Sookie growled for the umpteenth time in 5 minutes. She was done, oooh so done, with vampires, done with all the shit that came along with dating vampires. Yes she Sookie Stackhouse of Bonton, Louisiana had dated a vampire, two in fact.
No one would ever believe that sweet Sookie, a waitress at Merlots, would ever stoop so low as fraternizing with vampires. But here she was with a nice burn on her hand and bruises from head to toe because she had fought for the vampires she loved, loved being the focal word.
She had enough of literally being torn between Bill Compton and Eric Northman. It was like being stuck between two pit bulls and she a nice juicy steak. Well the fact that she is part faerie and her blood is like crack to them probably made the situation worse.
Well she is done with them and done with men for the fact. As soon as that thought came it quickly left and was replaced with a certain sexy werewolf and a very enticing offer he left her with.