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Zusatztext Praise for #1 New York Times bestselling author Charlaine Harris’s Sookie Stackhouse novels “It’s the kind of book you look forward to reading before you go to bed! thinking you’re only going to read one chapter! and then you end up reading seven.”—Alan Ball! executive producer of True Blood “Vivid! subtle! and funny in her portrayal of southern life.”— Entertainment Weekly “Charlaine Harris has vividly imagined telepathic barmaid Sookie Stackhouse and her small-town Louisiana milieu! where humans! vampires! shapeshifters! and other sentient critters live...Her mash-up of genres is delightful! taking elements from mysteries! horror stories! and romances.”— Milwaukee Journal Sentinel “The series continues to be inventive and funny with an engaging! smart! and sexy heroine.”— The Denver Post “Blending action! romance! and comedy! Harris has created a fully functioning world so very close to our own! except! of course! for the vamps and other supernatural creatures.”— The Toronto Star Informationen zum Autor Charlaine Harris is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Sookie Stackhouse and Midnight, Texas, fantasy/mystery series and the Aurora Teagarden, Harper Connelly, and Lily Bard mystery series. Her books have inspired HBO’s True Blood , NBC’s Midnight, Texas , and the Aurora Teagarden movies for Hallmark Movies & Mysteries. She has lived in the South her entire life. Klappentext Bon Temps's psychic waitress takes a dangerous road trip in the third novel in the #1 New York Times bestselling Sookie Stackhouse series-the inspiration for the HBO® original series True Blood. There's only one vampire Sookie Stackhouse is involved with (at least voluntarily) and it's Bill Compton. But recently he's been a little distant-in another state, distant. Then his sinister and sexy boss Eric Northman tells Sookie where she might find him. Next thing she knows, she's off to Jackson, Mississippi, to mingle with the under-underworld at Club Dead, a dangerous little haunt where the elite of vampire society can go to chill out and suck down some Type-O. But when Sookie finally finds Bill-caught in an act of serious betrayal-she's not sure whether to save him...or sharpen some stakes.From Club Dead By Charlaine Harris Club Dead copyright 2003 by Charlaine Harris Bill was hunched over the computer when I let myself in his house. This was an all-too-familiar scenario in the past month or two. He’d torn himself away from his work when I came home, until the past couple of weeks. Now it was the keyboard that attracted him. “Hello, sweetheart,” he said absently, his gaze riveted to the screen. An empty bottle of type O TrueBlood was on the desk beside the keyboard. At least he’d remembered to eat. Bill, not a jeans-and-tee kind of guy, was wearing khakis and a plaid shirt in muted blue and green. His skin was glowing, and his thick dark hair smelled like Herbal Essence. He was enough to give any woman a hormonal surge. I kissed his neck, and he didn’t react. I licked his ear. Nothing. I’d been on my feet for six hours straight at Merlotte’s Bar, and every time some customer had under-tipped, or some fool had patted my fanny, I’d reminded myself that in a short while I’d be with my boyfriend, having incredible sex and basking in his attention. That didn’t appear to be happening. I inhaled slowly and steadily and glared at Bill’s back. It was a wonderful back, with broad shoulders, and I had planned on seeing it bare with my nails dug into it. I had counted on that very strongly. I exhaled, slowly and steadily. “Be with you in a minute,” Bill said. On the screen, there was a snapshot of a distinguished man with silver hair and a dark tan. He looked sort of Anthony Quinn?type sexy, and he looked po...
