Reading a Mario Acevedo novel is like sitting next to him at a bar when he's half tipsy and telling you some outlandish story about vampires, fairies, aliens, women with big boobs that can't keep their hands off of him, and big, BIG explosions. There are a lot of verbs and not so many adjectives in his work. If you want to know what someone is wearing, what they had for breakfast, or why they do the stuff they do, you'll just have to use your imagination because this author leaves those things out and focuses a lot more on the big boobs and the explosions. That's why I read through his books like a hot knife through butter.
This book is like his others in the series. A bit crazy, a lot of action, and a lot of vampire sex without a lot of girly, wordy-words to trip you up. I like these books but they are a hard lot to classify. They aren't funny, they aren't serious, they aren't erotic, and strongly resemble your typical DIVE BAR story from the local drunk who will keep spinning his yarn as long as you keep the free beer flowing.
ADVICE: This book will make little sense to you if you haven't read the previous two in the series.