I don't even know where to start with this one. Let me just warn you in advance it's going to get pretty vehement. I'll try to keep it coherent.
Okay, so Michael rescues an injured Nicole from her car, which veered off the road during a snowstorm. Almost the first thing he notices about her, despite the situation, despite the blood gushing from her temple and all over her face, is how beautiful she is (duh. This is a romance novel, after all). Later, while trying to save her from hypothermia, her "perfect" nudity distracts him (she does have "perfectly proportioned legs," after all). Is this really something that crosses someone's mind, even a vampire's mind, when a life is in danger? Sheesh, learn to control your hormones a little, you 260-year-old vampire. To be fair, the first thing Nicole notices about Michael is his looks (he is "uniquely masculine," whatever that means). On pg. 71 there is a laughable scene where he's undressing the wound on her head and she wishes he were "undressing a very different part of her body." Hilarious. She can't stop her "wanton thoughts," which is too bad because he is "out of her league." Does no female literary character have any sense of self-worth anymore? I'm no poster child for self-esteem but I never thought a guy was out of my league. If anything, I thought the opposite (ha ha).
Anyway, there's a mutual attraction. Michael wonders how it's possible Nicole is not involved with anyone, because of course it's UNTHINKABLE that a reasonably attractive woman wouldn't have a man attached to her. If she did have a boyfriend, Michael concludes he must be an idiot on pg. 34, because why else would this imaginary boyfriend let Nicole attend a wedding on her own? I'm sure she would have asked permission or risked a black eye, perhaps.
Now that Nicole's life is no longer in danger, Michael seems to be regretting his decision to save her. He yells at her about his privacy and storms off whenever he gets a chance, even knocking pictures off the wall while doing so and not bothering to pick them up, because, even though he's 260 years old, he's still prone to childish rages, apparently. Hey, Michael, if you didn't want Nicole in your house you should have just left her in the snow to die. Or at least made a better attempt at hospitality. As for Nicole, she gets rightly upset about his rudeness, but what did she expect? Run of the house? She should stop trying locked doors and bemoaning the choice of food and be glad she's alive, because really, it was pretty stupid of her to attempt a mountain pass with a coming storm in the first place, no matter what the hotel clerk said.
Of course, Nicole begins to have suspicions about Michael and comes to the conclusion he's a vampire after less than two days and with scant evidence. She decides he NEVER eats or drinks, since she hasn't witnessed him doing so in LESS THAN TWO DAYS. Also, him not having a water glass in the bathroom apparently warrants suspicion. Well, she sees his fangs and red eyes, but thinks that's "impossible." I wish characters would stop doubting themselves and own up to what they see! Anyway, she does find his stash of human blood (conveniently labeled "Human Blood", because evidently the supplier deals in animal blood as well?).
This review is going to go on forever if I keep on like this. Let me just list a few more annoying things: both characters are ridiculously talented and highly accomplished at their various talents, and the book seems like a venue to showcase how awesome Michael is; Nicole silently questions everything (including the lack of a glass in the bathroom); there is a scene where Michael talks about watching Nicole sleep (and WHAT THE HELL IS WITH ALL THE WATCHING-THE-GIRL-SLEEP SCENES IN BOOKS THESE DAYS??? And how is it exciting or gratifying to do so? Jeez); Michael has a boring and predictable backstory and the same characteristics as every vampire ever, yet we are still treated to several pages of a question and answer session between him and Nicole; she apparently went to some crazy college where even undergrads celebrated students who flunked tests and dropped out; lastly, there was a mountain lion attack . . . AND THEN, RIGHT AWAY, A SECOND ONE.
Lastly (again), where is this guy's mythical housekeeper? Better question: why does he even have a housekeeper? He creates more mess and trouble for himself by employing one, since he has to shop for food to keep up appearances and put dishes in the sink every now and then. I know men are messy, but how much mess can a single vampire make? Surely he can clean up after himself. Perhaps he wastes all his energy making his horses run super fast.
Whew.
P.S. Self-loathing is a turn-off. Not to mention tired and frustrating as a character trait. Also, I don't care how luxurious your stupid comforter is.