My new release MEET ME IN MAINE(Book One of The Blue Harbor Series) brings murder, mystery, and romance to a seaside town.
Sit back, put up your feet, and let me bring mystery and romance to your lives.
Linda is lost at a carnival.
A carnival of her nightmares.
A clown is leering at her.
The knife-thrower throws
his knives at her, but luckily,
keeps missing.
She runs into a tent.
Mirrors surround her,
playing with distortions
of her own reflection.
She runs farther into the tent.
She crashes through a mirror
and lands in a dark room.
The floor begins to spin…
Read what happens next in
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Shana was upset that Todd had just revealed to Wolf all the
information that they’d just discovered on their own. And she was
annoyed at Wolf for his arrogant manner.
“Did you hear or see anything that evening? Did you know about the party beforehand?” asked Shana.
Wolf answered with a snarl, “Of course I knew about the party, but I
didn’t know who had planned it. I’d asked around the company, but no
one else seemed to know, either. That night I noticed flashing lights in
the sky, but I couldn’t hear anything over the storm. All I heard was
the crashing of a tree into the house, shattering one of my windows.”
I feel so bad for you. She tried to appear pleasant and calm on the
outside. “Could we have a tour of your beautiful house? It looks very
unique and interesting from the outside.” She decided to play good cop
since Todd was already failing as a bad cop.
“Sure! Come in!” said Wolf, sweeping back his arm to indicate that
they were welcome to enter his home. All of a sudden, he was switching
gears to act like their friendly host. Shana wasn’t sure whether he was
buying her act or not, but she felt that it couldn’t hurt to continue
with it.
They stepped inside. They were standing in an enormous gallery with
a huge array of life- sized statues displayed all around them. Huge
portraits hung on the sparkling white walls under glaring overhead
lights. As Shana walked past a portrait, she morbidly realized that the
person in the picture was staring straight back at her—no matter where
she moved in the room. The eyes didn’t shift, but they somehow monitored
her every step.
The atmosphere of the house was beginning to feel confining and
stifling. Shana had to hold back the chills that were threatening to
stream through her body. Despite being scared and claustrophobic, she
was determined to weather this encounter—without appearing afraid or the
least bit intimidated. She glanced up at the high vaulted ceiling and
noticed that its dark-green tinted glass gave the house a strange green
color that reflected on everything.
“Let me show you around my house,” said Wolf, frowning at her. I can’t wait.
