Book Excerpt and Author Guest Post: Phi Alpha Pi by Sara Marks

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This is my stop during the blog tour for Phi Alpha Pi by Sara Marks. This blog tour is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours. The blog tour runs from 14 till 28 May. See the tour schedule here.

Phi Alpha PiPhi Alpha Pi (21st Century Austen #2)
by Sara Marks
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Age category: New Adult, Adult
Release Date: May 28, 2018

Phi Alpha Pi is the oldest and largest sorority on campus and new president Lizbeth has a busy senior year ahead of her. She’s determined to keep her sorority in good standing on campus after a year on academic probation. She’s trying to manage the new sorority house manager, Mrs. C, who has her own ideas about how to support the sorority sisters. All while trying to find balance with her own academic goals to complete an honors thesis, graduate, and decide her future plans.

The last thing Lizbeth expects is her anger when Wil, a new member of the Alpha Pi fraternity, pushes every one of her buttons. Lizbeth finds Wil, a new transfer to the university with his best friend, to be rude, snobby, and judgmental. Even though she tries to avoid him, he seems to be everywhere, scowling with displeasure when he sees her. That is, until his Thanksgiving proclamation of love. That causes Lizbeth to reconsider how she sees the world.

You can find Phi Alpha Pi on Goodreads
You can buy Phi Alpha Pi here:
Check out the first book in this series!
Modern Persuasion
“Tension builds as they each learn about the current version of the person they once loved and resolve the ramifications of their choices.”Links:

Sara MarksAbout the Author:

Born in Boston, MA and raised in Miami, FL, Sara Marks has two masters degrees and plans to never stop getting over educated. She likes the idea of having all the academic regalia she can ever possess and winning with the most degrees in her family. By day she’s an academic librarian. In what little free time she has, she also knits and plays with her dog Cedric Doggory.

You can find and contact Sara Marks here:
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There are two tour wide giveaways during the blog tour of Phi Alpha Pi! There is a US Only Giveaway for a prize pack and an international giveaway for 14 e-copies and a print copy of Phi Alpha Pi!US Only Giveaway
One winner will win a Prize Pack containing:
– Mrs. C’s homemade officers shirt in Comic Sans (you pick XL or XXL)
– A Phi Alpha Pi sorority sticker, candle, and bracelet (some of the items mentioned in the story).
– An illustration by cover designer Risa Rodil
– A rooster dishtowel (so you can make cock jokes with Lizbeth and Wil)
– Autographed printed copies of Modern Persuasion, A Little More Modern Persuasion, and Phi Alpha Pi (not pictured)
Phi Alpha Pi Prize Pack Giveaway

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Guest Post:

I’m not lucky in love. In fact, I’ve never actually been in love. I’ve dated (more than I care to admit), but nothing lasts. I don’t want marriage or kids. Most men want more or, when they reach my age, have kids from a previous relationship. I simply want someone to have fun with, but I’d like to think I’m open to changing those plans if I met the right person and fell in love.  Most of these relationships just end amicably and without anger. We recognize we don’t want the same things and move on. Then there are the other ones… those end in tragically funny ways. For example…

Ten years ago I met a man through a professional organization. I’m not going to share his
name. He was nice, but very awkward. He was clearly an introvert and had social anxiety issues. He was adorkable! We got along pretty well for our limited interactions. He seemed happiest helping people and giving advice. When I got a new job and moved to the town he lived in, he was happy to drive me around to show me the town and suggest neighborhoods. I hoped living closer to him would give us a chance to spend more time together in less professional settings. That was clearly not going to happen and after a few months I backed off thinking I had misinterpreted everything. Then he invited me over to his house to help with a project and have pizza.

I’m going to pause here and remind you that this doesn’t end well.

His house was… well, it was like him. The living room was nicely decorated and clean. I
wondered if his mother or sister had helped. Other rooms were bare of decorations and
furniture. I quickly realized this was going to be a disaster almost as soon as I arrived. Even though I was early, he had already ordered the pizza and picked toppings he liked. It had already had been delivered and was cold by the time I arrived. Remember, I was early! I’m always early because I’m a pain in the butt about time. Anyway, we ate the cold pizza on a huge leather sectional. He sat as far away from me as he could. I was surprised and a bit confused when he then invited me up to his bedroom to see something on his computer. Everything that evening had already made it clear that he was shut down and this was over.


