Sometimes we don’t give enough love to the cozy, fluffier SFF in our midst. This book is a Meg Cabot–like love story between a transmasc vampire who lives in his archivist office, and the vivacious widow of a late queer sci-fi author who may or may not be a ghost. It’s a soft fantasy mystery with spicy queer sex scenes, and if that’s not enough to sell you on it, there’s also lot of quiet meditation and discussion of what it means to be gender nonconforming and what it means to occupy a body, as the protagonist deals with transphobia and workplace nonsense.