Crave by Melissa DarnellCrave by Melissa Darnell


byMelissa Darnell

Paperback | October 25, 2011

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Savannah Colbert has never known why she's so hated by the kids of the Clann. Nor can she deny her instinct to get close to Clann golden boy Tristan Coleman. Especially when she recovers from a strange illness and the attraction becomes nearly irresistible. It's as if he's a magnet, pulling her gaze, her thoughts, even her dreams. Her family has warned her to have nothing to do with him, or any members of the Clann. But when Tristan is suddenly everywhere she goes, Savannah fears she's destined to fail.

For years, Tristan has been forbidden to even speak to Savannah Colbert. Then Savannah disappears from school for a week and comes backdifferent, and suddenly he can't stay away. Boys seem intoxicated just from looking at her. His own family becomes stricter than ever. And Tristan has to fight his own urge to protect her, to be near her no matter the consequences.

Title:CraveFormat:PaperbackProduct dimensions:432 pages, 8.25 × 5.38 × 1.2 inShipping dimensions:8.25 × 5.38 × 1.2 inPublished:October 25, 2011Publisher:HarlequinLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0373210353

ISBN - 13:9780373210350

Appropriate for ages: 14 - 14


Rated 4 out of 5 by from Vampires Without Werewolves? YES! Let me tell you that I am so so so sick of novels with vampires and werewolves. They've become totally cliché together and on their own. But when you add something unique or just a different supernatural into the mix, you might acutally enjoy them again. Except, I will never read vampires and werewolves together, on their own is perfectly fine. "Crave" begins with some background knowledge on the supernaturals in the story. There are vampires and warlocks/witches you could say? I'm not quite sure if the people in the story able to use magic were warlocks/witches or they were called something else completely. Let's just say they're warlocks/witches. There's been this long feud between the two groups, but a peace treaty has finally been negotiated. The story takes places mostly with The Clann, the group of warlocks/witches. So get used to magic because there are hardly any vampires in this book, so far! Savannah Colbert and her family were once part of The Clann, but somehow they've been banned from all activities including the influential members of The Clann. Savannah is given the grunt of the punishment as majority of her close friends are part of The Clann. Savannah learns that there's more to her heritage than her parents let on, but she cannot let anyone else know about it or she'll have to leave her old life behind and live with her divorced father. Savannah does not want to leave her life and her sort-of boyfriend Tristan Coleman, son of The Clann's leader and soon-to-be leader. Anyone part of The Clann knows to leave Savannah alone, but Tristan can't resist her. Not because he wants to rebel against his parents, but he's loved her ever since they were little kids and feels being separated from her is wrong. While Savannah and Tristan try to be together, The Clann notice something strange going on with Tristan. Majority of the book has Savannah adjusting to her heritage secret while trying to hide it from everyone, but it's kind of hard if she hyptonizes everyone with a glance in the eye. Tristan tries to tell his parents that he wants nothing to do with being The Clann's leader and that he wants to date Savannah, but the whole feud between The Clann and vampires come between the couple.
Date published: 2012-05-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Absolytely Stuning! I really loved this book! I think that The Melissa Darnell did a great job on the plot, setting and characters! So when I first really got into the book, It was absolutely amazing! The author used lots of great detail! Though the book was really good I found the ending sounded like it was rushed to be finished. If I were Melissa I would have woked a little bit more on that ending. But overall I Truly loved it! :D
Date published: 2012-02-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I was hooked right from the first page. I read a good half of the book in the first sitting but after that I had to keep going back to it, because it felt like it was a lot of talking about Tristan and Savannah trying to hide their feelings from each other and too much going back and forth between does he/she like me or not. Get it over with already! That's the only complaint I have, besides that, the book keeps a pretty good pace. You get to see everything from both Savannah and Tristan's point of view. Usually I don't like this very much because it feels like too much skipping around and the characters are off doing something totally different and it takes a bit to get back to where they are. But in Crave, it shows both people's perspectives on the same thing, like what the same kiss felt like from both sides. I really enjoyed reading this. Especially the last few chapters, I couldn't put it down! Savannah and Tristan end up in a bit of trouble, and I actually warmed up to Savannah's dad in the end. I highly recommend this book, it is a vampire book but it's definitely not a Twilight type of vampire story :)
