Malachi Mercer is the kind of guy you’d cross the street to avoid: six-foot-four, tattooed, motorcyclist, and usually listening to something loud enough to make your skeleton rattle. When a stray Pomeranian lands on his doorstep, he ends up in the vet clinic of Daisy Henderson: a woman who is the color pink in the flesh. He asks her out. She says yes. Everything is going great until Daisy reveals she’s a vampire. A blood-drinking, coffin-sleeping creature of the night kind of vampire. Now Malachi has a tiny dog, a girlfriend with fangs, and the unsettling realization that he may not be the monster he once thought he was. Dating is hard. Dating a vampire is worse.