FEATURED: PREY FOR THE DEAD

Featured: Prey for the Dead

SUSANNE LEIST

Five years of peace has ended for the residents of Oasis. Evil returns to wreak havoc on the seaside resort.

A long-buried secret emerges from the ruins of End House…

Linda Bennett’s dreams of happiness have always eluded her. Five years ago, she moved to Florida from New York to escape heartache. The Dead vampires and their leader, Wolf, had ruined any hopes of peace for her and her friends. Surrounded by vampires and hybrids–human vampires, Linda finds solace in her bookstore. Then one morning, the lights go out and an explosion rocks her shop and any future dreams for a happy ending.

Have The Dead and Wolf returned to exact their revenge on Oasis?

Linda and her close friends–Shana, David, and Louise–race to where lightning converges on an isolated spot behind the town. A sinkhole replaces End House’s former site. Around the hole stand The Watchers–the vampire police, the group of five hybrids, and The Elders–the local vampire leaders. Echoing from inside the dark pit are the voices of Father John, the vampire hunter, and Abe, the head Watcher. Trapped with them in the tunnels below Oasis is the magical door that controls time.

From this moment, Linda and Shana become embroiled in the twisted escapades of Todd, Sheriff Sam, and The Elders as they search for The Dead at an exclusive club in Disney World. Death and mayhem follow their every step. A masquerade ball and a romp through the tunnels lead to a showdown in the swamps of southern Florida.

Can Linda choose between Gregg and Todd–the two hybrids who compete for her heart and are at war on opposing sides? Will she find her happy ending?

Will Oasis survive the battle between good and evil?

From Susanne Leist:

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 tales of murder and suspense.

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.

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.

Yeah Man Productions of @Yeahman created my gorgeous book cover.

I want to thank my family for enduring my frequent lapses of attention as my mind drifted to create new stories and characters. I couldn’t have succeeded without their continued support.

I hope you enjoy my book. The third book of The Dead Game Series is waiting for me to write. I might focus on Shana this time…

CHURNING

Source:flyngdream

The sea churns.

It burns with anger.

Waves of passion.

Ready to strike.

It will hit the shore.

So be prepared.

The Dead return.

For you and me.

PREY FOR THE DEAD

Book Two of THE DEAD GAME Series now available.

THE DEVIL HIDES HIS FACE

He has come for me.

I’ll never be free.

He comes this night.

Fear at first sight.

He claims his love.

But he’s no dove.

He’s evil as can be.

Always searching for me.

I must hide until morning.

Or the town will be mourning.

The devil hides his face.

I know his deadly pace.

His footsteps ring hollow.

Steps quicken to follow.

He sings a sweet song.

I know I’m not wrong.

The devil is right behind me.

Even though his face I can’t see.

He has me in his grasp.

I cry out with a gasp.

He kisses me with passion.

I know this is his fashion.

To take what is not his.

And make me only his.

THE DEAD GAME

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BLACK AS NIGHT

Dark as death,
Black as the night,
The evil one has come
For me tonight.

My heart pounds a beat.
He sees me and more.
He walks the dark street.
At night he’s the lore.

I cannot run.
I cannot even hide.
He knows my secrets.
He knows where I hide.

The roses are wilting.
They crumble​ in despair.
Their faces are tilting
Only black as they tear.

He has no footsteps.
He walks with the winds.
His body whispers past me.
Soft in the trade winds​.
​
He takes me in flight,
Up to the laughing moon.
I can’t see his face.
I’ll be his all too soon.

I close my eyes in defeat.
His cold lips crush mine.
I search for a way to retreat.
I search for a sign.​

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

TAKE ME WITH YOU

Take me with you.
We’ll soar to new heights.
Let’s take to the sky
And fly with the birds.
Above the clouds,
Above the mundane.
To a life worth living,
Beyond time and space.
Take me far away.

THE DEAD ARE HERE TO STAY

Look at the pretty sky.
Such beauty way up high.
Clouds drifting by so slowly
Like a shrine to what’s holy.

All of this will soon come to an end.
Don’t bother to search for a friend.
The moon will rise up in the night sky
Into the danger from what lurks high.

Dark shadows will descend onto the sand,
Shrieking louder than a marching band.
What do they want from our peaceful town?
Death and mayhem, all served with a frown.

Run for your life if you still can.
A danger for every man.
The Dead are here to stay.
They didn’t come to play.

THE DEAD GAME

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A BOOK FOR ME

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South Africa’s first-ever Book Hotel, the Royal, in Bethulie

Imagine a place like this.

The perfect hotel of bliss.

Endless books to read.

Nothing else I’d need.

Walls of books everywhere.

All you need is a chair.

Never run out of a book.

Just pick your favorite nook.

Read the day away.

Nothing else to say.

BENEATH THE SILVER MOON

Source:falling-through-autumn

The fog rolls in tonight.

Hold on to me real tight.

The moon is out to play.

The Dead are here to stay.

The stars twinkle and shine.

Soon you will be all mine.

Beneath the silver moon,

We’ll join as fork and spoon.

No one is in our way

As we frolic and play.

The moon is my witness.

I love you, my princess.

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HIS PASSION MOUNTS

Source:insane—world

Storm is coming.

Hitting the shore.

Palm trees flying.

And so much more.

Anger raises the waves.

Passion kicks up the sand.

Fear hides behind clouds.

Marching in like a band.

I know he is here.

I hide from his face.

He’s coming for me.

Clouds pick up the pace.

His anger brings passion and fear.

Too bad he can’t fly like a dove.

His can easily moves mountains.

For me he moves the sky above.

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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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