Sarina Bowen

USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance

Sarina Bowen is the author of contemporary romance and new adult fiction, including The Ivy Years Series, The Year We Fell Down, The Year We Hid Away, and also the Gravity series.

Other spellings: Sabrina Bowen, Serena Bowen

Your Questions about Studly Period Answered

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Q: Do I need to read The Ivy Years books first?

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A: Not at all. The narrator of Studly Period is a freshman at Harkness college, and she doesn't know anyone, either! So it's totally find to read this one as a standalone.

Note: the first Ivy Years book is free right now! At Amazon | iBooks | Kobo | Nook | Google

Q: Who is Pepe again?

A: He first appears in The Understatement of the Year as a freshman. Then his funniest scene is in The Shameless Hour. (I put an excerpt here if you're curious.) He's also dancing on a coffee table in The Fifteenth Minute, with Lianne.

Q: How many chapters will Studly Period be?

A: Seven, plus an epilogue!

Q: Why aren't any of the chapters in Pepe's point of view?

A: Pepe is a native French speaker, and that presents a unique narrative challenge here. In English he has a very distinct voice, which is captured in all his dialogue. But he thinks in French. So if I wrote his point of view in English, it wouldn't sound like Pepe, because Pepe has no accent and is very articulate and grammatically accurate in his mother tongue. So in order to avoid having alternate chapters sound so different, I'm telling the story in Josephine's voice. Bonus: Josephine is a hoot!

Q: Are you going to publish it as an ebook later? Are you going to publish it as a paperback?

A: At this moment I'm really not sure. It depends on the total length and on whatever else my publication schedule will bring. We'll see!

Q: How could you end Chapter Four like that?

A: Honestly I didn't know I was a meanie until I began publishing this serial. I think it brought out my dark side. BUT TAKE COMFORT: There are four more chapters, and only one more cliffhanger. So you'll only be angry at me 25% of the time.

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I grab a towel off a waiting stack of them and toss it onto the edge. “You can sit and put your feet in the water.”
She’s wearing a short little knit dress that’s been making me crazy all evening, so it would be easy enough for her to strip off those stockings, sit on the towel, and drop both feet in.
And that’s what she does. She eases one stocking down over a smooth knee and tugs it off.
I don’t want to stand there staring like a middle-school boy. Okay, I do want to. But I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. So I go over to the sound system instead, and I set my phone on the speaker and cue up a really old playlist. One she’ll recognize.

When I turn around again, she’s seated on the towel, both legs hanging down into the churning water. “Ah. Wow.” She looks up at me, her eyes sparkling. “Nice place you got here.”

“Isn’t it?” I toe off my shoes and kick them to the side.
The first song comes on, and it’s a Macklemore tune that we used to play far too often in our first office. Rebecca laughs immediately. “You didn’t! I haven’t heard this playlist in forever. But I’ll bet I still know every transition. Lady Gaga is next.”
“She sure is.”
Rebecca kicks her feet, making a splash. “I have a little confession to make.”
“What’s that?” I loosen my tie and slide the knot out.
“Well…” She grins up at me. “I used to have a crush on you. Back in the early days.”

My hands freeze on the silk fabric. “Get out of town. You did not.”
“No, I really did.” Her cheeks are pink. “That first year especially. But you were taken, and you were my boss. Those two things made it pretty easy to tamp down, when you’re a practical girl like me.”
I walk over and drop down beside her, my back to the water, though, because I’m still wearing trousers and socks. “So how does that work, exactly?”
“What?” She gives me a sidelong glance, but then looks away again and won’t meet my eyes.
“How do you stop wanting someone? I’m a practical person, but I don’t see how that makes it any easier. Nothing seems to mute the raging attraction I have for you.”

Her chin turns quickly toward me, and I seize the opportunity to kiss her. And it only takes one kiss—one slide of my lips over hers, and I’m on fire again.
We’re facing opposite directions, so it’s awkward as hell. But I don’t even care. I take greedy sip after greedy sip of her mouth, until she pulls back to stare at me. Her color is high and her eyes are bright and happy. “This is like Twister.”
“It’s better,” I correct. Lady Gaga comes on, just as Becca said she would. “Are we getting into this pool or what?”
Becca kicks a foot in the water. “I’m tempted. But I don’t have a bathing suit.”
“Oh, snap.”
She smiles and shakes her head. “Are you really getting in?”
“We don’t have to.” I’m never going to pressure her.
Her fingers trail across the surface of the bubbling water. “But this is an adventure, right?”
“Right.” I stand up and remove my socks. She’s watching me. And I can’t read her expression. “What?”
“Just wondering what else you’re going to take off.” She smiles.
“Come here, Sweetheart.” The order rolls off my tongue.
But Rebecca doesn’t blink. She gets up and turns toward me, curiosity in her eyes.

“You tell me. What am I taking off?”

She puts two hands tentatively on my chest, and I make myself be patient. Everything I ever wanted is on the other side of this moment. I just need us to break through this awkwardness—the “will we or won’t we” tension.  

Her fingers find the top button of my shirt. “I’m not getting in the water unless you are.”

That’s a compromise I can live with. I find my lower shirt buttons and work upwards, until we meet in the middle. She pushes the two halves of my shirt apart and runs a hand down my bare chest.

My inner caveman stands up and cheers...

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