Ugh. This book is terrible. The author never met a stereotype she didn't like (not just for vampires), and it is just full of sloppy prose like soft carpets that cut the heroine's skin like razors. Rug burn, I might believe. Razors? No.
The main character is a driven doctor, her
boss is a hard-assed emergency doc, she walks among the quintessential
hipsters and goths, her mother was a "career feminist," whatever that
means, her father was a Freudian psychologist (or was it Jung? I don't
really care enough to go back and check.)
And then the vampires.
There's the evil-overlord-barely-human vampire (hey, the Master from
Buffy!), his evil vampire son (nowhere near as interesting as Spike) and
the tormented good-guy vampire (and look, it's Angel!) Oh, but he's
Scottish, so throw some Highlander in the there. Much of this book
reads like the author loved Buffy, but never got what made it great.
yes, new resident Carrie Ames is attacked by a vampire in the morgue
one night, after being told by her hard-assed attending that maybe she's
not cut out to be a doctor (not even just "not cut out to be an emergency
room doc" - you can switch residency programs, you know.) Then she
becomes a vampire. Then she is not killed by sexy good vampire Nathan,
who works for the extermination of all vampires. But Carrie's not going
to be controlled, so she goes to find her sexy evil vampire sire. (Wait,
that's the only other option you can think of? Really?) There, he
abuses her sexily and she hates him and loves him and hates him and
loves him and fights against THE HUNGER. And then hates him, and helps
plot his downfall, and sides with the good vampires, sort of. Sort of!
See, it's complex! Wait, no, it's not.
Look. It's vampire
romance, published by a Harlequin subsidiary. I knew this going in. But I
at least wanted competent vampire romance published by a Harlequin
subsidiary. Heck, Mercedes Lackey has published fantasy romance under
this particular imprint, and those books are great!
This is how
bad this book is. You know that hackneyed romantic comedy convention
where everything, literally everything could be cleared up by one
sentence? This book has a moment where the heroine thinks "I could clear
up everything with one sentence, but I'm not going to." Aaah! Because
false drama is so much more interesting than real drama.
If you're looking for vampire romance, stick with Charlaine Harris.
They're not great books, but at least they're readable.