Arrhythmia doesn't forgive. It makes the undead uncoordinated and unbelievably hexed.

Logan Richards thought becoming a vampire would be cool. He was wrong. One year ago, a car crash ended his human life, and a fanged stranger gave him a new one-then banished him to Arrhythmia, Texas, the town where supernatural misfits go to be forgotten. He expected fangs and swagger. Instead, he got a clumsiness curse he doesn't know exists, a town that side-eyes him like he kicked their dog, and a bartender who keeps a first-aid kit with his name on it. He only knows he's alone, unlucky, and desperately trying not to make things worse.

Then he meets Carolina Fortman.

She's got witch-fire red hair, curves that should be illegal, and the kind of attitude that makes Logan's undead heart do something it definitely shouldn't. She's also the daughter of High Priestess Jacqueline-the menopausal, hat-wearing, curse-slinging menace who turned Logan into a walking slapstick routine. Dating Carolina would be suicide. His body doesn't care. His dignity certainly doesn't.

When she corners him at the bar and asks, "Trick or Treat?" Logan, being an idiot, picks treat.
“Wrong.” She snaps her fingers and vanishes.

Now he's got three problems: he's magically, inconveniently obsessed with a woman whose mother wants him hexed into next Tuesday, he seems to have lost the only woman to ever catch his attention, and Halloween is coming-which means costume contests, witch politics, and a curse that's only getting worse.
Some fates you can't outrun. Some curses you can't out-stumble. And some mates? You just have to fall for-literally.