I seem to be finding a pattern in these "paranormal romance" novels.

Take (1) girl (who usual doesn't know she is part vampire/werewolf/other because she is an orphan/changeling) and throw her into the seedy underbelly of an alternative universe that lives right along side us (usually in a big city like New York or Boston).

Take (1) boy (who is a full blooded warrior of said-other society (usually vampire/werewolf or combination of the two)) and allow him to stumble upon girl. Oh he has to have a major damsel in distress complex.

Then ... they have to "discover" each other and immediately forget all societial norms and have hot passionate sex which will lead to the first orgasm the girl has ever had. (Of course right?) Then the boy will realize that he can't be with the girl (something about saving her from his world). But of course, they next to have sex again. He must then push her away only to chase after her. Where upon, she will push him away. This pattern continues for a while with a sprinkling of sex thrown in.

Finally, the boy will realize that she is the missing puzzle piece he's been looking for all his life ... and have sex with her then, screaming "MINE!" at the conclusion. (I don't get the neanderthal complex inherent in these books). She will then declare her undying love and they will have little vampires/werewolves/other until the end of time (because of course he is immortal and has done something to insure that she is too).

And I read these why? Oh yeah ... as Kim would say Vampire Porn.