Date published: 2012-01-16
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Interesting Dialogue And Equally Interesting Characters Upon reading up on Crave several months ago I knew it was a novel that I had to read! Savannah and Tristan both sounded so different and unique, my curiosity was killing me. I needed to know their story and I needed to now ASAP! Interesting Dialogue And Equally Interesting Characters Readers can expect to see that Crave, by Melissa Darnell, is told in dual POV - that of Savannah and Tristan, two characters who are forbidden from seeing each other by the Clann. Admittedly, the premise is what struck my interest the most. Typically, mention of forbidden relationships don't always stir the most positive feelings from me, or the most interest for that matter, but oddly enough Crave seemed to cling to me. The synopsis itself was a big ol' mystery all on it's own, leaving the reader absolutely clueless about Savannah's illness or condition. We're just left with an overwhelming idea that she's more then she appears, and I found myself instantly excited and eager to dive in further and discover what exactly was up with Savannah. A Character I Could Love Savannah was a character I could easily relate to. She was open minded, honest and unbelievably strong, a character that handled her trials and struggles far better than I expected. I couldn't help but find her admirable. On second thought, I can't say anything any different about Tristan, either. In fact, both Tristan and Savannah's personalities seemed to compliment each other fairly well. One of the biggest things I enjoyed about Crave was the romance, which wasn't all that typical of one so forbidden and strictly observed. Savannah and Tristan had a back story, a past, and I couldn't help enjoying the rich history that they both shared. Unfortunately the real excitement in Crave didn't begin until I was about 60% through the novel. I couldn't help shaking off the feeling that there was far too much unnecessary build-up and development that the novel would have greatly benefited without. In this case, the lack of excitement is what played a hand in my lack of enjoyment and loss of interest. I found myself putting Crave down several times between 4 days, picking it up only to stumble across the chapters with another overwhelming feeling of disappointment. I was, nonetheless, desperate to reach the good stuff and fortunately, after several chapters, I finally did. Melissa Darnell's Crave proved to be an interesting paranormal novel that held it's very own distinctly unique qualities that I really enjoyed. Unfortunately, the novel's pace and lack of development early on in the novel greatly affected my reading experience and overall enjoyment of the title. Nonetheless, my curiosity stands strong in seeing what the next installment in the Clann series will hold for the characters.
Date published: 2011-10-28
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Love and War In this captivating novel, Darnell tells a beautiful love story about mystery, forbidden love, betrayal and magic. This story really captivates into another world. With different perspectives from Tristan and Savannah the reader is able to understand both emotions and from different views. Savannah and Tristan's love story was really developed. It took them a while to be together (half-way) but we got to see different sides to them when they were together. Tristan is a really gentlemen who really, really cares about Savannah. He doesn't even care about the rules, just as long as he as Savannah. His love for her is Infinity, and he will always love her, even if both of their families try to prevent it. The Clann and the Vampires were at war with each other a long time ago, but if any of the followers cross the line or go near Savannah, it will start another war. I liked this book, it did remind me of Romeo and Juliet, their love didnt go love at first sight, it developed over months. The connection between them was electric. The story was told from both Savannah and Tristan's views which was good because you get to see what the other person was feeling at the moment. Near the end, it really picks up fast with the interactions with her father heritage and The Clann.With the prospect of War in the future because of how rare Savannah is really makes the story even better. With both supernatural and romance, Crave was a great read!! There was some moments that you are rooting for Savannah & Tristan to be together even if their families don't but they are meant to be together! Crave is book #1 in the Clann series when it comes out October 18th and Thank you to Harlequin Teen and Netgalley for providing the book. See other reviews located on my blog:
Date published: 2011-09-29

