THE GAMES BEGIN

Metal clangs shut over the doors and windows.

Trapped in a house sealed as tight as a tomb,

Gregg must solve the computer’s complex riddles to escape.

Vampires and werewolves, sworn enemies of the night,

stare at each other as time begins to click away.

Freezing air blasts from the vents,

followed by a mechanized female voice.

“Gentleman, are you ready?” echoes around them.

Thus begins the thrilling adventure for Shana and her friends as they track The Dead from Florida’s swamplands to Quebec City.

Will Gregg escape the locked house in time to save his fiancee Linda from the rogue werewolves?

Will Shana save her boyfriend, William, from the blood curse infecting vampires, or will she succumb to her ex’s boyish charms?

A race to the finish culminates at a showdown at Quebec’s La Citadelle.

Let the better man or vampire win.

“This is a Gothic suspense/thriller that remains true to the vampire mythology while exploring fresh storylines and plot twists guaranteed to keep readers enthralled throughout. For vampire genre enthusiasts and romantic horror fans alike, The Dead at Heart by Susanne Leist is one you won’t want to miss.” – Broadway Turk Superstar, VINE VOICE

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THE DEAD GAME TRILOGY

Double the trouble – Vampires & Werewolves

Triple the fun – THE DEAD GAME TRILOGY

5-Star Review of The Dead At Heart

5.0 out of 5 stars 

Edgy and laden with tension.

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Linda and Greg’s love bond grows strong while William and Sam combat to attest their love for Shauna. A love triangle immerses. Elite vampires called ‘The Watchers’ live in a mansion concealed deep in the marshlands of Florida. Apprehension, divergences and tensions run high. The Watchers seize William and make him become one of them. Within the excitements and tumbles of the encounters among vampires and werewolves the realm is in turmoil. The 3rd book in ‘The Dead Game’ series is edgy and laden with tension, friendship bonds and passion. With astonishing twist and turns and rich word picture descriptions this paranormal read is a great addition to this series. Hats off to the creative author Susanne Leist.

The Dead At Heart by @SusanneLeist is a Scary Reads for Halloween #paranormal #halloween #giveaway

Title: The Dead At Heart

Author: Susanne Leist

Genre: Paranormal Suspense

Book Blurb:

As vampires descend on Oasis, Florida, Shana turns to Sheriff Sam, the human-vampire who had broken her heart. Their journey takes them from Florida’s swamplands to Old Quebec, where Chateau Frontenac’s boardwalk explodes before their eyes. Not knowing which vampires to trust, Shana and her friends are forced to choose a side in their fight to save humanity from the evil threat.

Excerpt:

Chapter Five

Monday 12:30 a.m.

Howls filled the night air. Shana’s eyelids flew open. Moonlight slid through the parted curtains, lighting a rectangular path across the carpet. She squinted into the shadowy darkness. Was someone in the room with her? Shana stared at the black shadow lurking beside her bed. It didn’t move. After a few seconds, she recognized the armchair. Other familiar objects took form. The dresser across the room. The end tables on either side of the bed. With a sigh, Shana sank into the pillows.

A high-pitched howl jolted her to her feet. She dashed to the window. Black shapes darted across the back lawn, keeping low to the ground. A few of them stood on their hind legs and resembled people, but their deep-throated roars didn’t sound human. The moon cast an eerie yellow glow on the circling beasts. Her hands shaking, Shana grasped the windowsill as she stared at the ominous forms moving closer to the house. Shadows separated to form more creatures.

The door to the room banged open. Linda stepped inside, wearing sweats and a jacket, clutching a flashlight. “Shana, are you awake?” The beam swept through the darkness.

“How could I sleep with the howling?” She met Linda in the doorway.

“The power’s disabled. There are no lights.” Linda’s voice quivered. “The guards are searching the grounds.” She pressed a flashlight into Shana’s hand.

Shana whispered, “Animals are creeping across the lawn.” She dug through her dresser drawers for a sweatshirt and pants. “A few even walk upright.” After grabbing a jacket from the closet and digging her feet into white sneakers, she paused. Could the animals spot white sneakers? Shana shrugged; she didn’t have other ones.

