Monday, August 24, 2015

*** Review & Giveaway For JUST A LITTLE KISS Crush #3 Renita Pizzitola ***

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, 
please consider leaving a review. The Authors really like it 
when you tell them, they value your opinions too.

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 didnt 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. Im ready to crash in my car at
this point. The worst part is Im 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 couldnt sleep
either . . . I was out here and, well . . . I hope you dont 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. “Ill try anything.”

She smiled. “Hang on, Ill 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. Whats in it? Or is it a secret recipe?”

She smiled. “Its lavender, peppermint and some other stuff
I cant 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 wouldnt be
surprised if the guys put you up to this.”

With a laugh, she shook her head. “I promise its to help. But
I wouldnt 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. Youll need it out there.”

“Thanks.” I sighed at the reminder. “Cant really pretend Im
excited about that. How long before it works?”

“Not long. Of course, its 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. Im 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, Ive been deep-sea fishing twice
in my life. Last time was three years ago. I have no clue what I’m doing.
Well . . . its 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 Im not much help.”

Felicity smiled. “It wont be that bad. The crews friendly, and
Im sure theyll appreciate the help either way.”

I fought back a grin. “So are you always this nice? Because
we both know Im a liability out there.”
“Its 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.”
“Youll 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 dont throw me overboard, Ill see you tomorrow.”
She turned, but paused and glanced back. “Hey, Mason?”
“How long are you in town?”
“Six weeks.”
“Itll 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.

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