A/N: Well here goes nothing. I do not own the characters; I just like to play with them. Especially the Viking sex god.
I do realize this is short. Think of it as a teaser. This plot bunny just bit and I had to run with it. Review please?
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Hi, my name is Sookie Stackhouse, and I am an author. Not your average novelist. No, I write historical fantasies. Okay fine, trashy novels that have the pretense of being classy, but not really. But before you judge me, and I know you will, let me explain.
I grew up in a small Podunk town in Louisiana, where there isn't much excitement aside from the local high school football team. Growing up there wasn't a picnic. I was known as crazy Sookie. I guess my clothing was a bit out there. But my Gran always said that I had too much imagination for this small town to take. She had always encouraged me in my writing too. Back then it was the short stories and poems. I even went to school to be a literary major. So I guess you are wondering why someone with my education and upbringing would lower herself to writing trashy novels.
Simple, when you live alone with your cat, and your last boyfriend left you for your brother, you have to have some kind of comfort. Even if it is all in your head.