Title: Life For Rent
By: Emmie Lou Kates
Published: May 13th, 2013
Genre-New Adult Romance
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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Excerpt: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.
About The Author-
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.