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.
Ouija board. Give me your hands and I will speak to you. Through the dead. With their voices. With their memories. Sit still and quiet. You will soon feel them. Enter your bodies. Filling you with their thoughts. Thoughts of revenge and murder. Enjoy the game. For the dead love their games.
What can you conjure up in the dark? Do you see ghosts or demons? Evil creatures that come out at night. That’s what I see when I close my eyes for the night. The shadows become hands reaching for me. The air conditioning becomes the moaning of the wind. The creaking of the house turns into the whispers of the dead. Falling asleep is fun time for me.
We now have the schedule of author presentations: DATES/DAYS AND SCHEDULED AUTHORS OF THIS EVENTJune 18th – June 22ndWednesday thru Sunday. WEDNESDAY – JUNE 18th, 2014 5:00 pm EST ——— John Dizon 6:00 pm EST ——— Ditter Kellen 7:00 pm EST ——— Ditter Kellen 8:00 pm EST ——— Lisa Klass 9:00 pm EST ——— Lisa Klass 10:00 pm EST ——- John Tucker 11:00 pm EST ——– John Tucker
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* THURSDAY – JUNE 19th, 2014 5:00 pm EST ——— Terri K. Harper 6:00 pm EST ——— Lisa Klass 7:00 pm EST ——— Lisa Klass 8:00 pm EST ——— Susanne Leist 9:00 pm EST ——— Susanne Leist 10:00 pm EST ——– John Dizon 11:00 pm EST ——– Ashley Haines
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* FRIDAY – JUNE 20th, 2014 4:00 pm EST ———- Khalid Muhammad 5:00 pm EST ———- Khalid Muhammad 6:00 pm EST ———- Jason Wallace 7:00 pm EST ———- Jason Wallace 8:00 pm EST ———- Lilo Abernathy 9:00 pm EST ———- Becky McGraw 10:00 pm EST ——— John Tucker 11:00 pm EST ——— John Tucker
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* SATURDAY JUNE 21st, 2014 2:00 pm EST ———- Samantha Jacobey 3:00 pm EST ———- Samantha Jacobey 4:00 pm EST ———- Marcha Fox 5:00 pm EST ———- Shannon Thompson 6:00 pm EST ———- Shannon Thompson 7:00 pm EST ———- Lilo Abernathy 8:00 pm EST ———- Chris Birdy 9:00 pm EST ———- John Tucker 10:00 pm EST ———Pam Winn 11:00 pm EST ———- Pam Winn
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* SUNDAY – JUNE 22nd, 2014
!2:00 pm EST———- Samantha Jacobey 1:00 pm EST ———- Samantha Jacobey 2:00 pm EST ———- Susanne Leist 3:00 pm EST ———- Susanne Leist 4:00 pm EST ———- John Dizon 5:00 pm EST ———- John Dizon 6:00 pm EST ———- Lilo Abernathy 7:00 pm EST ———- Chris Birdy 8:00 pm EST ———- Chris Birsy 9:00 pm EST ———- Amy Kessler 10:00 pm EST ——— John Tucker 11:00 pm EST ——— John Tucker
Is someone peeking through the curtains? Someone is watching us. It isn’t a someone but more of a something. It has a white, elongated face with its mouth stretched wide-open in a silent cry. Let’s just walk by without stopping. Wait! What are you doing? We’re not going in there! See what happens in THE DEAD GAME.
Chanting could be heard in the warm breeze. A breeze that blows in from the ocean and smooths the white sand. A breeze that feels like the soft flutter of a rose petal against your skin. Where is the chanting coming from? Who is doing the chanting? What do we only hear it at night? Are spells being cast in Oasis? Only The Dead know and they’re not talking.
Witchcraft has been practiced
for many years.
Witches have even been burned
at the stake.
What is appealing about dark magic?
Is it the rituals?
What about the crystal ball?
Maybe it is the lure of ultimate power
over mere mortals.
I believe that it’s all the above.
It’s fun to believe in something
that extends beyond our physical bodies
into a whole new realm of thoughts and ideas.
We all desire something greater for ourselves.
So believe and dream
and keep your mind forever open.
My favorite!
I love haunted houses with
portraits where the eyes follow you.
Wherever you move, they move.
I even put them into my book,
The Dead Game.
