TITLE ~ Life For Rent
AUTHOR ~ Emmie Lou Kates
GENRE ~ New Adult Romance
RELEASE DATE ~ May 13, 2013
Beth is always running from love, life and relationships and yet another
disastrous break up finds her in a little village in Cornwall. She just
wants to be left alone to enjoy the quiet country life and continue her
work as a freelance artist.
Liam was young free and single, enjoying the sun, surf and sex life
to be found living in Cornwall, until tragedy strikes his family and he
is left on his own trying to keep the family farm going.
Two lost souls not wanting to be saved until fate and a little Cornish magic steps in.
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The loud roar of a tractor in the lane, and then an incessant tooting of a horn abruptly cut her daydreams short. She jumped up and looked over the garden fence to the road below. There was the huge red machine, inches behind her fiesta, inside sat a large dark haired man scowling in the cab. She opened the gate and ran down the path, smiling she started to make apologetic noises that dried in her throat as he jumped out of the cab and roared at her. “What the fuck do you think you are doing parking in the middle of the lane?”
If he had not put her back up with his foul mouthed tirade, she may have had time to notice how his lean muscular body was bursting from the open shirt roughly tucked into fading jeans that covered strong, long legs. She would have admired his square jaw and high cheekbones covered by skin tanned from years working outside, or the way he tossed his unruly dark hair away from his deep blue eyes with a flick of his head.
But no, all she could see was some uncouth local, bad mouthing her because she had the audacity to park her car outside her cottage.
She glared back at him and replied with ice cool politeness. “This is a private lane and I have every right to park my car outside my property”. There that told him.
He walked towards her, his six foot two frame towering over her and continued to glare. “If you had bothered to read your property documents thoroughly, you would have seen that my farm has a right of way down this lane to the field at the end, so you will have to park your car on the grass verge”.
She glared back, her temper rising, “Well, if you had knocked on my door and asked politely I might have been of a mind to move it, but as you don’t appear to have a polite bone in your body you can whistle pal”. And with that she turned on her heel and marched back up the path to her cottage, slamming the gate shut she shot inside before he could reply.
Liam jumped down from his tractor and strode across the yard towards the farmhouse, his mind was in turmoil and he took no notice of his labs bouncing around to welcome him back. He went straight to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of bud, twisted off the top and took a long swig, letting the ice cold beer slide down his throat. He walked through to the living room and slumped down into his favorite old armchair.
What the hell was going on? He couldn’t understand how this girl had got under his skin so quickly. But he could still feel the pain as his insides had twisted, at the sight of her locked in the arms of Rory down on the beach. He ran one hand through his unruly hair as he tried to make sense of what had happened.
He closed his eyes and let out a long breath, remembering the vow he made as he stood beside the graves of his family. He was determined to keep the farm going and continue the good work his father and brother had started. There was no way he would ever open himself up to having anyone else grow so close to him, only to lose them. He knew he would not be able to bear what was left of his heart being torn apart. But as he sat there, he couldn’t stop the images of Beth on the beach, her shrieks of laughter as she was pushed into the water and oh the sight of her in that wet top.
He felt his jeans tighten as his body responded to the images and he groaned in frustration. Maybe celibacy wasn’t the way to go, perhaps all he needed was a night of meaningless sex to lighten his mood and get her out of his brain.
Liam woke the next morning with Beth still fast asleep on top of him. To his dismay he was sporting a major hard on and cursed his anatomy under his breath. He tried to shift position to ease the tightness of his jeans, but Beth squirmed on top of him, which just made matters worse. “Shit!” He muttered as he took as sharp intake of breath.
He attempted to take his mind off the beautiful redhead draped over him, by going over what jobs he needed to get done that day….speak to Joe about the top field, call the farm supplies to order fertilizer….. Beth sighed in her sleep and her warm breath tickled his neck. Nope that wasn’t going to work.
He cringed at the thought of Beth's reaction to waking up on top of him in his present condition, so tried counting in his head.
Beth groaned as she started to wake up, she didn’t remember her mattress being this uncomfortable, perhaps her duvet had got caught underneath her. She pushed up with her hands and wiggled her hips trying to dislodge the lump, and was startled by a small yelp by her ear. She opened one eye and found herself staring into those deep blue eyes of….. “Liam?” She gasped trying to push herself up further.
“Don’t move!” Growled Liam.
“Wh.. what? Why?” She asked opening both eyes.
As she focused on Liam’s face she noticed that he seemed to be in pain, his face was contorted and his cheeks flushed.
He watched as she stared at him in confusion, and saw the flush creep up her cheeks as realization dawned and leapt off him.
