Let me compare and contrast this book with Stephen King's 'Salem's Lot. First, because they're very similar books in terms of intention, plot and tone. But second, because I want to explain how one book can work while another falls flat, even if they're alike on paper. Plus, Aaron Mehnke slipped in references to King already, so it's fair game.
Both books are about novelists named Ben that comes to a small New England town and meet murderous supernatural creatures. Both Bens assemble a ragtag team of allies (and love interests) to fight the monsters. Both emerge victorious, after some tragic losses... or did they?
But while 'Salem's Lot helped relaunch the vampire genre for modern audiences, I predict that Consumed is destined to be ignored, apart from a few .99 cent sales through Amazon Kindle Deals. But why?
Stephen King is a master at creating rich, detailed characters usually in just a few paragraphs. The characters in Consumed didn't seem real at any point in the entire novel. It didn't help that all the characters talked like they were teaching a preschool class, explaining everything to the tiniest degree. One of the worst examples of this came when Ben told the librarian love interest that he wrote historical fiction, and then preceded to explain to her what that was. A librarian. And then the librarian love interest responded with "I know what historical fiction is, for I am a librarian." And she was being sincere, and not snaking at a douchenozzle man-splainer.
The stakes in Consumed also felt really low for the main character. In 'Salem's Lot, the vampires targeted Ben personally, torturing him by going after his people. It was a sick game for them and made Ben desperate and scared the heck out of readers. In Consumed, Ben could have left the town at any point to get away from the monster. He kept asking himself why he didn't just leave and I was all "yeah, why don't you?" Mehnke set up a situation where Ben's car was busted, but that's a pretty poor excuse to stay where life is on the line. There was the budding, one-day romance with the librarian, but that seemed slim too. Basically, Ben didn't have a reason to be there, he didn't have a reason to fight a monster, he didn't have a reason to risk near-certain death. So the reader was left going "meh." If the main character of the story had been Jack, an ex-Army guy who's grandmother was killed by the monster sixty years ago, that would have made so much more narrative sense.
There are a limited number of plots I the world. Even more limited when you want to wrote in a genre like horror. But the same basic plots can have wildly differing results. So in conclusion: Go read 'Salem's Lot.