When Linda disappeared into the hallway, Shana raced after her. “Where are you going? We’re supposed to stay in our rooms.”

They descended the staircase as eerie howls echoed around them. “I’m staying in the house,” Linda replied as she directed her light across the downstairs’ walls. “I want to check the command center.”

“What command center?”

Linda pointed the beam at Shana’s face. “After your kidnapping, the vamps worked at the kitchen table. They hung maps on the fridge and pictures on the walls.”

After shoving the blinding light from her face, Shana frowned. “Pictures of me?”

The flashlight grasped beneath her chin, Linda replied, “Photos of bloody scenes to keep them interested. Dead bodies. Decapitated heads. You know, the things vampires love.”

She shook her head. “Funny.”

Linda pushed open the kitchen door.

They entered an empty room.

“Now what, Sherlock?” Shana asked.

“I don’t know.”

As the howls echoed louder, Shana jumped. “Are the animals in the house?”

“How can that be?” Linda clutched Shana’s arm. “Where are the guards?”

A black form lunged at them.

She grabbed Linda’s as they raced from the room. The enormous beast blocked their path to the stairs. In the darkness, yellow eyes glared at them. They dodged the multiplying animals and climbed the steps as high-pitched cries resonated through the house. “Hurry.” Dragging Linda behind her, Shana rushed to Linda’s suite and bolted the door behind them.

“I didn’t know the wolves are so huge.” Linda gulped her words between frantic breaths as she leaned against the door. When the animals lunged at the door, Linda jumped back. “If they break through the door,” her voice trembled, “they’ll tear us apart. I thought the vamps could protect us.” She slid against the wall to the floor.

Shana raced to the window. Shadows darted back and forth across the backyard. A few forms lay lifeless on the grass. “Men and wolves are fighting. There’s nowhere for us to run.” Her gaze flew to the door as it cracked from the force of the wolves’ bodies. She spun to Linda. “The wolves have us surrounded. We can’t escape them.”

Linda ran to the window and pointed. “Wait. Is that William?”

A tall figure marched across the lawn. Shana recognized the confident stride as he approached a melee of men and wolves rolling on the grass. At his shout, the animals raised their heads and scampered away. “William chased the wolves away. How did he do that?”

“The wolves might have recognized him as an original.”

Chills raced through Shana’s body as she asked, “Aren’t Gregg and many of his vampires, originals?”

A loud noise made them turn. The door burst open, and the animals slunk into the room, backing them against the window. Growls and snarls melded into a cacophony of horror in Shana’s head. They filled the room, saliva dripping from gaping jaws, moonlight glinting against pointy teeth. Head canted to the side, one appeared taller and broader. It stepped forward on hind legs and watched them through slanted yellow eyes. His peers, the ones standing upright, gathered around him.

Linda cowered beside her. “What do we do?”

“We fight.” Shana’s heart raced as her gaze darted around the room, searching for a weapon.

“They appear almost human.” Linda pointed at the tallest one. “It’s as if he wants to speak to us.”

“Not he. It,” Shana yelled. She needed a weapon—an umbrella. There was one beside her bed. “We’ve faced monsters. We kill or are killed.”

A whistle pierced the silence.

The wolves charged.

Growls faded to silence as Shana spun to Linda.

The wolves vanished, and so had Linda.

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Why is your featured book, a must-read?

No other book offers paranormal, mystery, and suspense in remote or famous locations as The Dead At Heart. My characters leave their peaceful seaside town of Oasis to pursue evil vampires across Florida’s swamps to the quaint locale of Old Quebec. Chateau Frontenac and La Citadelle de Quebec are just two of the unique backdrops for my story.