This review is from: The Dead Game (Kindle Edition)
Susanne Leist’s debut novel, The Dead Game, has
everything a supernatural thriller SHOULD have. Her story is crammed
with ominous suspense that hits you right off the bat and keeps you
guessing right until the very end. From the sinister End House that
makes your blood curdle to the creepy and anti-social town’s
inhabitants, it makes you devour page after page desperately attempting
to figure it all out and just when you think you have, you’re hurled
through another twist. Highly entertaining with mystery, suspense,
romance and vampires!
End House sits perched at the edge
of a steep cliff, overlooking the ocean.
If you have to make a quick getaway,
it’s a long drop to the beach.
It’s even longer with flying creatures
trying to knock you off the face of the mountain.
Something is happening at End House tonight.
The animals can sense it.
The Dead can sniff it.
And the humans…
they have no idea.
They are coming for a party.
But they will be faced with
much more than a party.
Come join us!
With a violent storm raging outside,
the innocent residents flee to the Town Hall.
They hope to find safety in the town’s shelter.
Soon they will learn that they are not alone.
Creatures of the night have joined them.
These creatures come in many forms,
much to the horror of Linda and her friends.
Shadows, bats….
What else could be coming for them?
Find out in THE DEAD GAME.
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.
For the past half hour, Todd had been pacing up and down the
street in front of the bookstore. He couldn’t figure out where Linda had
disappeared to. After checking Shana’s store, he realized that she was also missing. This made him suspect that the two of them were up to no good again. Then from a distance, he spotted the two of them strolling down
Main Street, from the direction of the road leading out of town. The
only two buildings along that road were the bed and breakfast and the
old dilapidated mansion. Who did they know in those places? And why were
they out walking when darkness had already fallen? As they neared the coffee shop, his felt his temper rising.
“Where were you? I’ve been worried!” He grasped Linda by her shoulders,
wanting to shake some sense into her. “Stop worrying about me! I can take care of myself! We only
took a short walk,” she yelled back, shrugging his hands away from her
shoulders. “And don’t ever manhandle me again!” Todd, upset with himself for losing control, apologized. “I’m
sorry, but I was worried.” He turned to Shana and said, “I can drive
both of you home.” “No, it’s all right; Sam walks me home every night.” As Shana turned to leave, Linda whispered in her ear, “I’ll pick you up at 8:30.” Infuriated with her, Todd took Linda by the arm and led her to
his car. Now he was past being just angry. “Where are you going tonight?
And when were you going to tell me?” “Where I’m going is no concern of yours, but I’ll tell you
anyway. I’m going with Mike, David, and Shana to Diane’s party. Shirley
invited us to be her guests.” Linda turned to walk home. “How could Shirley be so stupid? Now I have four more people to
worry about!” He couldn’t understand why Shirley would invite them to
the private party. Was she trying to stir up trouble? He would have to
question her later at the party—that is, if he wasn’t too busy
protecting Linda and her silly friends. “You’re the one who’s acting stupid! I told you not to touch
me! Leave me alone! I don’t want to discuss this any further!” Linda
said in a stern voice that he’d never before heard directed at him. He realized that he’d gone too far with his anger, “I’m truly
sorry, Linda. I was worried about you, but I never meant to raise my
voice. If you don’t inform me where you are going, then how can I
protect you? I would never ever hurt you! Sam and I are trying very hard
to protect you and Shana!” Linda stopped walking and turned around. She walked back to him. Taking her hand, he raised it slowly to his lips, all the while
keeping her eyes locked with his, showing her with his eyes what he
could never show with words: how much he cared for her. Her eyes drifted
closed, as if she was savoring his touch. Oh God! He hoped that she was
as enthralled with him as he was with her. He tucked her arm in his and
led her to his car. They were quiet during the short drive home and later at
dinner, which Linda prepared with a loud symphony of banging pots and
dishes. He understood why she was annoyed, but he knew that he’d had no
other choice.
Linda and Shana found a way to attend the private party on the hill. Now they had to convince Mike and David to join them.
After they
returned to the coffee shop, Shana perked up and said, “Let’s bring Mike
and David with us to the party. Since we are now invited guests, we
could bring along our own dates. They have a personal interest in
solving the crimes at End House, since Tom and Edward are also their
close friends.”