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SavannahThe last day I was fully human started off like any other April Monday in East Texas. Oh, sure, there were all kinds of warning signs that my entire world was about to come crashing down around me. But I didn't recognize them until it was too late.I should have known something major was wrong when I woke up that morning feeling like utter crap, even though I'd just snagged a full nine hours of sleep. I'd never been sick before, not even with the flu or a cold, so it couldn't be anything like that."Good morning, dear. Your breakfast is on the table," Nanna greeted me as I shuffled into the kitchen. As usual, she was the ultimate in contradictions, her voice and smile a Southern mixture of sweetness and steel. Like your favorite old baby blanket wrapped around a mace. "Eat up. I'm going to go find my shoes."I nodded and plopped down into one of the creaky chairs at the table. When it came to cooking, Nanna rocked. And she made the absolute best oatmeal in the world, maple and brown sugar with a ton of butter just the way I liked it. But it tasted like flavorless mush today. I gave up after two bites and dumped it in the trash can under the sink seconds before she came back."Finished already?" she asked before slurping her tea. The sound grated over my nerves."Um, yeah." I set the bowl and spoon in the sink, keeping my back turned so she couldn't see the blush burning my cheeks. I was a horrible liar. One look at my face and she'd know I'd just thrown out the breakfast she'd made me."And your tea?"Oops. I'd forgotten my daily tea, a blend that Nanna made just for me from the herbs she spent months growing in our backyard. "Sorry, Nanna, there's no time. I still have to fix my hair.""You can do both." She held out my mug, her cheeks bunched into a bright smile that didn't do much to disguise the snap in her eyes.Sighing, I took the cup with me to the bathroom, setting it on the counter so I could have both hands free to do battle with my wild, carrot-colored curls."Drink your tea yet?" she asked ten minutes later as I finished taming my hair into a long ponytail."Nag, nag, nag," I mumbled."I heard that, missy," she called out from the dining room, making me smile.I chugged the cold tea, set down the empty mug with a loud thump she'd be sure to hear, then headed for my bedroom to grab my backpack. And nearly fell over while trying to pick it up. Jeez. I must have forgotten to drop off a few books in my locker last week. Using both hands, I hefted a strap onto my shoulder and trudged back down the hall.Nanna was at the dining table digging through her mammoth purse for her keys. That would take a while. "Meet you at the car?" I said.She gave an absentminded wave, which I took for a yes, so I headed through the living room for the front door.As usual, Mom had been on the couch for hours already, talking on her cell phone while drowning in stacks of paperwork and pens she'd be sure to lose under the sofa cushions by the end of the day. Why she couldn't work at a desk like every other safety product sales rep was beyond me. But the chaos seemed to make her happy.Even as she ended one call, her phone squalled for attention again. I knew better than to wait, so I just waved goodbye to her."Hang on, George." She hit the phone's mute button then held out her arms. "Hey, what's this? No 'good morning, Mom,' no hug goodbye?"Grinning, I crossed the room and bent over to hug her, resisting the urge to cough as her favorite floral perfume flooded my nose and throat. When I straightened up again, my back popped and twinged."Was that your back?" she gasped. "Good grief, you sound worse than your nanna today.""I heard that," Nanna yelled from the dining room.Smothering a smile, I shrugged. "Guess I practiced too much this weekend." My beginner ballet and jazz classes would be performing in Miss Catherine's Dance Studio's annual spring recital soon. As the days ticked down to my latest impending public humiliation, I'd kind of started freaking out about it."I'll say. Why don't you take it a little easier? You've still got two weeks till the recital.""Yeah, well, I need every second of practice I can get."That is, if I wanted to improve enough to avoid disappointing my father yet again."You know, killing yourself in the backyard isn't going to impress your father, either."I froze, hating that I was so transparent. "Nothing impresses him." At least, not enough to earn a visit from him more than twice a year. Probably because I was such a screwup at sports. The man moved like a ballroom dancer, always