Jean-Luc "Jack" Courbet is a vampire that was converted to vampirism in 1970s Paris by Phillipe the Maquis de Charnac. He has recently arrived in modern New York to start a New York in the gay community of Greenwich Village.

Writing for one of the city's major newpapers with archaeology pieces, Jack is able to spend most of his evening trolling men. Each chapter seems to be set during an evening in which he finds a willing gay man to serve both as one-night-stand and dinner. It is this habit that starts to make people take notice as people start to think there is a seriel killer stalking the gay community.

His mother, who was turned at the same time as him, arrives in order to blackmail Jack, adding a bit of dimension into this weak attempt at a vampire tale that does not even qualify as erotica since the gruesome murders seem to take on greater focus than the trysts of our Parisian immigre. Jack seems to have no care for getting caught as he literally leaves a trail behind him. It is hard to feel any compassion for Jack since he lacks any of the humanity of most modern vampire protagonists. The call to feel pity for him later in the novel falls flat. I just wished someone would stake him and get it over with.

I was surprised to find that anyone thought it worth it to publish a sequel to this. I know I won't be bothering to try it.