She's got the bad end of undeath, he's got the five-star package. A woman rises from the dead for a timely, unsolicited graveyard meeting and suffers a newfound craving that won't stay buried.

I never signed up for a maggot's house party.

I died. That's it. That should have been the end of the story. Instead, I wake up in the dirt, scrabbling my way out of the grave. What could possibly be worse than that?

My only neighbor in this graveyard. A snarky and sometimes downright rude vampire, who unfortunately doesn't need an invitation to my casket every cursed night. Add the bellowing hunger and forget the prospect of resting in peace. From commenting on my admittedly somewhat... crumbling appearance to pestering me with new diet ideas, he's more than intent on helping me deal with my new state of undeath. Never mind the bug spray incident.

But with time to kill, and an afterlife to live for, maybe having someone to literally stitch me back together might not be such a bad thing?

A comedy horror perfect for readers who enjoy came back wrong, neighbors to lovers and forced proximity.