Groaning in pain he grabbed her hand before she could storm off. “Hey! Don’t get the wrong idea. I woke up like this, it doesn’t mean anything.”
She glared at him whilst trying to pull her hand out of his strong grip.
“Well that’s reassuring.” She snapped.
He took in her indignant scowl and made what could be a rash decision, but hey, he was damned whatever he did or said. Using his superior strength, he pulled her back on top of him a locked his lips on hers.
Can you share the playlist you listened to while writing ‘Life For Rent’ with us?
It’s a bit of a weird mixture, but here goes.
The only exception – Paramore
My happy ending – Avril Lavigne
Kingdom of Rust – Doves
Midnight city – M83
The Kill – 30 Seconds to Mars
Clown – Emile Sande
The Reason – Hoobastank
Quiet Mind – Blue October
Out of reach – Gabrielle
Black – Pearl Jam
18th floor balcony – Blue October
Waiting all night – Rudimental
Sand in my shoes – Dido
A beautiful lie – 30 Seconds to Mars
Stay – Blue October
Angel – within Temptation
Going under – Evanescence
Just Breathe – Pearl Jam
Bubble – Biffy Clyro
Hurricane – Dustin Lynch
Retrograde – James Blake
Cowboys and Angels – Dustin Lynch
Come away with me – Norah Jones
Strong – London Grammar
Wasting my young years – London Grammar
Broken – Jake Bugg
Martha’s Harbour – All about Eve
When it hurts so bad – Lauryn Hill
Ordinary people – John Legend
Stay – Rihanna
Follow the cops back home – Placebo
Little wonders – Rob Thomas
Little Dreams – Ellie Goulding
Salt Skin – Ellie Goulding
Drumming song – Florence and the machine
Swimming – Florence and the machine
She cries your name – Beth Orton
Love is on it’s way – Corinne Bailey Rae
Lady Luck – Jamie Woon
Breakaway – Kelly Clarkson
Sex on fire – Kings of Leon
Angel – Massive Attack
Blurry – Puddle of Mudd
I don’t need a man – Pussycat Dolls
Hesitate – Stone Sour
Another love – Tom Odell
I don’t want a lover – Texas
Turning tables – Adele
Feel my love – Adele
Life for Rent – Dido
In praise of the vulnerable man – Alanis Morissette
Too close – Alex Clare
Cold – Annie Lennox
Skinny love – Birdy
Unravel – Bjork
Ain’t nobody – Chaka Khan
Hurt – Christina Aguilera
Landslide – Fleetwood Mac
The loud roar of a tractor in the lane, and then an incessant tooting of a horn abruptly cut her daydreams short. She jumped up and looked over the garden fence to the road below. There was the huge red machine, inches behind her fiesta, inside sat a large dark haired man scowling in the cab. She opened the gate and ran down the path, smiling she started to make apologetic noises that dried in her throat as he jumped out of the cab and roared at her. “What the fuck do you think you are doing parking in the middle of the lane?”
If he had not put her back up with his foul mouthed tirade, she may have had time to notice how his lean muscular body was bursting from the open shirt roughly tucked into fading jeans that covered strong, long legs. She would have admired his square jaw and high cheekbones covered by skin tanned from years working outside, or the way he tossed his unruly dark hair away from his deep blue eyes with a flick of his head.
But no, all she could see was some uncouth local, bad mouthing her because she had the audacity to park her car outside her cottage.
She glared back at him and replied with ice cool politeness. “This is a private lane and I have every right to park my car outside my property”. There that told him.
He walked towards her, his six foot two frame towering over her and continued to glare. “If you had bothered to read your property documents thoroughly, you would have seen that my farm has a right of way down this lane to the field at the end, so you will have to park your car on the grass verge”.
She glared back, her temper rising, “Well, if you had knocked on my door and asked politely I might have been of a mind to move it, but as you don’t appear to have a polite bone in your body you can whistle pal”. And with that she turned on her heel and marched back up the path to her cottage, slamming the gate shut she shot inside before he could reply.
Liam jumped down from his tractor and strode across the yard towards the farmhouse, his mind was in turmoil and he took no notice of his labs bouncing around to welcome him back. He went straight to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of bud, twisted off the top and took a long swig, letting the ice cold beer slide down his throat. He walked through to the living room and slumped down into his favorite old armchair.
What the hell was going on? He couldn’t understand how this girl had got under his skin so quickly. But he could still feel the pain as his insides had twisted, at the sight of her locked in the arms of Rory down on the beach. He ran one hand through his unruly hair as he tried to make sense of what had happened.
