Dead Until dark

Dead Until dark

By: Charlaine Harris

I’d been waiting for the vampire for years when he walked into the bar. Ever since vampires came out of the coffin (as they laughingly put it) four years ago, I’d hoped one would come to Bon Temps. We had all the other minorities in our little town—why not the newest, the legally recognized undead? But rural northern Louisiana wasn’t too tempting to vampires, apparently; on the other hand, New Orleans was a real center for them—the whole Anne Rice thing, right? It’s not that long a drive from Bon Temps to New Orleans, and everyone who came into the bar said that if you threw a rock on a street comer you’d hit one. Though you better not. But I was waiting for my own vampire. [download]

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Living Dead in Dallas

Living Dead in Dallas 

By: Charlaine Harris 

Andy Bellefleur was as drunk as a skunk. This wasn’t normal for Andy—believe me, I know all the drunks in Bon Temps. Working at Sam Merlotte’s bar for several years has pretty much introduced me to all of them. But Andy Bellefleur, native son and detective on Bon Temps’s small police force, had never been drunk in Merlotte’s before. I was mighty curious as to why tonight was an exception. Andy and I aren’t friends by any stretch of the imagination, so I couldn’t ask him outright. But other means were open to me, and I decided to use them. Though I try to limit employing my disability, or gift, or whatever you want to call it, to find out things that might have an effect on me or mine, sometimes sheer curiosity wins out. I let down my mental guard and read Andy’s mind. I was sorry. [download]

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Club Dead

Club Dead 

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. What’s Next [download] 

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Dead to The World

Dead to The World 

By: Charlaine Harris 

The New Year’s Eve party at Merlotte’s Bar and Grill was finally, finally over. Though the bar owner, Sam Merlotte, had asked all his staff to work that night, Holly, Arlene, and I were the only ones. Who’d responded. Charlsie Tooten had said she was too old to put up with the mess we had to endure on New Year’s Eve, Danielle had long-standing plans to attend a fancy party with her steady boyfriend, and a new woman couldn’t start for two days. I guess Arlene and Holly and I needed the money more than we needed a good time. And I hadn’t had any invitations to do anything else. At least when I’m working at Merlotte’s, I’m a part of the scenery. That’s a kind of acceptance. [download]

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Dead As A Doornail

Dead As A Doornail 

By: Charlaine Harris

I knew my brother would turn into a panther before he did. As I drove to the remote crossroads community of Hotshot, my brother watched the sunset in silence. Jason was dressed in old clothes, and he had a plastis Wal-Mart bag containing a few things he might need-toothbrush, clean underwear. He hunched inside his bulky camo jacket, looking straight ahead. His face was tense with the need to control his fear and his excitement  “You got your cell phone in your pocket?” I asked, knowing I’d already asked him as soon as the words left my mouth. But Jason just instead of snapping at me. [download]

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Definitely Dead

Definitely Dead 

By: Charlaine Harris


I was draped over the arm of one of the mosst beautiful men I’d ever seen, and he was staring into my eyes. “Think…Brad Pitt,” I whispered. The dark brown eyes still regarded me with remote interest. Okay, I was on the wrong track. I pictured Claude’s last lover, a bouncer at a strip joint. “Think about Charles Bronson,” I suggested. “Or, um, Edward James olmos.” I was rewarded by the beginnings of a hot glow in those long-lashed eyes. In a jiffy, you would’ve thought Claude was going to hike up my long rustling skirt and yank down my low-cut push-up bodice and ravish me until I begged for mercy. [download]
 
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All Together Dead

All Together Dead 

By: Charlaine Harris

The Shreveport vampire bar would be opening late tonight. I was running behind, and I’d automatically gone to the front door, the public door, only to be helted by neatly lettered sign, red Gothic script on white cardboard: WE’II BE READY TO GREET YOU WITH A BITE TONIGHT, AT EIGHT O’CLOCK. PLEASE EXCUSE OUR DELAYED OPENING. It was signed “The Staff of Fangtasia.” It was the third week in September, so the red neon FANGTASIA sign was already on. The sky was almost pitch-black. I stood with one foot inside my car  for a minute, enjoying the mild evening and the faint, dry smell of vampire that lingered around the club. [download]

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From Dead To Worse

From Dead To Worse

By: Charlaine Harris

I was making a neat arrangement of liquor bottles on the folding table behind the portable bar when Halleigh Robinson rushed up, j]her normally sweet face flushed and tear streaked. Since she was supposed to be getting married within an hour and was still wearing blue jeans and a T-shirt, she got my immediate attention. “Sookie!” she said, rounding the bar go grab my arm. “You have to help me”. I’d already helped her by putting on my bartending clothes instead of the pretty dress I’d planned on wearing. “Sure,’ I said, imaging Halleigh wanted me to make her a special drnk-Though if I’d listened in to her thoughts, I’d have known differently already. What’s Next. [download]

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Dead and Gone

Dead and Gone

By: Charlaine Harris

“Caucasian vampires should never wear white,” the television announcer intoned. “We’ve been secretly filming Devon Dawn, who’s been a vampire for only a decade, as she gets dressed for a night on the town. Look at that outfit! It’s all wrong for her!”. “What was she thinking?” said an acidic female voice. “Talk about stuck in the nineties! Look at that blouse, if that’s what you call it. Her skin just cries out for contrasting color, and what is she putting on? Ivory! It makes her skin look like a hefty bag.” I paused in the act of tying my shoe to watch what happened next as the two vampire fashionistas burst in on the hapless victim. What’s Next. [download]

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