Can Christmas Eve get any more fun? On her way to her family's home, Carol Prescott's car slides into a ditch in a deserted area with no cell phone signal. The only available shelter is already occupiedby a vampire. To Michael Carpenter, Carol is the bait of a trap.
In an effort to hold onto his soul, Michael has resisted the urge to drink human blood for almost a century. Now he hovers between human and vampire. If he doesn't drink from a human before the night ends, he'll die. He's desperately thirsty, but Michael has seen the soulless monsters vampires are and he prefers death. Carol is pure temptation to him, the Christmas present from hellor is it from heaven?