Becca Thorpe has uprooted her life and escaped to the beach. Now's her chance to get away from city living, throw caution to the ocean winds, and live in the moment. Especially if the moment includes the deliciously sexy surfer she meets shortly after arriving in Lucky Harbor. Something about the dark intensity of Sam's eyes and the thrill she gets at his touch convinces her to stay awhile.In IT'S IN HIS KISS I had fun making up nicknames for the heroine and hero to call each other. He calls her Tough Girl -- well earned as she is more than a little independent -- cough, stubborn as hell, cough... And she calls him Sexy Grumpy Surfer, also well earned because in the beginning, he is exactly that. Sexy AND grumpy. :) I went on to use other nicknames as well, including Sam calling Becca "Peeper" and not because she has big eyes but because she peeks out her windows in the mornings and watches him surf. Here's an excerpt to explain. ~Jill Shalvis
Boatbuilder and investment genius Sam Brody is a self-made man who knows how dangerous it can be to mix business and pleasure. But he can't resist offering Becca a job just to hear her laugh and have her near. Yet when her brother comes to town asking for help, will he tempt her back to her glamorous life in the city? Or do Sam and little Lucky Harbor have a chance to win Becca's heart?
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“And your name?” Cole asked Becca.
She opened her mouth, but before she could answer Sam spoke for her. “Peeper,” he said. “Her name is Peeper.”
His steely but amused gaze held hers as he said this, which is how Becca finally saw him smile. It transformed his face, softening it, and though he was already ridiculously attractive, the smile—trouble-filled as it was—only made him all the more so. It gave her a little quiver in her tummy, which, as she couldn’t attribute it to either hunger or nerves, was not a good sign.
“Peeper,” Tanner repeated slowly, testing it on his tongue. “That’s unusual.”
Still holding Becca’s gaze, Sam said, “It’s a nickname, because she—”
“It’s my big eyes,” Becca broke in with before he could tell his friends that she’d been caught red-handed watching them like a … well, peeper. “Yeah,” she said. “I’ve bowled him over with my…peepers.”
Sam startled her by laughing, and the sound did something odd and wonderful and horrifying deep inside her, all at the same time. Unbelievably, she could feel herself standing on the precipice of a crush on this guy. She’d been attracted before, of course, plenty of times, but it’d been a while since she’d taken the plunge.
“Sexy Grumpy Surfer,” she clarified.
Cole and Tanner burst out laughing.
SGS just gave her a long, steady, paybacks-are-a-bitch smile.
“Or Grandpa,” Cole offered. “That’s what we call him because he always seems to know the weirdest shit.”
She opened her mouth, but before she could answer Sam spoke for her. “Peeper,” he said. “Her name is Peeper.”
His steely but amused gaze held hers as he said this, which is how Becca finally saw him smile. It transformed his face, softening it, and though he was already ridiculously attractive, the smile—trouble-filled as it was—only made him all the more so. It gave her a little quiver in her tummy, which, as she couldn’t attribute it to either hunger or nerves, was not a good sign.
“Peeper,” Tanner repeated slowly, testing it on his tongue. “That’s unusual.”
Still holding Becca’s gaze, Sam said, “It’s a nickname, because she—”
“It’s my big eyes,” Becca broke in with before he could tell his friends that she’d been caught red-handed watching them like a … well, peeper. “Yeah,” she said. “I’ve bowled him over with my…peepers.”
Sam startled her by laughing, and the sound did something odd and wonderful and horrifying deep inside her, all at the same time. Unbelievably, she could feel herself standing on the precipice of a crush on this guy. She’d been attracted before, of course, plenty of times, but it’d been a while since she’d taken the plunge.
“Sexy Grumpy Surfer,” she clarified.
Cole and Tanner burst out laughing.
SGS just gave her a long, steady, paybacks-are-a-bitch smile.
“Or Grandpa,” Cole offered. “That’s what we call him because he always seems to know the weirdest shit.”
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