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Author Biography:

I have always loved to read. Agatha Christie, Alistair Maclean, Robert Ludlum, and many other authors filled my young imagination with intrigue and mystery. When I wasn’t reading late into the night, the TV shows–Murder She Wrote and Columbo–entertained me with murder and suspense tales. Over the years, my taste in TV expanded to include such shows as Supernatural and The Originals. I searched for paranormal, murder mysteries, but found few at the library or bookstore. So, I wrote one. The Dead Game, Book One of The Dead Game series, brings fantasy and surrealism to the classic murder mystery with dead bodies, suspects, and clues. It offers vampires, vampire derivatives, and a touch of romance to spice the motley mix. The story continues in Book Two, Prey for The Dead, as The Dead vampires use an exclusive club in Disney World to infiltrate the rich and famous. As The Dead grow in power, not even the bright sunshine of Florida can weaken them. Linda and her friends join forces with human vampires–known as hybrids–to defeat the evil threatening to control Oasis. A masquerade ball and a romp through the tunnels beneath the town lead to a showdown in southern Florida’s swamps. The Dead At Heart is Shana’s love story. Will her love for William strengthen, or will Sam lead her on a different path? At Chateau Frontenac in Quebec, Shana and her fearless friends fight for Oasis and their lives. A career in writing has been a big leap for me. Accustomed to the number-crunching field of budgeting and the hectic commodity markets, I left my first career and M.B.A. in Finance behind to pursue my dream. I do not regret my foray into literature for one moment. Fellow authors helped me make my way through the competitive field. I write every day and even tried my hand at poetry. If someone tells you it’s too late in life to try something different, they are wrong. It is never too late to follow your heart.

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A SAMPLER OF THE DEAD AT HEART

THANK YOU,

Caleb and Linda Pirtle

Sampler: The Dead At Heart by Susanne Leist

LINDA PIRTLE

An explosion at Chateau Frontenac in Quebec doesn’t stop Shana and her friends from saving their town, and maybe even the world.

William’s bite bonded Shana to him, but he didn’t ask her to mate with him for life. She isn’t ready for a lifetime commitment. Now, William excludes her from his vampire meetings.

Shana understands he’s an original vampire with immense powers. For them to be a couple, he has to treat as an equal partner. If William doesn’t respect her, then what are their chances of finding happiness?

Shana speaks to Linda, her best friend, of her fears.

“Paradise is an illusion.” Shana’s face grows heated as her frustration mounts. “Oasis is a haven for vampires. I’m tired of their battles. The Watchers get rid of an evil group of vamps, and another group arrives and attacks. It’s a vicious cycle. Vampires are trouble.”

“We will have a happy ending.” Linda lifts her head. “Don’t lose faith. The Watchers will protect us, and Gregg has an elite force of original vampires.” She touches Shana’s arm. “William loves you; he won’t let something happen to you.”

“The vampires keep secrets from us.” Shana swallows the lump in her throat. “I don’t want to live with vamps anymore, and I need time to decide on my relationship with William. One minute, I’m suffocating, and then the next, I’m lost without him.”

As a new enemy descends on Oasis, Florida, Shana turns to Sheriff Sam, who broke her heart. Can she trust the human-vampire?

This begins Shana’s journey to fight vampires and werewolves with Sam at her side.

An explosion at Chateau Frontenac in Quebec doesn’t stop Shana and her friends from saving their town, and maybe even the world.

Susanne Leist

Sampler: The Dead at Heart

As the howls echoed louder, Shana jumped. “Are the animals in the house?”

“How can that be?” Linda clutched Shana’s arm. “Where are the guards?”

A black form lunged at them.

She grabbed Linda’s as they raced from the room. The enormous beast blocked their path to the stairs. In the darkness, yellow eyes glared at them. They dodged the multiplying animals and climbed the steps as high-pitched cries resonated through the house. “Hurry.” Dragging Linda behind her, Shana rushed to Linda’s suite and bolted the door behind them.

“I didn’t know the wolves are so huge.” Linda gulped her words between frantic breaths as she leaned against the door. When the animals lunged at the door, Linda jumped back. “If they break through the door,” her voice trembled, “they’ll tear us apart. I thought the vamps could protect us.” She slid against the wall to the floor.

Shana raced to the window. Shadows darted back and forth across the backyard. A few forms lay lifeless on the grass. “Men and wolves are fighting. There’s nowhere for us to run.” Her gaze flew to the door as it cracked from the force of the wolves’ bodies. She spun to Linda. “The wolves have us surrounded. We can’t escape them.”

Linda ran to the window and pointed. “Wait. Is that William?”

