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Just a Little Kiss
Crush # 3

By: Renita Pizzitola

Releasing August 25, 2015

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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.
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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.
GUEST POST with Author Renita Pizzitola

When asked to write about my first kiss, it occurred to me, not only have I not thought about this in a very, very long time, I wasn’t even sure if I could remember much about it! I couldn’t decide if this was a good thing or a bad one, but finally decided maybe a little of both.


It seems as if first kisses usually fall into one of two categories: magical or epic failure. Mine was neither. I unfortunately didn’t have an amazing first kiss like Mason and Felicity share in Just a Little Kiss nor was I forever haunted by it like Brinley and Ryder in Just a Little Crush. It was just…well, a kiss. Which might be a bit disappointing but also kind of relieving. I thankfully didn’t carry any baggage or embarrassment from it, but maybe a few fireworks would’ve been nice. I can recall some of the details, like who the guy was and that it was in the summer. I also remember that we were standing outside and that I was nervous. When it was over, I was probably more excited that I hadn’t screwed it up then about the actual kiss! All in all, it’s not a bad memory but it reality it wasn’t THE kiss that etched itself into my brain.


It seems the one that made a very lasting impression was the first one I shared with my now husband. I can remember exactly where we were, what we were talking about, what I was wearing, and the moment I realized he was going to kiss me. I guess it just goes to show it wasn’t the first kiss that mattered so much as the first kiss I shared with the right person. I guess in a lot of ways, just like for Felicity and Mason, it was a life changing moment…and somewhere inside, a part of me realized that.


Excerpt 4


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.”