light and graceful on his feet, but I didn't seem to have gotten even a hint of those genes in my DNA. Mom had tried enrolling me in every activity she could think of over the years to help me develop some grace and hand-eye coordinationsoccer, twirling, gymnastics, basketball. Last year was volleyball. This year it was dance, both at Miss Catherine's Dance Studio and at my high school.Apparently my father was fed up with my lack of athletic skill, judging by Mom's argument with him over the phone last September when I began dancing. He really didn't want me to take dance lessons this year. He must have thought they were a waste on someone as uncoordinated as me.I was out to prove him wrong. And so far, failing miserably.Mom sighed. "Oh, hon. You really shouldn't worry so much about making him happy. Just dance for yourself, and I'm sure you'll do fine.""Uh-huh. That's what you said last year about volleyball." And yet, in spite of taking her advice to "just have fun," I'd still ended up hitting a ball through the gym's tile ceiling during a tournament. When the broken pieces had come crashing down, they'd almost wiped out half my team. That had sort of ended the fun of volleyball for me.Mom bit her lip, probably to keep from laughing at the same memory."Found 'em!" Nanna sang out in triumph from the dining room. "Ready to rock and roll, kid?"Sighing, I pulled up my backpack's slipping strap onto my shoulder again. It scraped at my skin through my shirt, forcing a hiss out of me. Youch. "Maybe I should grab an aspirin before we go.""Absolutely not." Nanna strode into the room, keys jingling in her hand. "Aspirin's bad for you."Huh? "But you and Mom take it all the t—""But you don't," Nanna snapped. "You've never taken that synthetic crap before, and you won't start polluting yourself with it now. I'll make you more of my special tea instead. Here, take my purse to the car and I'll be right there."Without waiting for a reply, she shoved her forty-pound purse into my hands and headed for the kitchen. Great. I'd be late for sure. Again."Why can't I just take an aspirin like everyone else in the world?"Mom smiled and picked up her phone.Four very long minutes later, Nanna finally joined me in the car. She thrust a metal thermos into my hand. "There, that ought to fix you right up. Be careful, though. It's hot. I had to nuke it."I bit back a groan. Nanna hated the microwave. The only button she'd learned how to use was the three-minute auto-heat. I'd be lucky if the tea cooled off at all before we reached my school, even if it was a ten-minute drive.We lived in a small, somewhat isolated nest of houses five miles outside of town. As I blew on my tea to cool it, I watched the rolling hills pass by, dotted here and there with solitary houses, big round bales of hay, and cows in all shades of red, brown and black. Out here, the thick pine trees that had once covered all of East Texas had been cut back to make room for ranches that were now broken only by rows of fences, mostly of barbed wire, sometimes wide slats of wood turned gray by time and the weather. You could breathe out here.But as we neared the city limits, the strips of trees became thicker and showed up more often, until we passed through a section of nothing but pines just before reaching the junior high and intermediate schools. The first traffic-light intersection marked the start of downtown Jacksonville, where all of a sudden it became nothing but streets and business after business, mostly single-story shops and a few three- and four-story buildings for the occasional bank, hotel or hospital. And more pines winding around and through every area of housing large and small, even butting up against the edges of the basket factory and near the Tomato Bowl, the brownstone open-air stadium where all the home football and soccer games were held.I used to love my hometown with its cute boutiques and shops full of antiques where Nanna sold her crocheted designs. I even used to love the town's ribbons of pines and the way the wind in the trees added a subtle sighing to the air. When the fields of grass and hay turned brown and dead in the winter, you could always count on the pines to keep Jacksonville colorful all year long.But the town's founding families, locally referred to as the Clann due to their Irish ancestry, had ruined it for me. Now when I heard the wind in the trees, it sounded like whispering, as if the trees themselves had joined the town's grapevine of gossips. Those gossips had probably produced the long line of famous actors, singers, comedians and models that