Don't Eat Your Human Boyfriend

For eight years, I’ve committed myself to the ethical ghoul lifestyle, working in the hidden kitchen of Broth with a Bite at the local mall. By serving specialized, non-human meals to my fellow ghouls, I’ve managed to curb my more primal cravings without compromising my conscience. My life was perfectly—if uneventfully—dull, until Ricky walked in. Ricky is a human. He’s shy, he’s got incredible hair, and he smells like a five-course gourmet meal that I’m dangerously desperate to devour. Working alongside him in the food court becomes a daily exercise in extreme self-restraint. Every smile he flashes sends my predatory instincts into overdrive, and the irony of wanting to date the very creature that should be my next snack is not lost on me. In the world of ghouls, falling for a human is the ultimate taboo. As our chemistry grows, the line between romantic obsession and genuine hunger begins to blur. I desperately want to prove that I’m more than my biological impulses, but keep my cravings at bay while trying to win his heart is proving to be the hardest challenge of my afterlife. Can I win over my human boyfriend before I accidentally lose control of my appetite?