Sharon Page's book Blood Red is basically 347 pages of sex scenes
linked together by a plot that is so non-nonsensical, I stopped
paying attention to it.
Althea Yates is a vampire hunter in England circa 1818. For a while
now she's been having these strange and highly erotic dreams and
she is shocked when, one night at the inn where she and her father
are staying, one of the men in her dreams (there's two, naturally)
shows up.
He's Yannick. A perfect specimen. But drat, he's a vampire.
His brother, Sebastien (known as Bastien in the novel) is also a
vampire. Together they are known as The Demon Twins. And once
Althea and her father release Bastien from his tomb, where he's
been languishing these last ten years, he and Yannick set about
introducing virginal (but up for just about anything) Althea to the
delights of the flesh.
Yannick and Bastien aren't like any vampires I've ever encountered.
Soulless they may be, but they never kill for food, they can shoot
bolts of coloured energy from their hands and they have a
reflection. Apparently they have a few other vampire tricks up
their sleeves, too.
Reading Blood Red was like eating a bowl of chips- absolutely no
redeeming nutritional value, but tasty enough.