A tall figure marched across the lawn. Shana recognized the confident stride as he approached a melee of men and wolves rolling on the grass. At his shout, the animals raised their heads and scampered away. “William chased the wolves away. How did he do that?”

“The wolves might have recognized him as an original.”

Chills raced through Shana’s body as she asked, “Aren’t Gregg and many of his vampires, originals?”

A loud noise made them turn. The door burst open, and the animals slunk into the room, backing them against the window. Growls and snarls melded into a cacophony of horror in Shana’s head. They filled the room, saliva dripping from gaping jaws, moonlight glinting against pointy teeth. Head canted to the side, one appeared taller and broader. It stepped forward on hind legs and watched them through slanted yellow eyes. His peers, the ones standing upright, gathered around him.

Linda cowered beside her. “What do we do?”

“We fight.” Shana’s heart raced as her gaze darted around the room, searching for a weapon.

“They appear almost human.” Linda pointed at the tallest one. “It’s as if he wants to speak to us.”

“Not he. It,” Shana yelled. She needed a weapon—an umbrella. There was one beside her bed. “We’ve faced monsters. We kill or are killed.”

A whistle pierced the silence.

The wolves charged.

Growls faded to silence as Shana spun to Linda.

The wolves vanished, and so had Linda.

WE ARE WOLVES

 

WE ARE WOLVES

We are wolves.

We are one.

We hunt together.

Play together.

We are one.

Stay away.

Stay clear.

And stay alive.

 

THE DEAD GAME BOOK 3 is being written.

Werewolves fight vampires in Oasis, Florida.

Who will win the battle?

 

 

COME WITH ME

 
 
Guess who?
It’s me, honey.
I’ve had a long day at work.
It’s made me feel grumpy.
I feel changed in some way.
Do my hands feel furry?
They look furry to me.
All of a sudden I’m hungry.
Hungry for you, my darling.
Come with me and
we’ll dance into the night.
The night holds mystery and
adventure for us.
There are creatures who walk the night.
Come with me…

WHERE IS THE BIG BAD WOLF?

whitechapelwitch:</p> <p>»x«</p> <p>Where is the big bad Wolf?<br /> Has Charles Wolf run away or as he turned?<br /> He could now be a vampire or maybe even a wolf?<br /> Anything can happen in this strange town.<br /> We must be careful.<br /> Don’t trust anyone you meet for<br /> anyone could be a traitor.<br /> We must hold steady against THE DEAD.<br /> THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST<br /> http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist</p> <p>

whitechapelwitch:

»x«

Where is the big bad Wolf?

Has Charles Wolf run away or as he turned?

He could now be a vampire or maybe even a wolf?

Anything can happen in this strange town.

We must be careful.

Don’t trust anyone you meet for

anyone could be a traitor.

We must hold steady against THE DEAD.

THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST

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EXCERPT OF THE DEAD GAME

EXCERPT OF THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST The noose was beckoning Louise from inside the gazebo. She had to enter, whether she wanted to or not. The game was set and ready to be played.      While the drama was being played out by the group upstairs, Mike, David, and Louise were running for their lives through the backyard, past the dark and empty pool that was illuminated from above by yellow lights.      The sky above End House lit up with bright flashes of light mixed with loud rumblings of thunder. Red flashing lights streamed through the night sky, followed by bright yellow pulses of light. In contrast, the sky over the rest of the town remained dark and quiet.      Louise noticed black shapes creeping toward them on the pool deck. She fled down the steep stairs to the beach with Mike and David following close behind. She heard David screeching about flying bats trying to knock him off the face of the mountain. Hard objects swiped at her, almost causing her to lose her balance a few times on the slippery stone steps. But  continued on, refusing to look back over her shoulder to face what or who was attacking them.      She dashed along the beach, feeling as if mounds of sand were being thrust in her face. On the walkway, branches swiped her across the face—like skinny wooden arms struggling to hold her back.     Louise ran down Main Street.  She felt all alone. The streets quiet. No lights or sounds were coming from the empty buildings. She saw candles flickering inside the gazebo. She felt her body being thrust toward the ghostly display of lights. The gusting wind was flinging leaves and branches at her face and around her feet, but still she was being propelled forward.      The gazebo, appearing pretty and tranquil during the day, looked ethereal and unfamiliar to her in the light of the candles. Somehow, the circle of light remained firm and unwavering despite the violent storm raging all around her. She entered the lit circle…all the while knowing that she had just signed her death sentence. She had no control over her actions any longer; she was like a puppet on a string being controlled by a malevolent puppet master.      When she was positioned at the precise center of the circle of candles, dark shapes—similar to the ones that had been stalking her for weeks—appeared around the perimeter of the gazebo. They began circling her. As they circled faster and faster, a strong current of air lifted her up high under the roof of the gazebo. She felt a noose being wrapped around her neck. Then she felt it being tugged tighter and tighter until she could no longer breathe—or even care to struggle any longer.      Without any air left in her lungs…with the world spinning around her…she watched as the shadows slowed down and took on distinct human forms. The figures revealed themselves to be men and women with black eyes, glaring up at her. They were chanting in an unfamiliar language. They were clothed in long black robes, their hoods casting their faces in deep shadow. Long metal chains hung from their necks with huge gold medallions depicting snarling wolves’ heads.      One member of the group—taller and much larger than the rest—lifted arms up high to heaven or down to hell below. In response, the winds turned wilder and more violent, moaning in unison with the voice of the unknown leader. Louise recognized one face right before she lost consciousness, but she knew that it was too late for her or the town. http://www.outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame

Susanne Leist

EXCERPT OF THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST

The noose was beckoning to Louise from inside the gazebo. She had to enter, whether she wanted to or not. The game was set and ready to be played.

While the drama was being played out by the group upstairs, Mike, David, and Louise were running for their lives through the backyard, past the dark and empty pool that was illuminated from above by yellow lights.

The sky above End House lit up with bright flashes of light mixed with loud rumblings of thunder. Red flashing lights streamed through the night sky, followed by bright yellow pulses of light. In contrast, the sky over the rest of the town remained dark and quiet.

Louise noticed black shapes creeping toward them on the pool deck. She fled down the steep stairs to the beach with Mike and David following close behind. She heard David screeching about flying bats trying to knock him off the face of the mountain. Hard objects swiped at her, almost causing her to lose her balance a few times on the slippery stone steps. But she continued on, refusing to look back over her shoulder to face what or who was attacking them.

She dashed along the beach, feeling as if mounds of sand were being thrust in her face. On the walkway, branches swiped her across the face—like skinny wooden arms struggling to hold her back.

Louise ran down Main Street.  She felt all alone. The streets quiet. No lights or sounds were coming from the empty buildings. She saw candles flickering inside the gazebo. She felt her body being thrust toward the ghostly display of lights. The gusting wind was flinging leaves and branches at her face and around her feet, but still she was being propelled forward.

The gazebo, appearing pretty and tranquil during the day, looked ethereal and unfamiliar to her in the light of the candles. Somehow, the circle of light remained firm and unwavering despite the violent storm raging all around her. She entered the lit circle…all the while knowing that she had just signed her death sentence. She had no control over her actions any longer; she was like a puppet on a string being controlled by a malevolent puppet master.

When she was positioned at the precise center of the circle of candles, dark shapes—similar to the ones that had been stalking her for weeks—appeared around the perimeter of the gazebo. They began circling her. As they circled faster and faster, a strong current of air lifted her up high under the roof of the gazebo. She felt a noose being wrapped around her neck. Then she felt it being tugged tighter and tighter until she could no longer breathe—or even care to struggle any longer.

Without any air left in her lungs…with the world spinning around her…she watched as the shadows slowed down and took on distinct human forms. The figures revealed themselves to be men and women with black eyes, glaring up at her. They were chanting in an unfamiliar language. They were clothed in long black robes, their hoods casting their faces in deep shadow. Long metal chains hung from their necks with huge gold medallions depicting snarling wolves’ heads.

One member of the group—taller and much larger than the rest—lifted arms up high to heaven or down to hell below. In response, the winds turned wilder and more violent, moaning in unison with the voice of the unknown leader. Louise recognized one face right before she lost consciousness, but she knew that it was too late for her or the town.

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