Review: The Vampire Who Loved Me

The Vampire Who Loved Me … I absolutely love the title and, though it might seem a campy take off on the famed Bond film The Spy Who Loved Me, it definitely isn’t as Teresa Medeiros pleases once again in this sequel to After Midnight.

This time, she tells the tale of Portia Cabot (yes, the hilarious girl from After Midnight) and Julian Kane. Portia is all grown up and still in love with Julian, the vampire brother of Adrian Kane, whose life she once saved. Julian has been gone for six years, sinking into a life of drunkenness and debauchery as he searched for the master vampire who holds his soul. When rumor that he’s returned to London reaches Portia’s ears, she goes in search of him, fearful yet bold, her heart hopeful that he’s found what he’s been looking for and ready to return to the living. Her hopes are dashed but she is not swayed from her affection and before she knows it, she and her sexy vampire are drawn into a web of danger and intrigue as they run from vampires and vampire hunters alike.

Portia is a fearless heroine and woman, her spirit untamed and her love undimmed during Julian’s absence. She has simply matured, and her affections with it, from a girl’s crush into the deep and abiding love and passion of a woman, while Julian, believing himself unworthy, has sought to free himself of her memory and those of what happened when she saved his life. Circumstances thrust them together, however, and they must find their way through hurts and preconceptions to embrace their destiny.

Well written with engaging characters, The Vampire Who Loved Me was a pleasure to read.

Have you read The Vampire Who Loved Me? If so, feel free to post a comment and let us know what you think.

Read our review of After Midnight