Three words can sum up why this book is great and so different; angry zombie erotica.
Well, I guess I should qualify that by saying angry zombie erotica of the homosexual variety. Either way, even as a bisexual woman, I rather enjoyed this book's sex scenes.
Most of the story centers around a character named Michael, hence the book's title. Michael is a zombie. Or at least he's walking around in a dead body. He's actually a disembodied spirit of some sort that hijacks the body of a recently dead young man in order that he might pursue a life with his one true love, Taylor... Oh yeah, and he survives by eating human flesh.
Taylor is a completely heterosexual college student who likes to visit the graveyard where Michael's spirit has been hanging aournd in limbo for the last untold centuries. Taylor is a helpful, nice sort of fellow who immediately offers assistance and friendship to Micheal, who he believes is human of course. But all the same Michael's romancing of him gets off to a very rocky, and violent, start. The finish isn't too peaceful either, but I won't give that part away.
My only real complaint about this book is in the development of the character of Danny; a cop investigating the town's rash of missing persons and cannibalistic murders. The reader is meant to dislike Danny for his small mindedness and cruelty yet empathizes with due to the unfair way in which he's fellow officers treat him, or at least that was the impression I got. In the end I found myself having rather mixed feelings about him, but that is not my complaint. Danny behaves in a way and makes statements a real cop would never make, even if he or she were corrupt, racist, and homophobic.
Beyond that this is one of the best pieces of fiction I've read since... Well, since I read "Playing Devil's Advocate" by Andrea Dean van Scoyoc.