Club Dead (Sookie Stackhouse/True Blood, Book 3)
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Sookie's boyfriend has been very distant-in another state, distant. Now she's off to Mississippi to mingle with the underworld at Club Dead-a little haunt where the vampire elite go to chill out. But when she finally finds Bill—caught in an act of betrayal—she's not sure whether to save him...or sharpen some stakes.
Jake O’Malley?” O’Malley, a man in his early sixties with thick steel-colored eyebrows, had stood talking to Alcide for at least five minutes, all the while stealing little sideways glances at my boobs. “I think he’s planning on screwing you six ways from Sunday.” It was lucky we hadn’t pulled away from the curb yet. Alcide switched on the overhead light and looked at me. His face was grim. “What are you talking about?” he asked. “He’s going to underbid you on the next job, because he’s bribed
With his free hand, he cupped himself. Oh, charming. That really made me horny. “We’ll keep you happy.” “You couldn’t make me happy if you were Santa Claus,” I said, stomping on his instep with all my strength. If he hadn’t been wearing motorcycle boots, it might have been effective. As it was, I came close to breaking the heel of my shoe. I was mentally cursing my false nails because they made it hard to form a fist. I was going to hit him in the nose with my free hand; a blow to the nose
floating around my head in a electric halo. “Don’t get too carried away,” Eric advised. He reminded me that this was a common problem with people who ingested black-market vampire blood. They attempted crazy things since they felt so strong, so invincible, and sometimes they just weren’t up to the attempted feat—like the guy who tried to fight a whole gang at once, or the woman who took on an oncoming train. I took a deep breath, trying to impress his warning on my brain. What I wanted to do was
my mouth twisting at hearing yet another reminder of how different Bill’s world was from mine. “Who do you think told her?” I asked. “I don’t know. I don’t really want to,” Bill said. His voice sounded offhand, even gentle, but I knew better. “You know I had been working on it for some time,” Bill said, when he figured I wasn’t going to say anything. “Why?” “Why?” He sounded oddly disconcerted. “Well, because it seemed like a good idea to me. Having a list of all America’s vampires, and at
Bill continued, “I sped down the highway, on the way to tell you two that the Weres and their hired hands were pursuing you, and that they had gone ahead to lie in wait. They had discovered, via the computer, that Alcide’s girlfriend Sookie Stackhouse lived in Bon Temps.” “These computers are dangerous things,” Eric said. His voice sounded weary, and I remembered the blood on his clothes. Eric had been shot twice, because he’d been with me. “Her face is swelling,” Bill said. His voice was both