A really stupid and oddly-written Goodreads summary: “Half-vampire Catherine Crawfield is going after the undead with a vengeance, aiming for the father who ruined her mother. Bones, a vampire bounty hunter, captures Cat, and agrees to train her until her battle reflexes are as sharp as his fangs. But a group of killers pursue them. Bones is as tempting as any man with a heartbeat.”
This series (“Night Huntress”) is cotton candy PNR, complete with I-Hate-You-No-I-Love-You protestations, sex that leaves scrapes and bruises even at the most gentle encounter, flimsy MacGuffins to keep the pair apart, a paint by numbers villain, the heroine who doesn’t know how hot she truly is, and Spike Bones, the cheeky and dashing vampire lover (and most delicious creature to ever exist EVAR.)
Now, I don’t want to spoil this fine piece of literature for anyone, but I will say that the ending was irritating because it was an anti-resolution that essentially guaranteed that you have to read the second book in the series (which was easily twice as stupid as this, the first book, but I’ll get into that in its own review.) And while I like a PNR series that has overarching themes and plotlines, I have this (possibly unfair) standard that I believe that the first book in a series like this should mostly be able to stand on its own. If by the third or fourth book in the author wants to tease with a cliffhanger or unfinished business, I can deal with that, because if you’re already that far into the series one can assume you’re interested in finishing it. But the first book should more-or-less wrap up its own story. (This is just a requirement, by the way, for fluffy reads; I don’t apply the same rubric to, say, epic fantasy or something that is clearly meant to span across a long arc.)
This is neither the best nor the worst book of its ilk I’ve ever read — it was satisfying enough for the short while it took to read it, but I’ve enjoyed other series more.