He closed his eyes and let out a long breath, remembering the vow he made as he stood beside the graves of his family. He was determined to keep the farm going and continue the good work his father and brother had started. There was no way he would ever open himself up to having anyone else grow so close to him, only to lose them. He knew he would not be able to bear what was left of his heart being torn apart. But as he sat there, he couldn’t stop the images of Beth on the beach, her shrieks of laughter as she was pushed into the water and oh the sight of her in that wet top.
He felt his jeans tighten as his body responded to the images and he groaned in frustration. Maybe celibacy wasn’t the way to go, perhaps all he needed was a night of meaningless sex to lighten his mood and get her out of his brain.
Liam woke the next morning with Beth still fast asleep on top of him. To his dismay he was sporting a major hard on and cursed his anatomy under his breath. He tried to shift position to ease the tightness of his jeans, but Beth squirmed on top of him, which just made matters worse. “Shit!” He muttered as he took as sharp intake of breath.
He attempted to take his mind off the beautiful redhead draped over him, by going over what jobs he needed to get done that day….speak to Joe about the top field, call the farm supplies to order fertilizer….. Beth sighed in her sleep and her warm breath tickled his neck. Nope that wasn’t going to work.
He cringed at the thought of Beth's reaction to waking up on top of him in his present condition, so tried counting in his head.
Beth groaned as she started to wake up, she didn’t remember her mattress being this uncomfortable, perhaps her duvet had got caught underneath her. She pushed up with her hands and wiggled her hips trying to dislodge the lump, and was startled by a small yelp by her ear. She opened one eye and found herself staring into those deep blue eyes of….. “Liam?” She gasped trying to push herself up further.
“Don’t move!” Growled Liam.
“Wh.. what? Why?” She asked opening both eyes.
As she focused on Liam’s face she noticed that he seemed to be in pain, his face was contorted and his cheeks flushed.
He watched as she stared at him in confusion, and saw the flush creep up her cheeks as realization dawned and leapt off him.
Groaning in pain he grabbed her hand before she could storm off. “Hey! Don’t get the wrong idea. I woke up like this, it doesn’t mean anything.”
She glared at him whilst trying to pull her hand out of his strong grip.
“Well that’s reassuring.” She snapped.
He took in her indignant scowl and made what could be a rash decision, but hey, he was damned whatever he did or said. Using his superior strength, he pulled her back on top of him a locked his lips on hers.
Can you share the playlist you listened to while writing ‘Life For Rent’ with us?
It’s a bit of a weird mixture, but here goes.
The only exception – Paramore
My happy ending – Avril Lavigne
Kingdom of Rust – Doves
Midnight city – M83
The Kill – 30 Seconds to Mars
Clown – Emile Sande
The Reason – Hoobastank
Quiet Mind – Blue October
Out of reach – Gabrielle
Black – Pearl Jam
18th floor balcony – Blue October
Waiting all night – Rudimental
Sand in my shoes – Dido
A beautiful lie – 30 Seconds to Mars
Stay – Blue October
Angel – within Temptation
Going under – Evanescence
Just Breathe – Pearl Jam
Bubble – Biffy Clyro
Hurricane – Dustin Lynch
Retrograde – James Blake
Cowboys and Angels – Dustin Lynch
Come away with me – Norah Jones
Strong – London Grammar
Wasting my young years – London Grammar
Broken – Jake Bugg
Martha’s Harbour – All about Eve
When it hurts so bad – Lauryn Hill
Ordinary people – John Legend
Stay – Rihanna
Follow the cops back home – Placebo
Little wonders – Rob Thomas
Little Dreams – Ellie Goulding
Salt Skin – Ellie Goulding
Drumming song – Florence and the machine
Swimming – Florence and the machine
She cries your name – Beth Orton
Love is on it’s way – Corinne Bailey Rae
Lady Luck – Jamie Woon
Breakaway – Kelly Clarkson
Sex on fire – Kings of Leon
Angel – Massive Attack
Blurry – Puddle of Mudd
I don’t need a man – Pussycat Dolls
Hesitate – Stone Sour
Another love – Tom Odell
I don’t want a lover – Texas
Turning tables – Adele
Feel my love – Adele
Life for Rent – Dido
In praise of the vulnerable man – Alanis Morissette
Too close – Alex Clare
Cold – Annie Lennox
Skinny love – Birdy
Unravel – Bjork
Ain’t nobody – Chaka Khan
Hurt – Christina Aguilera
Landslide – Fleetwood Mac
Self confessed hopeless romantic, still looking for my happy ever after.
Until then I write about them instead.You can find me at http://emmieloukates.wordpress.com.
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