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The mutilated bodies of two teenagers and a third one missing in the Oregon woods... A body apparently stolen from the San Francisco morgue and a wino brutally murdered... To the vampire, Dr. Donovan Reed, these are clues that there is a newborn vampire hiding in the dark shadows, driven by blood hunger to kill, and that Donovanâ€™s most hated nemesis, the vampire Cassandra, has grown careless. Does Donovan have a chance to put an end to the wanton killings?
"Did you hear that?" Mike sat up and looked around. "I couldâ€™ve sworn I heard someone call my name."
Wade laughed. "Iâ€™m not going to fall for that. Youâ€™re just trying to scare me."
"Wade." It was a whisper, almost a sigh of the wind. Wade wasnâ€™t even sure he had heard it. The sound came again. "Wade." He looked at Mike, then realized the sound had come from behind him, not from Mike.
Mike pointed. His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came. Wade turned. Something stood in the dark shadow of the trees, only glimpsed in the flickering firelight, except for the glowing red eyes. Eyes too high off the ground to be a raccoon. Wade scrambled to his feet and backed away until he ran into Mike, now also standing.
"Whatâ€™s the matter with you guys?" Josh asked drunkenly, looking around.
It stepped from the shadows into the firelight, short, maybe five foot four inches, and female, although that was only an impression. All that was really visible in the firelight was a white face surrounded by black. The eyes stopped glowing red and became black, piercing, hypnotizing. Scarlet lips were a slash across the white face.
"Oh, Wade." The soft voice was lyrical and seductive. The mouth smiled, red lips stretched back and parted, and Wade saw sharp, pointed fangs. A pink tongue licked lips hungrily. "Come here, Wade."
Wadeâ€™s heart raced with fear. Something inside him wanted to obey her command, yet he couldnâ€™t move.
Two others emerged from the shadows. Taller than she. Ordinary. A white man with dark hair, wearing a red flannel shirt and jeans, and a skinny black man, young, wearing an Oregon University sweatshirt and black pants. Ordinary, except their lips curled back in hungry grins over long fangs.
Then the white one fell on Josh.
Joshâ€™s bewildered "Whatâ€™s up" changed to a scream.
Mike grabbed Wadeâ€™s arm. "Run, man, run."
He heard the tinkle of laughter behind him. Then he was out into the darkness, blinded, stumbling, running. He hit the stream, his feet splashing in the cold water, and he turned and ran along the stream bank. He heard Mike stumbling after him; at least he hoped it was Mike. What were those things? What were they doing to Josh? Josh! He should go back, but he kept running.
"Oh, Wade," the voice called. Close to his left. Wade ran harder.
He heard Mike fall and cry out and turned to go back. It was there, in front of him, the white face.
"Run, Wade," it said. Wade turned and ran, leaving Mike behind.
A branch whipped his face, stinging, making his eyes water in pain. Now he really was running blind. He wiped his sleeve across his eyes trying to clear them. He took a deep breath. The trail, the trail that led back to the road. If he could find that and go for help. He took another deep breath and stood still, trying to get his bearings, but in the darkness, it all looked so unfamiliar. He knew the trail went down the mountain to the road, so if he followed the slope downward, maybe he would cross the trail. He pushed through the bushes, hurrying, tripping over rocks and stumps.
"Oh, Wade," the voice called. "Iâ€™m coming for you."
Linda Suzane has murdered a cheating agent, sat in church on a Sunday morning and plotted how to kill her husbandâ€‘minister, hosted a meeting of a group of International Killers, and for her daughter's sixteenth birthday allowed her to kill whomever she pleased. No, not in mystery novels, but in murder mystery games, games that she designed and hosted. She even wrote an article for Writer's Digest Magazine, "Writing for Fun: Creating a Mystery Game." So when she began to look for a topic to write about, she naturally turned to something she knew. The Murder Game is a romantic mystery about a novelist who also creates mystery games and is set in a mansion modeled after the Raltson L. White mansion on the flanks of Mt. Tamaplais in California.
Interested in murder mystery games? Linda Suzaneâ€™s Killers International is one of the many murder mystery games available to download and play at
"Not a vampire devotee, I had no preconceived notions when I began reading Captivity by Linda Suzane....An unequivocal thumbs-up!â€ --Christine Janssen, author of Dark Legacy
"I'm awaiting the next book in what promises to be an entertaining new series...â€ --Kate Hill, author of the God of Grim.
Linda Suzane pulls off this vampires' tale with finesse and flair. She has an uncanny way in Captivity of combining two plot lines into one incredible story. If vampirish stories are right up your alley, then you won't want to miss this one! --Patricia A. Rasey, author of Deadly Obsession and the Hour Before Dawn
A fast-moving "good vampire vs. evil vampire" adventure, with the two sides fighting over a kidnapped teenage boy, CAPTIVITY has rich characterization as well as sustained suspense...--Margaret L. Carter, author of Dark Changeling (www.hardshell.com ), winner of the 2000 Eppie Award for Horror
"The Murder Game will find a home with those who enjoy a good mystery flavored with just the right amount of romance, deceit and suspense. Highly recommended.â€ --Molly Martin, Reviewer and author
"THE MURDER GAME is fast paced with numerous twists and turns, throwing in a little romance along the way. This was definitely a fun read.â€ --Lorie Ham, Author Out of Tune
Book Publisher: Wings e Press
No. of Pages: 266
Paper Weight (lb): 11.4
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