting forth with pride.
Smoke is pouring out from inside.
Words need to be loved and shared


Please take a closer look.
Something’s wrong with this book.
The words have come alive.
Breaking free to survive.
They are bursting forth with pride.
Smoke is pouring out from inside.
Words need to be loved and shared
And not forced alone and scared.
Let the stories come out and play.
They will serve to brighten your day.



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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


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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.


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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.



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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.



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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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Let the games begin!


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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.