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“How grateful are you?" he whispered, his mouth hovering over mine. His eyes were very alert now, and his gaze was boring into mine. "That kind of ruins it, when you say something like that," I said, trying to keep my voice gentle. "You shouldn't want me to have sex with you just because I owe you." "I don't really care why you have sex with me, as long as you do it," he said, equally gently.”

Quote by Charlaine Harris

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Club Dead

In this supernatural fiction, the protagonist's transition to a vampire lifestyle and their interactions with other vampires form the core of the story. more

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Charlaine Harris
Charlaine Harris

Charlaine Harris is an American author known for her suspense and fantasy novels. She is best known for her 'Sookie Stackhouse' series, which was adapted into the television series 'True Blood'. Born on November 25, 1951, Harris has enjoyed a successful writing career, with her works being appreciated for their unique narrative style and intricate character development. more

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