Did I swipe right on the wrong guy?
This is a question Maeve has no choice but to ask herself as her boyfriend's sins pile up.
Besides the usual dirty socks on the floor, the dishes left sitting beside the sink, and having to clean up after him like his damned mother, now he's brought home three solid black puppies. At the request of his boss, who's been holding a promotion over his head since the beginning of their relationship.
So fine. She'll watch the puppies. They are pretty cute, after all.
...If she can ignore the way they guard the bedroom door with glowing red eyes.
What's not cute? Galen's shirts appearing in the hamper with the same two tears along the shoulder blades, the late-night walks, and the weird chanting in the middle of the living room.
Determined to get to the bottom of her boyfriend's sudden weirdness, Maeve concocts a plan, a series of tests to figure out what the hell Galen is exactly.
Vampire? Werewolf? Something from Hell itself?
She's damned well going to find out, even if she has to use all the salt in the pantry.
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Is Maeve right to lead her own investigation into her boyfriend's weird antics? Get in on this silly adventure and learn How Not to Date a Demon.
