Just a Little Crush: Crush, #1 by Renita Pizzitola with Excerpt and Giveaway

Welcome to my stop for Just a Little Crush, book one in the New Adult contemporary romance Crush series from Renita Pizzitola.  Please be sure to check out the excerpt, and be sure to enter the tour wide giveaway where you could be the lucky winner of a $25 eGift Card of Winner’s Choice Bookseller and FLIRT Mug & Tote.  Do be sure to check the other tour stops for more reviews, excerpts and information!

Book Review:

Everyone wants a bad boy, at least once in their life, and Brinley is no exception.  But she never thought it was possible until she runs into Ryder again.  Ryder, the bane of her high school existence now is pursuing her!

Ryder is far better than his earlier behavior would signal: everyone grows up and realizes what they missed or did wrong, or should.  And he has: and Brinley is just what he wants now: strong, determined, solidly grounded and unimpressed by his reputation.

While not particularly original in construct, Pizzatola has created wonderful characters that are realistic and solid: while both make some pretty awful mistakes (past and present) they do see them, and want to be better and learn.  And that is what your college years are all about- finding who you are, and who you want to be.

And Brinley makes Ryder work for it: she isn’t going to just ‘jump’, she’s been too good for too long to just give over.  Their chemistry and interactions are so palpable, you can feel her heart race and understand her nervousness and questions.  Even more importantly, most of the angst in this story came FROM their interactions and relationship, not long-held deep dark secrets that raise their ugly head at the crucial moment, and I cannot express just how refreshing that was.

Secondary characters are well built, and there are no huge cliffhangers here: you meet and appreciate all the characters, and you see a relationship grow and develop between Brinley and Ryder, with a surprise twist that managed to further deepen their relationship on the way to a happy end.

A solid and clever engaging read that is sure to please NA fans looking for a new author to read.


Just a Little Crush: Crush, #1 by Renita Pizzitola with Excerpt and Giveaway

Title: Just a Little Crush
Author: Renita Pizzitola
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Published by: Flirt, Loveswept
Source: Publisher via NetGalley
Pages: 242
Rated: four-stars
Heat: One FlameOne FlameOne Flame

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Good girls stay away from Ryder Briggs . . . or, at least, they try to. In Renita Pizzitola’s emotional novel of heartache and seduction, one college freshman just can’t get enough.

Brinley Dawson doesn’t drink, she studies—and despite the accusations of her alcoholic mother, she’s still a virgin. But if Brinley’s life is so put together, why is she freaking out to be going to college with the gorgeous, green-eyed jerk she kissed on a stupid dare in high school? Ryder Briggs can have any girl he wants . . . and the rumors say that he does. So why, after publicly embarrassing Brinley four years ago, is he suddenly acting like he’s interested?

Ryder never forgot Brinley. In fact, those perfect seven minutes permanently raised the bar for what a kiss could be. The truth is, Ryder doesn’t dare get too close to anyone. He knows how that worked out for his parents. But when his roommate takes a shot at Brinley, Ryder can’t contain his jealousy. Now he must do the hardest thing he’s ever done: forget about sex and convince Brinley his feelings are real.

Brinley isn’t sure whether she believes Ryder, but for the first time, her body isn’t playing by the rules. Then she discovers that she’s an unwilling part of a cruel game, humiliating her all over again—and Ryder might be to blame. Has Brinley’s little crush turned into a huge mistake . . . or has she found the one guy worth trusting with her heart?


A copy of this title was provided via Publisher via NetGalley for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.

Tasty Excerpt

Ryder leaned against the doorjamb, leaving me very little room to squeeze through. I waited for him to move. He smirked and it caused my heart to flip and flutter. Me?

I was so not this girl. He was about to hook up with someone else. What was wrong with Ryder. 

Of course he was what was wrong with me. He always had been. I hated him. From his dark hair brushing over those green eyes to his kissable mouth stretching into that taunting smile. Our bodies rubbed against each other as I slipped by and I swear he tensed. Or maybe it was me. Damn, he unnerved me. I moved quickly down the hall but a loud bang halted me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Ryder’s hand pressed against the door, blocking Noah. 

Ryder said something I couldn’t quite make out. Noah laughed humorlessly. “Prop the door. I need a smoke.” 

“Hey, there you are.” Mason appeared in front of me. “I was looking for you.” 

“Yeah. Ryder told me,” I answered. Mason scrunched his face, his dark eyes clouded with confusion. 

“He did?” 

 “Yeah. I did.” Ryder was so close I jumped. He stomped past, apparently not planning on staying outside after all. “You should keep a better eye on your girl.” 

“I’m not his girl,” I blurted. My face warmed. 

Ryder looked amused. “Noted.” He opened the door to head back into the party, but paused and stared at Mason. “Regardless, bro, you don’t bring a girl like her to a party like this and leave her alone.”

Ryder shifted his gaze, eyed me up and down, a slight look of disgust on his face, then shook his head and walked into Noah’s suite. 

Embarrassment seared my cheeks. A girl like me? I spun on my heels and darted toward the building entrance. No matter how many years passed, to people like him I’d always just be the girl who didn’t belong. 

“Brinley,” Mason yelled behind me. “Wait up.”

I rubbed my eyes, ensuring no tears had escaped, then turned.He looked angry, probably mad Ryder had humiliated me . . . again. After all, it wouldn’t be a party if Ryder didn’t send me running for the nearest exit, swallowing back tears and clinging to my dignity. 

“What were you doing outside with Noah?” “He wanted to take a walk.” “You shouldn’t have left the party.” 

“Okay. I get it. Everyone made that clear. Stupid little me can’t take care of myself. Geez. Get over it.” I pushed through the exit. 

“Shit,” Mason muttered. “I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant. You aren’t stupid. I am. Ryder was right. I shouldn’t have left you.” 

“I don’t want to talk about Ryder.” Eager to change the subject, I asked, “Did you at least hook up with that girl?” 

“I made a mistake, okay?” He stomped farther ahead. 

“I wasn’t saying that to be a bitch. I was really asking,” I murmured. He spun, stopping me in my tracks. 

“Did Noah try anything?” 

“No. Of course not. We weren’t even there long. Ryder came out right away.” 

“Really? Huh.” 


He shook his head. 

“Nothing.” He started walking again. We reached our dorm and took the elevator up to my floor. “Tell me, Mason. What are you thinking?” 

“That it’s weird he went to find you.” The doors glided open and we exited. “He just wanted to hook up out there. How long had you been looking when you asked for his help?” 

We’d reached my room and I was glad to see no sock hanging from the knob. I was ready for bed. “I didn’t.” 

I stared at him. “Didn’t look long?”

“I didn’t ask for his help.”

“But he said—”

“I know what he said.” 

So, why had he . . . ? 

Mason shook his head and his anger reappeared. “ ‘Night, Brinley. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He stormed off. 

What was his problem? Maybe tonight stirred memories better forgotten for him as well. Though it didn’t seem fair he was taking his anger out on me. Never in a million years would I have imagined we’d run into Ryder at the party. I watched Mason walk away, wondering if I should say something, then decided to just let it go and slipped inside my room. I tugged off my sweater, leaving on the cami I’d worn underneath, and unbuttoned my jeans. I reached around for my phone, but my back pocket was empty. Shit. I shoved my hands into my front pockets. Nothing. I took off my jeans and searched the pockets better. Where had it gone? I carefully examined the floor. 

“Crap,” I muttered. It had to have fallen out when I sat on the curb with Noah. I’d be lucky to find it at all now. It was probably long gone and I’d never be able to afford a new one. Really, this night couldn’t get any suckier. 


About Renita Pizzitola

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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