Jacksonville's relatively small population of thirteen thousand residents was so proud of. Growing up here, where everybody talked about everybody else, either made you want to live here forever or run away and become something special just to prove the gossips and the Clann wrong.I wasn't sure I wanted to be famous. But I definitely wanted to run away.We made the daily turn through the neighborhoods that led to Jacksonville High School, the drive made shady by still more pines and a few hardwoods that lined the modest streets. And then the blue-and-yellow home of the JHS Indians exploded into view, its perimeter choked by woods thick and shadowed, and I felt my shoulders and neck tense up.Welcome to my daytime prison for the next four years, complete with a guard shack and a guard who lowered a heavy metal bar across the driveways on the dot of 8:00 a.m. every weekday, forcing you to accept a tardy slip in order to gain entrance when you were late. Unlike a teacher who might be convinced to let you slide, the guard was notoriously without mercy, ruling our school's entrance as if it were the gates to some medieval castle.If JHS were a castle, then its royalty would definitely be the twenty-two equally merciless Clann kids who ruled the rest of the campus.The Clann kids had probably learned their bullying tactics from their parents, who ran this town and a good portion of Texas, inserting themselves into every possible leadership role from county and state even to federal government levels. Local rumor had it that the only way the Clann could do this was by using magic, of all things. Which was total bull. There was nothing magical about the Clann's power-hungry methods. I should know. I'd had more than enough of their kids' idea of "magical" fun at school. After graduation, I was so out of here.While Nanna pulled up to the curb by the main hall doors, I sucked down a quick slurp of tea, adding a burnt tongue to my list of pains for the day."Better take that with you." Nanna nodded at the thermos. "You should feel it kick in pretty soon, but you might need more later.""Okay. Hey, don't forget, today's an A day, and I have algebra last period, so—""So pick you up in the front parking lot by the cafeteria. Yeah, yeah. I'm old, not senile. I think I can keep up with your alternating A-B schedule." Her twinkling green eyes nearly disappeared as her plump cheeks bunched higher into a wry smile.The front parking lot was closer to my last class on A days. The first class in five years that I'd shared with Tristan Coleman"Savannah?" She shifted the car into Drive then looked at me with raised eyebrows, a silent prod to get moving. I climbed out into the pine-scented warmth of the morning, shut the door and gave her a wave goodbye.Tristan.His name echoed through my head, fuzzing up my mind with old memories and emotions. An answering tingle rippled up the back of my neck and over my scalp. Ignoring it, I stuffed the forbidden thoughts back into their imaginary box and turned to face the main hall doors. The day was sure to be miserable enough without my stewing over backstabbing traitors like him.Sure enough, I shoved through the main hall's heavier-than-normal glass front doors and slammed right into the Brat Twins, two of the Clann's worst members. Yep, the perfect start to a fabulous day."Watch where you're going, idiot!" Vanessa Faulkner said, brushing off imaginary dirt from her latest Juicy Couture purse."Yeah, try looking before you just barrel in," Hope, her mirror-image sister, added. She reached up and patted her perfect platinum curls, the tiny mole to the left of her smirk the only difference between the two sisters.I glanced around. We already had an audience for my daily humiliation. Great. My hands itched to try and smooth my own wild curls as my stomach twisted into knots. Why did the Brat Twins have to treat me like this? Just because I couldn't get a tan? Because my hair was the wrong color, too frizzy, not shiny enough?"Well? Aren't you at least going to say you're sorry?" Vanessa demanded.For a moment, the anger drowned out everything else. What would happen if I slapped that smirk off her face? She couldn't go crying to her precious Clann for the usual revenge. Nanna was retired, Mom worked for a Louisiana-based company and my father owned a national historical-home restoration business. The Clann couldn't touch my family.Or could they? Several members of the Clann were politicians at the federal level. And Louisiana was within easy reach of East Texas. So maybe they did have enough connections to at least get Mom fired. Crap.