Dead to the World (Sookie Stackhouse, #4)

by Charlaine Harris

Oh, God, puppy dog eyes. From a six-foot-four ancient Viking vampire.

Poor Jason, he deserved a silly vixen of a sister who bore nieces and nephews who called him Uncle Jase and held on to his legs. Instead, he got me.

I just wanted to share my worries with someone. I knew that wasn’t right. No one could help me, but me.

“You are beautiful.” No one had ever looked me in the eyes and said that. I found I had to lower my head. “You are smart, and you are loyal,” he said relentlessly, though I waved a hand to ask him to quit. “You have a sense of fun and adventure.”

When this witch is defeated, I would bring you to my side. I will share everything I have with you. Every vampire who owes me fealty will honor you.”

You can’t use blackmail on someone who doesn’t know anything about the hold you have on them.”

My Gran had always told me that a woman—any woman worth her salt—could do whatever she had to.

Least said, soonest mended. All’s well that ends well.