JUST A LITTLE KISS
Crush #3
Renita Pizzitola
Releasing Aug 25th, 2015
Loveswept: FLIRT
I was given this book to read, and it was a good read. this is
a sweet little romance. I have not read the other books in
this series, but based on this book I plan to read them. Both
Felicity and Mason have both lost the loves of their lives, or
so they thought. I have to say I found her rules she set for
herself, a little strange almost like she never wanted to risk
her heart again. And this was her way of protecting herself.
And once Mason finds out about the rules he tries to help her
break them as he just might get to her heart. Now i will not
say more as it will spoil the story for you. But I hope you
enjoy this book as much as
I did. If you did like this book,
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In the sizzling new novel of Renita Pizzitola’s Crush
series, Felicity knows that “Summer Boys” are only
good for one thing. But what if hooking up with the right
guy could lead to a fresh start?
Like most of the residents of her dead-end beach town,
Felicity Daniels doesn’t know what she wants from her future.
Instead of college, she’s waiting tables at the local grille
where she’s more likely to run into the guy who was the love
of her life—until one decision changed everything. Now as
this year’s tourist season kicks in to high gear, Felicity
realizes that whatever she wants isn’t going to be found here.
Mason Hayes is the quintessential Summer Boy: hot,
impulsive, and born without strings attached. While in town
helping with the family fishing charter, he plans to have a little
fun—and hopefully get over a certain girl. He’s never had
a long-term relationship, but when he meets Felicity, he
wonders if he’s found the girl who could change that.
With her heart still in repair, Felicity’s happy to have
a distraction like Mason, but her best friend thinks he could
also be her ticket out of this town. What’s the harm in using
him to escape more than just her boredom? After all, he is
just a Summer Boy, and they never stick around. But after
one kiss, Felicity wonders if only one summer with Mason will
ever really be enough.
“Hey, there.”
I spun at the sound
of a girl’s voice. Not overly loud but way
too chipper for—what
time was it? Two, maybe three in the
morning? Who the hell
was even up at this time, besides me?
I squinted, trying to
make out the approaching figure.
“Hey, uh . . . I didn’t
realize anyone else was out here.”
Her silhouette slowly
came into view on the neighboring boat.
She tucked her hair
behind her ear but it did nothing to tame
the waves tumbling
over her shoulders. And it hit me . . .
I knew that hair. I
knew that body. Hell, I’d even memorized the
face to go with it.
God knows I’d spent enough time staring at
it this afternoon. I
cleared my throat then said, “You’re—”
“Colby’s friend.” Her
words came out too quick, almost
nervous, then she
added, “And from the restaurant.”
Yep, I knew exactly
who she was, and I’d also committed her
name to memory in
hopes of getting just this chance.
“Felicity,” I said.
It was too dark to
make out the subtle features of her face,
but I was pretty sure
a smile appeared, which almost helped
me forget about my
stomach being so wrecked.
What was she doing
out here? Not that I minded the surprise
visit, but it was the
middle of the night, so did that mean . . .
“Do you live out
here? On a boat?”
“Yeah.” She shifted
and tucked her hair back in another failed
attempt to manage a
curl. The slight shift brought her into
better view under the
pier lighting. And it was confirmed. Her
lips were curved into
a sweet smile.
I felt my own mouth
twitch up, mirroring her expression,
despite the headache
from hell and my lingering desire to
jump overboard.
“This is my family’s
boat.” She semi-shrugged, “But sleeping
on the water takes
some getting used to.”
I shook my head,
convinced I wasn’t cut out for life on the
water. “Not sure I
ever will. I’m
ready to crash in my car at
this point. The worst
part is I’m
supposed to be up in a few
hours to head out
there.” I nodded toward the ocean.
She glanced at the
water then back at me. “I couldn’t sleep
either . . . I was
out here and, well . . . I hope you don’t mind
the intrusion.” She
stammered over her words then lifted her
hand that was holding
something. A bottle? “I have this old
family recipe for
motion sickness,” she went on. “It really
helps if you want to
give it a try.”
She probably thought
I was such a wuss for not being able to
handle a night on the
water but, hell, I wasn’t too proud to
accept whatever cure
I could find. “I’ll
try anything.”
