Ahhhh, it’s alive guys! Er, I mean, it’s LIVE – it’s live! You can read the first episode of Palm South University: Season Two RIGHT NOW.
This is the first episode of the season and you can grab it for just 99 pennies here.
Drama. Lies. Sex.
Welcome to Palm South University.
The weather isn’t the only thing heating up in South Florida. At a school where fraternities and sororities don’t exactly play by the rules, relationships are bound to be tested. Parties and sex are definitely key ingredients in the Palm South recipe, but what happens when family issues, secret lives, and unrequited love get tossed in the mix?
Follow Cassie, Bear, Jess, Skyler, Erin, Ashlei, and Adam as they tackle college at a small, private beach town university. Written in television drama form, each episode of this serial will pull you deeper and deeper into the world of PSU.
Where the sun is hot and the clothes are scarce, anything can happen.
Check out what people are saying about episode 1:
“Episode One is hotter and has more angst than the first season; I have a feeling that Season Two is going to burn my kindle with its heat.” – Author Groupies
“If you haven’t read Season 1, fix that immediately by binging ASAP and then jump right into Season 2. A new episode will release every Tuesday, they’re just $0.99 or FREE with Kindle Unlimited. Please, please, please, pick these up so I have more people to talk about this craziness with!” – BFF Book Blog
“If episode 1 is any indication about what the rest of the season is going to be like, we are in for lots of fun.” – The Book Hoarders
And now, a little sneak peek excerpt!
“I’m just saying, you’re not living if you’ve never tried a finger in the ass before,” Jess says with a shrug, not the least bit ashamed, just as I reach the small table in the middle of our campus coffee shop.
I blink, dropping my bag into the only open chair. “Well, conversation at Joe’s has certainly progressed.”
Jess smirks, waggling her eyebrows at Ashlei who just shakes her head. I try to fight back my own smile, but give up when Jess starts fingering her donut.
“Gross, J-Love!” Erin tosses her napkin and it hits Jess square in the nose, but she just laughs and keeps violating her pastry.
Cup O’ Joe’s is a small coffee house, dimly lit and walls peppered with local student art. The open roof and piping paired with the wood and rustic furniture give it a modern, hip vibe. It’s one of my favorite places on campus to study, and I talked the girls into meeting for coffee this morning before my second class. Spring semester has already kicked off and we had yet to all be together outside of sisterhood functions, so I wanted us to make time to catch up.
Jess demonstrating anal on a glazed donut wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.
“I think I’m with Jess on this one,” Skyler chimes in. “I mean, I’m not saying it needs to get crazy. Just a little boop, you know what I mean?” Skyler and Bo crack up laughing while Erin covers her face with her hands. Ashlei smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her soft brown eyes. She seems off.
“I’m grabbing coffee. Anyone need a refill?”
They all shake their heads, holding up full cups. Retrieving my wallet from my Vera Bradley messenger bag, I take my place in line, scanning the menu.
It feels kind of strange being back at Palm South, especially after how my first semester ended. I shift at the thought of Clay and Paris, but shake it off quickly. Winter Break was my time to regroup. I opened up to my older sister about what happened – everything from losing my best friend to losing my v-card to a complete douchebag. Surprisingly, she had some pretty great advice. The best piece being that, at least for freshman year, I should just avoid boys in general and focus on myself.
So that’s exactly what I’m doing.
No boys, no drama — that’s the way it works. And I am more than looking forward to being drama-free.
“Excuse me,” a smooth voice says over my shoulder. I turn in place, swallowing when I see the exotic creature the voice belongs to. “Just going out on a limb here, but are you by chance a caramel latte girl?”
My mouth is so dry. Why can’t I swallow? Is it hot in here? Oh God, I hope I’m not sweating.
I’m totally sweating.
Of course, this creature picks the semester I choose to be boy-free to waltz up behind me in line at the coffee shop. His long chestnut hair is pulled back into a messy bun, giving me full access to stare into his glorious blue eyes. They’re peppered with flecks of gold, and I’m sure he’s some sort of god. He’s just standing there, crooked smile beneath his beard, tattoos lining the muscles of his right forearm like a warning sign to the mortals. The way the sun is streaming through the tinted windows of the coffee shop illuminate him in a way that lets me know I’d be cursed if I touched him.
Probably dead if he touched me.
