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.
BFF K’s Review
Episode 5 sets up just like the next to last episode of a good TV show. I have a feeling the groundwork is laid for an explosive season finale! In this episode, I LOVED the interactions of Bear and Skyler. They’re my favorite non-couple-couple! And, I continue to be frustrated with Adam and Skyler. They like each other and might be a fine pairing. But Skyler and Adam aren’t willing to commit to each other and Adam just won’t leave Cassie alone. He’s messing with her head whether he means to or not. But, there were great advancements in the stories for both Ashlei and Jess and Jarrett. I’m anxious to see how this season ends – just one more week to go until the final episode of season 1!
An ARC was received in exchange for an honest review.
“Are you okay?”
“Peachy,” I remark, snatching my board from the ground. The quick motion of bending over and standing upright again sends me spinning and Jarrett’s hands find my waist to steady me again. “My phone on the other hand, not so much.”
At that, Jarrett’s lips twitch into a devilish smirk. “It was a necessary casualty.”
My heartbeat quickens and my mouth feels like I swallowed cotton. I know Jarrett can sense it. He feels my nerves. He can feel me trembling. I know, because he’s smirking wider now, his dark eyes hooded in a mixture of lust and amusement. When he bites his lower lip and drags his teeth along the tender flesh, my eyes flutter closed before I realize what I’m doing.
“I can buy you a replacement, if you’d like,” he adds, but he says it huskily and I know it’s on purpose. “We could go to the mobile store on campus after class Wednesday.”
“It’s fine,” I say, snapping out of my trance. “It’s already being fixed.” Why is my voice shaking? Why am I staring at him like he’s stark ass naked instead of fully clothed in a tight gray t-shirt and basketball shorts? Wait… he’s wearing basketball shorts? My eyes fall lower and I can clearly see the outline of him straining beneath them.
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
Really? Like really?
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