When the Grim Reaper develops feelings for the children's librarian whose soul he is supposed to collect, he finds that with feelings comes something far worse than death--life.

Helena Hart isn't having the best night. Her date just ditched her, her Halloween costume bombed, and her only sympathetic ear is a dead silent partygoer in a Grim Reaper get-up. But when she falls off a balcony and he catches her with a very real skeletal hand, she realizes he may not be a party guest at all. Before she can process the near-death experience, he vanishes, leaving her to wonder if she hallucinated the whole thing.

Grim isn't supposed to save souls. He's supposed to reap them. And while he's not sure why he spared Helena, he does know that if his superiors find out, he's as good as dust--which is saying something for a guy who's mostly bones. But keeping away from Helena is proving harder than expected--especially when she isn't the least bit afraid of his monstrous form.

Worse, to his horror, Helena makes him feel. And for a reaper, feeling is a fate far more dangerous than death.