She smiled. “Hang on,
I’ll
walk it over.”
“I can grab it.” I
climbed over the boat railing then stepped
onto the wooden pier
separating us and forced my feet to
steady. Going from
rocking to firm land actually made me feel worse.
I took a deep breath
then walked the few steps across the
pier to her boat,
trying to find my bearings again. The
phantom rocking
slowly subsided, and I relaxed a bit.
“Here you go.” She
handed me a small glass bottle.
“What do I do with
it?” I held it in the light of the pier. Oil
sloshed around the
sidewall.
“You rub a little
behind your ears.” She gestured to the soft
spot right above her
jaw, and my gaze tracked her finger then
slowly drifted down
her neck.
I could think of a
few other ways to take my mind off motion
sickness. Of course,
none of those would help with the fact
that I needed to be
ready to work in a few hours. Fuck. And
with that little
reality check, I twisted the cap off the vial and
sniffed the contents.
It was minty but also kind of sweet.
“Smells good. What’s
in it? Or is it a secret recipe?”
She smiled. “It’s
lavender, peppermint and some other stuff
I can’t
remember.”
“And I put it on like
this?” I capped the bottle with my index
finger, flipped it
upside down then rubbed the oil behind my
ear. “Or are you
totally screwing with me?” I teased.
“Because this does
smell a bit like perfume, and I wouldn’t be
surprised if the guys
put you up to this.”
With a laugh, she
shook her head. “I promise it’s to help. But
I wouldn’t
put it past those guys to mess with the newbie, so
keep your guard up.”
I recapped the bottle
and reached to hand it back.
“Keep it. You’ll need
it out there.”
“Thanks.” I sighed
at the reminder. “Can’t really pretend I’m
excited about that.
How long before it works?”
“Not long. Of course,
it’s
better if you use it as a preventative,
so you may want to
put it on again before you head out.”
I shoved the bottle
into the pocket of my shorts. “I have no
idea why I agreed to
this. I’m
going to get eaten alive out
there,” I muttered,
more to myself than anything else.
“Is this your first
time working on a charter boat?”
I glanced back at
her. “Uh, I’ve
been deep-sea fishing twice
in my life. Last time
was three years ago. I have no clue what I’m doing.”
“Well . . . it’s
nice of you to help your uncle.”
Help my uncle. Yeah.
That made my reasons seem much
less personal and a
whole lot more selfless, although . . .
“After tomorrow, he
may decide I’m
not much help.”
Felicity smiled. “It
won’t
be that bad. The crew’s friendly, and
I’m
sure they’ll
appreciate the help either way.”
I fought back a grin.
“So are you always this nice? Because
we both know I’m a
liability out there.”
“It’s
all the waitressing, I guess.”
She was killing me
with that smile. And maybe it was mind
over matter, but my
nausea also seemed to be subsiding,
and the headache was
more of a dull pressure along my
forehead. Now if only
I had something to look forward to after
my first day of work
. . . “If I survive out there, maybe you can
join me in a
celebratory drink.”
“You’ll survive.”
“So is that a yes?”
She paused, her lips
parted slightly as if I’d completely
caught her off guard
with my invitation. So I asked again,
“Join me for a
drink?”
“Um . . . sure.”
I cocked a grin,
happy to have gotten at least one shot at her,
and patted my pocket
as I backed across the pier. “Thanks
for the family
remedy.” I hopped over the railing of my boat.
“And if the guys don’t
throw me overboard, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She turned, but
paused and glanced back. “Hey, Mason?”
“Yeah.”
“How long are you in
town?”
“Six weeks.”
“It’ll
be nice having a neighbor for the summer.”
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Renita Pizzitola is the author of New Adult contemporary
romance and Young Adult fantasy. When not writing, she
can be found feeding her caramel macchiato addiction and
reading just about anything she can get her hands on. She
lives in Austin, Texas, with her husband and two children.
romance and Young Adult fantasy. When not writing, she
can be found feeding her caramel macchiato addiction and
reading just about anything she can get her hands on. She
lives in Austin, Texas, with her husband and two children.
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