Bite Me

<p>Christopher Moore is a very sick man in the very best sense of the word.<p></p></p><p>--Carl Hiaasen<p></p></p> <p> </p></p><p>The undead rise again in <em>Bite Me </em>the third book in <em>New York Times </em>bestselling author Christopher Moore's wonderfully twisted vampire saga. Joining his farcical gems <em>Bloodsucking Fiends </em>and<em> You Suck </em>Moore's latest in continuing story of young urban nosferatu style love is no <em>Twilight</em>--but rather a tsunami of the irresistible outrageousness that has earned him the appellation Stephen King with a whoopee cushion and a double-espresso imagination from the <em>Atlanta Journal-Constitution </em>and inspired Denver's <em>Rocky Mountain News </em>to declare him the 21st century's best satirist.<p></p></p>