So, my feelings about the romance here can be summed up by a few lines from
this review(which is a "backstage" discussion between the characters):
Butch: Me, too. This “your angst, my angst” thing is way tiring, you feel me?
Marissa: Frankly, I’m a little tired of feeling you. You’re all up my skirt with lust ahoy and then in the next chapter, if it’s not about some blonde baby powder monster man, you’re freaking out about your own worth or some shit, so you get drunk and you blow me off.
Butch: Hey, that’s how it’s written.
Marissa: I’m just saying, if I were an actual woman, I’d have kicked your ass to the curb by now with this, “I want you so much my balls are on fire but I’m not worthy of you” routine. You go get drunk off your ass and whine for awhile while I consider my perfect yet lonely life? Boring.
Butch: What can I say? I’m a sensitive man beneath a crusty exterior, both of which are intimidated by your beauty and perfection.
Marissa: Perfection? Please! I’ve never had an orgasm and don’t know what my vagina is for.
Yup, that's basically the best explanation for the romance.
But really, never before have I seen an author so cheerfully, rabidly and shamelessly rip into her genre of choice. Lately, I have been pondering her writing method. My current theory is that she turns on Buffy(probably season 6) whips out a couple bad vampire romance novels to read, starts downing vodka, takes note of the worst cheesy cliche things, downs some more vodka, and then goes at it.
As much as she mocks her books(and cheerfully admits the heroines are Mary Sues and that Butch is a Gary Stu--THE ULTIMATE GARY STU!!) and vampire romances in general, I will never in this lifetime be convinced that it's not all deliberate.
Then there's her author's pic in the back. It scares me. Ward stares out at me like "llllooooookkkk aaaatttt mmmmmeeeee...I will devour your soul and make you read my books for all eternity." It explains all the rabid fans who think they're reading high quality vampire romances. As opposed to deliberately bad ones viciously ripping into everything about the genre. Which is why the people who I know read them(without understandably fleeing in terror) do read them. Because if you don't flee in terror THEN THERE IS NO ESCAPE FOR YOU! EVER! YOU WILL READ AND STARE AT THE BOOKS FOR ALL ETERNITY WONDERING WHAT ON EARTH YOU'RE READING!!!
I'd say I want my soul back, but then I'd miss the sheer, viscious crack.