title: French Kiss (Diary of a Crush, Book 1)
author:  Sarra Manning 
description: Gr. 8-11. Fluffy romance fans will be delighted by this first title in the Diary of a Crush trilogy highlighting the misadventures of 16-year-old Edie, a precocious English schoolgirl who falls for older art student Dylan. Dylan is drop-dead gorgeous, moody, and well known as a player who breaks girls' hearts. Against the odds (Dylan's past and present girlfriends, Edie's new boyfriend), Dylan and Edie are drawn together, and they steal secret kisses whenever possible. But Dylan has serious commitment issues and refuses to go public. Will their photography class' five-day jaunt to romantic Paris inspire Dylan to state his intentions? Don't look for much depth or character development in this quick, highly digestible, junior chick-lit read. Do expect girls to gobble it down and ask for more. There's lots of French kissing, and a little groping, but confirmed abstinence wins out. <i>Debbie Carton</i><br /><i>Copyright  American Library Association. All rights reserved</i>
zlib_text: Table of Contents
  Title Page
  New Year’s Kiss
  Copyright
  Thank You!
  Dedication
  Chapter One
  Chapter Two
  Chapter Three
  Chapter Four
  Chapter Five
  Chapter Six
  Chapter Seven
  Chapter Eight
  Chapter Nine
  Epilogue One
  Epilogue Two
  About the Author
  Books by Pixie
  
  New Year’s Kiss
  By Pixie Chica
  
  New Year’s Kiss
  by
  Pixie Chica
  Sunshine Latimer
  Those women that patiently wait for their man to make the first move…that's not me. When I want
  something, I go all in.
  And I want the sexy, quiet, scarred giant that sits in my bakery every day at noon. The problem is he's
  shy…like no one I've ever met.
  It's a good thing I'm outgoing enough for the both of us. Now to let him know…this is happening…
  whether he's ready or not.
   
  Brooks Samson
  The little fairy with the mile-wide smile makes me feel things I don't quite understand. I came upon
  her little shop by chance, and now I spend every day soaking up her sweetness.
  I'll never tell her how I think of her all the time. Or that at night I dream of her. No, so