“Okay.” Linda hesitated. “I guess that could work.”
On their way over to the antique store next door, Shana asked, “Do you really believe Shirley is for real, or is her grandmother routine fake?”
“I don’t know—we can’t
write anyone off our list of suspects. We have to check out each
person—even Todd and Sam. By the way, I liked the way you got Shirley to
invite us to accompany her to the party.”
“All in a day’s work.”
Once inside the antique
shop, Linda realized that something was wrong: the lights were off and
David’s bright chatter was missing. They made their way through the
rooms of antique furniture and through the small room
devoted to modern art. At the back of the store, they found Mike and
David sitting behind a huge antique desk with sad expressions mounted on
their long, sorrowful faces.
Shana wanted to cheer them
up so she said, “Linda and I are invited to Diane’s big party tomorrow
night and we would like you to be our dates!”
“We’re not in the mood for a party—we’re upset about Tom
and Edward. Where are they? Are they alive or dead? I’m afraid that
we’ll never know. And what do I tell their parents, who have been
calling and searching for their sons?” David asked them.
“You can’t tell their parents about what really happened to
them: no one is going to believe the true story. People don’t exit
through disappearing doorways—never to be seen again. You could just
tell them that they closed their shop and then left town together,” said
Shana.
“Great! Now I have to lie to the poor people!” replied David.
“I’ll call them today to tell them that their sons have left town together…without informing anyone where they were going. I agree that this way will be better for everyone,” said Mike.
“I’m sure that this is the
best way,” said Linda. “Meanwhile, we can attend this party and find out
why the hill residents meet in secret at Diane’s house twice a year.
The more we find out, the better chance we have of finding Tom and
Edward. We can’t give up!"
What is this book for? Its purpose is to rid the world of vampires. Or so the Father thought in The Dead Game. He foolishly used one of the spells in this book. Instead, he created a new type of demon. A demon who can’t be destroyed. Be careful how you use this book. Read what happens. The Dead Game by Susanne Leist.
Todd ran up the
staircase.He first checked the living
room. No flames were sizzling in the fireplace. Without the presence of the
roaring fire, the room was dark. It felt much colder. He used his outstretched
arms to guide him past the same worn couches and tables as he made his way through the
room. Once he reached the cold fireplace, he was confused to find it empty of body parts or any remains of them.
It was even clean of ashes or any evidence of a recent fire; even the walls and
floor around the fireplace had been cleaned of any blood splatter. It was as if
there never had been a fire or sizzling body parts dropping from the chimney.
“There was a huge roaring
fire in this fireplace with bloody body parts falling into it!” Todd insisted,
frustrated that everything had vanished.
Carl looked at Todd
strangely. “Were you drinking tonight?”
“I am not the only one who
witnessed these things. Isn’t it obvious that the place has been cleaned?” Todd
said to the deputy. He had to hold himself back from punching him in his big
nose.
Sam yelled at Carl, “Todd has stated that
there were dead bodies and body parts, so they were here.”
Carl looked down and
remained silent—but not before
Todd noticed the strange smirk cross over his face in response to Sam’s harsh words.
In silence, they continued
with their search. The house had somehow rearranged itself: the rooms were now normal looking and
nonthreatening. The pool wasn’t frozen any longer with blood but was clean and
empty. The master bedroom was dark without the lit candles surrounding the bed.
And the bed was empty of a bleeding skeleton…and its army of fat worms.
Todd was amazed that the
deadly tricks could have been dismantled so swiftly and then hidden from sight. Who could have
pulled this off in such a professional manner? Who was smart enough and deadly enough to plan each and every step so carefully? This had required patience and maybe even some supernatural
assistance.
They had no choice but to
give up their search for now and return to town. Todd wasn’t the least bit
surprised to find the gazebo empty of candles, a noose, or a body.
“Maybe we should call off
the outside help,” suggested Sam.
“I agree, we should handle
this matter ourselves,” Todd agreed.
Todd watched Carl as he fell back behind
them… skulking off into the night. He let Carl go; he didn’t want him around when they returned to Sam’s office, where he would
overhear their future plans. He whispered to Sam, “Carl has run off again. We
must keep him out of the loop from now on.” Sam nodded his head in solemn
agreement.
