This is a lovely, heartfelt book full of pining and feels and the slowest of slow burns. It is also the least vampire-y vampire book I've ever read.
Henry Coffey is the aforementioned vampire, already several centuries old when the story starts in 1764. His vampireness is known within his household, as his servants - with whom he has longstanding, familial-type relationships - take it in turn to provide his daily, um, nourishment. Theophilus Essex takes a job as his secretary but is not part of his household; he is, at least initially, unaware of his boss's condition, although he notes certain peculiarities relating most noticeably to (lack of) exposure to direct sunlight. In addition to being an extremely competent secretary, Theophilus is also an accomplished amateur artist, who quickly finds in Henry a new favorite subject.
In an author's note, Evans clarifies that Henry is written with ADHD and Theophilus with autism. I should state here that I have neither firsthand nor caregiving experience with either ADHD or autism, so I can't speak to the rep from those perspectives. But I can say that I loved both Henry and Theophilus as characters, and the interaction and deepening emotional intimacy between them. Henry sees Theophilus first as a puzzle: a stoic, deeply serious young man who works exceptionally well, answers all questions posed to him, but speaks little and, in particular, can never be drawn to give an opinion or state a preference:
Henry had asked his opinion today, on what seemed like thirty subjects - he had read the work of every poet Henry had recounted, and had opinions on none of them; he played no sport and enjoyed no games; he did not frequent coffeehouses or taverns, and had no especial love for music or street theatre; he knew nothing of modern fashion trends nor considered that they should, it seemed to Henry, impact his life. Had he told Henry that he spent his evenings pressed between the pages of a heavy tome like a dried flower, Henry would not have been surprised.
But rather than be put off or offended by this, Henry takes it as a challenge. He endlessly engages Theophilus in conversation, aiming always to make it a dialogue rather than an interrogation; and despite his initial bafflement at this way of carrying on, Theophilus eventually parries back, providing Henry and the reader insight into Theophilus's own ways of thinking, feeling, and acting. And -- again speaking as a reader without firsthand familiarity with either ADHD or autism -- I really loved how Henry and Theophilus are written as "because of" rather than "in spite of": they are who they are, feel how they feel, build the relationship they build, and love how they love because and not despite their ADHD and autism.
And so the story goes, following Henry and Theophilus as they develop a close working relationship that turns into a friendship, colored on both sides by mutual, but unspoken - indeed, repressed and denied - attraction and, eventually, love. Secrets are exchanged: Henry confides that he is a vampire, Theophilus that he is attracted to men (notably, Henry does not share that they have this in common; he fears that this will be interpreted as undue pressure from an employer to an employee). Meanwhile, Theophilus is being epistolarily wooed by Bartholomew Dufresne, a rather verbose rake who he met at Henry's birthday party; while Theophilus has no strong feelings for Dufresne, he is enticed by the opportunity to act on his attraction to men, convinced as he is that his feelings for Henry are one-sided.
Henry, for his part, both loathes Dufresne and the thought of Theophilus being with him, at the same time that he holds himself back from any declarations -- both because of the aforementioned boss-employee dynamic but also, more significantly, because of his deep-seated internalized sense that he is fundamentally unlovable, an unnatural creature with a heart of stone, and therefore undeserving of Theophilus. Henry also fears violating Theophilus the way he was violated when he was made a vampire against his will; the two situations are in no way analogous, but reveal Henry's inability to come to terms with vampirism as something other than transgression and abuse. This is so heartwrenching, knowing that Henry lives with this conviction of wrongness in his making and his being. On Theophilus's side, the hesitation to act comes from a more banal, if no less important reason: he still believes Henry to be attracted to women, and fears that Henry's disdain for Dufresnes (which the reader knows is driven by jealousy) is in fact merely masked disdain for love and intimacy between men. This mutual withholding seems like it will carry on in perpetuity, until finally Theophilus's imminent trip to visit (and, it is implied, be ravished by) Dufresnes in London forces both men's hands. And my god. That scene is So. F'ing. Good.
This is a slooooooow book. Plot-wise, there is really not much going on. It is entirely relationship-driven: primarily, of course, by the relationship between Henry and Theophilus, but also between the two MCs and a handful of minor characters, all of whom feel rounded and real despite very little page time. The slow pace and the long buildup really worked for me in the mood I was in (I knew going in that it was a pine-tastic slow burn), but if you're looking for plot-driven vampire escapades with lots of over-the-top drama, this is probably not the book for you. I mean, there were definitely over-the-top feels: I was HEAVILY INVESTED in Henry and Theophilus, and my god, there was a scene about 65 percent along where I nearly spontaneously combusted despite nothing overtly sexual happening (note "overtly". That scene positively dripped with sex. Master class). And despite knowing that there would be an HEA, I was a nervous wreck when my kindle showed 94 percent and they were still waffling. But if you give this beautiful book a bit of patience and space, you will be so amply rewarded. And/or spontaneously combust into a pile of ash, like a vampire who forgot his parasol.
I should note that the language is quite stylized in a way that takes some getting used to, and that there are some minor editing errors and formatting quirks throughout. This is self-published, and I personally find myself more forgiving to these minor issues in self-pubbed than trad-pubbed books - but YMMV.
All in all, an absorbing, emotional, beautifully written twist on vampire romance full of angst and pining and (contented sigh). Highly recommended.