New neighbors are the bane of my existence, but nothing prepares me for the new woman next door. A long time ago, I swore off blondes. Until her. Until Raya crawls under my skin and stays. Sure, she always seems pissed at me, but I’ll soon make her realize I’m not always a dick. But then there’s a new threat that has me seeing red and needing to hunt for blood. The name Death isn’t just for show. And anyone who steps in my way or threatens those under my protection are going to get up close and personal with the man behind the namesake. Running is pointless… when Death knocks on your door.