Sookie Stackhouse Boxed Set (Books 1-8) - Charlaine Harris [449]
“Yes, you said you had to get to work,” he said blandly.
“I do.”
“I suggest you wear that jacket, the one that’s too light for the weather,” he said. “Since your coat is still in bad shape.”
I’d run it through the washer on cold water wash, but I guess I hadn’t checked it well enough to be sure everything had come off. That’s where he’d been, searching for my coat. He’d found it on its hanger on the back porch, and examined it.
“In fact,” Eric said, as he went to the front door, “I’d throw it away entirely. Maybe burn it.”
He left, closing the door behind him very quietly.
I knew, as sure as I knew my name, that tomorrow he would send me another coat, in a big fancy box, with a big bow on it. It would be the right size, it would be a top brand, and it would be warm.
It was cranberry red, with a removable liner, a detachable hood, and tortoiseshell buttons.
Dear Reader,
In case you haven’t met me before, my name is Sookie Stackhouse. I’ve been working at Merlotte’s Bar for four years now. For the first three, things were quiet. Then, one night, Bill the Vampire walked in, and my life changed forever. While we’ve followed the familiar pattern (vampire meets girl, vampire gets girl, vampire loses girl), I have a feeling our association has more twists and turns yet to come.
In the first month I knew Bill, there was a serial killer in the area hunting down barmaids with vampire boyfriends—and the main suspect was my brother Jason (Dead Until Dark).
Then, at the beginning of fall, the vampires of Dallas asked the vampires of Shreveport if they could borrow me for a little investigation into a missing nestmate of theirs (Living Dead in Dallas). At the same time, the short-order cook at Merlotte’s was murdered, and since I counted myself his friend, I felt I should do everything I could to solve the mystery of his death. Bill’s boss, Eric, had a lot to do with my trip to Big D, and he developed an interest in me that hasn’t flagged.
Right before Christmas, I began to think Bill was engaged in some hanky-panky. He left town, and vanished in Mississippi. Eric talked me into going to Jackson to search for him. As my cover, I was escorted by the Werewolf Alcide Herveaux. While searching for Bill, I met some of the state’s less reputable citizens at the supernatural hangout in Jackson, called Club Dead.
That brings me up to the start of Dead to the World.
And now that I’m pretty much mad at everyone, and Jason might be a Shifter at the next full moon, what’s going to happen next?
The way my life’s been going since Bill Compton came into Merlotte’s, there just no telling.
DEAD AS A DOORNAIL
Ace books by Charlaine Harris
DEAD UNTIL DARK
LIVING DEAD IN DALLAS
CLUB DEAD
DEAD TO THE WORLD
DEAD AS A DOORNAIL
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