Two apex predators, magical in nature, nigh-immortal, and competing for the same prey: mankind. And yet their war, their constant species rivalry, must always remain in the shadows lest their common prey catch on to the Masquerade and wipe them out.
And yet, every book that breaches this subject is wholly devoted to things that I could care less about, starting with the covers, which invariably showcase either a shirtless man or a heroine in a navel-exposing top, all the way to the last pages.
As Missy would undoubtedly say to paranormal romance writers, Please try to pull yourself out of the reproductive frenzy of your species and contemplate something greater.