Every Little Kiss by Susan Hatler

When Wendy Watts left Blue Moon Bay, she vowed never to return to the small coastal town where her parents had abandoned her and her brother. Now she’s a successful Realtor, and a workaholic who stays away from complicated emotions—until her grandmother dies, leaving Wendy the Inn at Blue Moon Bay and mandating that Wendy sell the inn, and put it on the market herself “in person.”

As soon as Wendy arrives in Blue Moon Bay, bad memories, the inn’s poor condition, and her brother’s pleas to save the inn overwhelm her. Then she meets a sexy laid-back stranger on the beach, and Wendy does something she never does . . . she opens up and confides her problems to him. Since Max Huntington’s only in town for one night, Wendy spontaneously kisses him, hoping to be distracted from her troubles for just one evening.

But when Wendy begins the painstaking process of fixing up the inn in order to sell it, Max tells her he’s staying on longer. He’s enchanted by the charming inn and even more with the kisses they shared on the beach. He wants to help her with the repairs, and she reluctantly accepts his offer.

Although she’s determined to remain detached from the allure of her inn, Blue Moon Bay and Max, every repair, every stroll on the beach, and every moment spent with Max, draws her in and reminds her of the local legend she’d believed as a child: that being kissed by the bay under a blue moon will lead to love that lasts forever.

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SUSAN HATLER is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author, who writes humorous and emotional contemporary romance and young adult novels. Many of Susan’s books have been translated into German, Spanish, French, and Italian. A natural optimist, she believes life is amazing, people are fascinating, and imagination is endless. She loves spending time with her characters and hopes you do, too.

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Max’s blue eyes peered down at me. “Do you believe in legends, Wendy?”

I lifted my lashes. “I used to.”

His gaze went upward. “It’s a full moon tonight. Do you know if it’s a blue moon?”

“It’s the second full moon this month, which means it is a blue moon.” My throat went dry. I wanted him to kiss me, but this was crazy. I barely knew him. “But I don’t believe in the legend anymore.”

He caressed my cheek. “Are you willing to risk it, though? One kiss, right here, under a blue moon?”

Every ounce of me knew I should run back inside the inn for safety—not from violent danger, but from the perils of opening my heart. Instead of running, though, I found myself whispering, “Yes . . .”

I lifted up on my toes as he moved toward me, then his mouth captured mine. For a moment, panic rolled through me, but I smacked it down.

My heart was not at risk, because there was no way we would fall in love. Max was leaving Blue Moon Bay in the morning, so my feelings were completely safe. With that settled, I let myself get lost in the kiss.

His lips were warm, soft, and firm. I leaned into him, breathing in the light and faded cologne—obviously expensive—that wafted up from his neck. His shirt was dry while mine was still damp, and our bodies pressed together as he slanted his head and deepened the kiss.

A small breathy sound escaped me as his tongue stroked along my bottom lip. I should not be doing this. Despite my mental reservations, I opened my mouth and tasted him. Oh, yum. Double yum. All of the pain and heartache from today fell away as I focused on Max’s delicious kisses that were making my legs turn all soft and noodle-like.

His fingers skimmed lightly down my neck, making me shiver. Our tongues met and parted, then met again. I couldn’t believe I was kissing a total stranger right here on the beach but a little voice in my head told me to stop worrying about it. I happily obeyed. The rush of heat flowing through me felt way too good to care about anything else.

The fact that I might never see Max again made my passion grow, and our kisses became hungry as his tongue explored mine. We stood for the longest time, kissing, and finally embracing in a body hug that threatened to unhinge me. I wanted this man, with every fiber of my being, and I didn’t know hardly anything about him.

I suddenly wanted the legend to be true, that kissing him at this spot, under a blue moon would make him mine—if only for tonight.