Mostly I was disappointed because it was not in fact a vampire romance. It was a super natural mystery/action/thriller with two bouts of hot sex with one vampire and really awkward sex with another. While two vampires seducing this woman is probably supposed to be enticing, I really don't find a woman engaging in casual sex with men (or undead men as the case may be) she doesn't know to be something I want to read about. I am surrounded in real life by a sub-culture that regularly endorses casual sex, apparently sometimes with people they hardly know. Heck, I'm pretty sure that this is the standard in normal people's culture as well. So much so that I feel like a freak (and am sometimes regarded as one) because I don't engage in any sort of casual sex.
So if I pick up a romance novel it is with the intention of escaping the everyone-sleeps-with-everyone real world I don't fit into and wanting to read about the dream life where people fall in love and have sex only after realizing they want to be together for the rest of their natural (or unnatural, as the case may be with Vampires) lives. I feel very cheated having picked up what I thought was a romance novel and being treated instead to a story about a woman who can't keep her dress on just because a naked vampire shows up un-invited in her hotel room. He didn't even bother to wine and dine her first. Just showed up naked, spouting his devotion. Really? I mean, REALLY? No thank you.