I agreed and went up to what seemed like a bedroom at a monastery. The walls of his room were a stark white with nothing hanging on them. His furniture was minimal: an unmade bed, a dresser, and a dining room chair. There were clothes everywhere (clean or dirty, I don’t know) and his computer was sitting open on the dining room chair. I hesitated to look at the screen until he was ready. Who knows what I would have seen? I was positive he hadn’t planned on bringing me up to the room. For a moment I got my hopes up. I had no choice but to sit on his bed. Maybe he was so anxious that all his social cues and flirting skills were a hot mess. Maybe I was reading his original cues correctly. Maybe he had brought me up there for something more! He would have brought the computer downstairs if this was just professional. RIGHT!? I was curious and open enough to wait and see what he would do with a willing woman sitting on his bed.
AND THEN ?????

Nothing happened.

He showed me his project and we went downstairs within ten minutes. I walked out the door and out of his life. Neither of us made any effort to contact the other again.

We have seen each other around. A change in my life pulled me away from the organization that brought us together. I thought it was over and done for until about six months ago when he wandered past my office, looking lost. He was there to work with a colleague on a project. Now, I’m taking over the next phase of the project and we’ve been emailing each other. He keeps closing the emails with chatty questions, trying to pick up the casual relationship we’ve had in the past. As I see these signs of interest from him there is a huge warning sign flashing in my head:

REMEMBER THE BEDROOM (or lack thereof)!


The more they walked around the museum, the more Lizbeth realized they liked a lot of the same pieces and artists for very similar reasons. They didn't draw while in the  Matisse exhibit, but Lizbeth would periodically sit and doodle while listening to tour guides who led groups through the space. Her paper was quickly filled with little triangle butterflies and poorly drawn horses.
“Suddenly I expect you to love unicorns and rainbows,” Wil said, sitting next to her on a bench and looking over her shoulder.
“I do!”
“I was joking.”
“I’m not. I also love mermaids. Ask Becca. For years I was going to turn into one when I grew up. It was my career goal for quite a while.”
“Are you a good swimmer?”
“Fantastic! I’m a much better swimmer than I am an artist.”
Wil laughed at her.
“You are great at riding horses and swimming? Did you want to become a unicorn later?”
“No, I was going to be a mermaid princess who came on land to ride her unicorns.  That’s why my grandparents bought me Windfola.”
Wil blushed, probably remembering his plan to buy her horse.
“Then your income would be princess-based.”
“Obviously, a great plan.”
This time they both laughed. Wil wouldn’t let her see what was on his paper. They
left the exhibit and headed for a cafe in the museum to grab lunch. As they left the
exhibits, Lizbeth saw him fold his paper and slip it into his back pocket. As they made
their way to the cafe, they got distracted by a collection about roosters across
cultures. They stood before a painting of a rooster called "The Cock.” Neither
recognized the artist, but Lizbeth felt inspired.
“The thing that catches my eye about this cock is the color and shape. Notice the left curvature of the cock. The shape is of an average cock. What are your thoughts about the cock, Wil?” Lizbeth said.
She turned to face Wil and found him trying to stifle a laugh.
“Do you find cocks funny, Wil? A cock is nothing to laugh at. If you had a cock as grand as this would you want people laughing at it?” Lizbeth said.
She would have continued, but she started laughing herself. She let Wil take her
hand and pull her out of the room.
“”You’ve seen my terrible drawings. Let me see what you did,” Lizbeth said once they were seated with lunch from the cafe.
“No, it’s nothing.”
“Wil, don’t worry. I won’t tell your aunt how you aren’t a well-rounded young lady.”
Wil laughed at the joke, but refused to let her see what he had drawn.
“This isn’t over. The more you refuse, the more I want to see what you drew,” Lizbeth said as she got up to throw away their trash.

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