Lucky Dr & the Rockstar Next Door by Piper Sullivan

Picture this: I’m a small town doctor who’s perfectly content with my quiet life.

Then, one mixed-up pizza delivery later, I’m sharing dinner with my new neighbor.

Who just happens to be Mac freakin’ Lancaster, the hottest rockstar on the planet.

Yeah, THAT Mac Lancaster.

The one with the voice that melts hearts and the abs that should be illegal.

And now he’s living next door, just in time for our town’s St. Patrick’s Day madness, where our overenthusiastic Matchmaking Brigade never takes no for an answer.

I tell myself I’m immune to his charm.

I am a doctor after all, practical, sensible.

My heart didn’t get the memo though, and every smirk, every stolen glance has me questioning my sanity.

But I’m a practical girl.

And he’s, well… Mac’s world famous with millions of screaming fans willing to do anything to get in his pants.

So here I am, caught between my sensible doctor brain and my not-so-sensible heart that skips a beat every time he smiles.

Maybe with a little Irish luck and some St. Patrick’s Day magic, I might just find myself in the sweetest duet of my life.