There is no doubt in my mind that Teresa Mederios can write. Her first book in this Vampire series After Midnight left me wanting more, but The Vampire Who Loved Me, although written well, couldn't hold my attention.
In After Midnight we were introduced to Portia Cabot, a headstrong beauty, and Julian Kane, a doomed Vampire. They were thrown together by another Vampire set on making Julian into a "true" Vampire. Portia was left with a starving, near-death, Julian and ended up sacrificing her safety so that he could feed on her. Unable to stand what he had done, Julian ran away to escape his demons, and to search for his only means of redemption…killing the Vampire who created him. Now, six years later, Julian has returned to London, and with him a string of gruesome Vampire-like murders. Coincidence?
Julian's brother, a Vampire hunter, is worried that Julian may have finally given into his darker side. But Portia, though wary, isn't so sure. She believes her love for the dammed Julian can solve everything, and she is once again willing to put her neck on the line to prove it.
I really wish I could have liked this novel. It was very well written and plotted, but even Mederios' skill couldn't make me care about Portia or Julian. I felt neither deserved their own novel. A short story in an anthology would have sufficed. Instead, it plodded along for 300+ pages.
Julian was too angsty, and Portia's tendancy to be annoying, which I could easily overlook due to her age in the first novel, had me rolling my eyes. Both of them fought a lot, and since they were both a bit unstable, their romance felt "off". The only real bit of interest was our evil Vampire Valentine. Now that's a story I'd like to read!
Bottom Line: If you enjoyed the first one, which I did, then you may enjoy this one. But, if like me, you like your hero and heroine a bit less dark and stubborn, then you may want to give this one a pass.