The morbidly monotonous Dullsville has finally become the most exciting place on earth now that Raven is madly in love with her hot vampire boyfriend, Alexander, and a crew of vampires has taken residence in Dullsville’s old mill. Raven discovers Jagger’s plan to open a new club, the Crypt, right here in Dullsville. But is it her dream come true or her worst nightmare? Raven and Alexander have to figure out what the nefarious vampire has in store for Dullsville’s teen and vampire population. Can Raven convince Jagger to listen to her plans to make the Crypt the morbidly magnificent dance club it could be? Will it be safe for mortals and vampires alike?

And as Sebastian and Luna’s relationship heats up, Raven wonders about her own amorous fate: Will Alexander ever turn her? Does he crave her and does he want to spend eternity together? And what does she really want?

With cryptic secrets and cravings, this eighth installment in the Vampire Kisses series is a romantic and mysterious thrill ride.


“Cryptic Cravings” begins with Raven admitting “Dullsville” was “no longer dull” because she’s madly in love with Alexander and witnessed a vampire bite for the first time in her “vampire-obsessed existence.” It took me a page or two to realize Raven wasn’t being sarcastic, her town really is named Dullsville. The town she wishes she lived in, several towns away, is Hipsterville. Schreiber should describe the towns, especially what makes them boring and hip, instead of simply calling them Dullsville and Hipsterville. Ponder that one.


Alexander, the only character that has saved this series for me in the last couple of installments, sort of fell from grace with this new novel, not because he did anything wrong, but because he was more of a shadow than an actual presence in the story; he had no weight, no role, he simply was just there and his confession in the last page came out of nowhere and simply serves as foundation for yet another story based on someone new, totally goth for no reason at all, coming into town and threatening his vampire secret. And Trevor. The story might’ve been passable if it wasn’t for this particular annoyance.

The rest of the book is a rip-roaring rampage towards wondering when the Stephanie Meyer clones will simply piss off. The lack of focus in a now eight part series has hit the point of self-parody. You don’t care about anyone save one character. That character while poorly defined shares a likeable personality and almost exhibits a need to continue with the series.

Don’t confuse casual appreciation with the need to continue with a played-out series. This book is only for the Twi-hards and related girl geekery out there.



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