Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
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
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1 MAC
Welcome to Holiday Grove.
The sign wasn’t the typical industrial blue or green highway sign; that wasn’t how Holiday Grove rolled. The town went all out for the holidays, featuring a multi-colored sign to announce that you were in a place that celebrated something nearly every day of the month—which was only a mild exaggeration.
Holiday Grove was also where my brother had chosen to build his next resort, a crunchy granola place that wouldn’t obstruct the gorgeous mountains visible from every spot in town. It wasn’t just the location of his newest business venture; it was his new home since he had fallen for a local bakery owner. So when my tour ended three days ago, I made plans to surprise him.
I found a house to rent where I could work on my next album in peace. The one thing Holiday Grove didn’t have was paparazzi, making it the ideal place to unwind after nearly a year of touring the world. I rented a gorgeous red electric vehicle for a quiet drive, just me alone with my thoughts and a few threads of lyrics and chords that might become something—though for now, they were little more than a welcome distraction on the road.
“What in the hell is that?” I slowed down at the sight of what looked like a chair tipped over on the side of the road. That didn’t make sense. As I got closer, I realized it wasn’t a chair but one of those motorized scooters. I hadn’t seen anyone riding around when I was here at Christmas, but it didn’t look like it had been on the side of the road for long.
Just keep going, Lancaster, don’t end up dead and buried. My inner coward was right; this all felt like a scene straight out of a horror movie, and I wanted no part of it.
Something told me I’d regret driving off without checking if the scooter was abandoned. “I’m too damn pretty to die this young. I want more Grammy awards, more chart-topping songs, maybe even a track that could win me an Oscar.” With that thought in mind, I stopped the car and stepped out.
“Hello!” I called, scanning the empty road for anyone, but it remained just as desolate as it had been five minutes ago when I passed the welcome sign.
I took a few steps closer and shouted again, “Is anyone over here? Need some help?”
I heard a rustling, followed by a small voice saying, “You’re not some sex-crazed killer, are you?”
I laughed and shook my head, unsure of where the voice was coming from. “Do you really care?”
“No,” the female voice replied after a moment. “I suppose not. I seem to have taken a tumble.”
Shit. I stepped closer and paused just behind the scooter. “You’re not some sex-crazed killer, are you?” It was worth confirming.
The older woman laughed. “I’ve made it to ninety-plus years without being one, so I guess it depends.”
“Depends on what?” I asked, intrigued.
“On what you look like, of course. I don’t want to be a victim of some indiscriminate sex-crazed killer.”
I chuckled and followed the sound of her shaky voice until I stood above a woman who had to be at least one hundred and ten years old.
“Shit, are you all right?”
The woman had a shock of silver curls and was tiny—probably less than a hundred pounds. “Do I sound all right? After your interrogation, we’re lucky I’m still alive.” She laughed again at my glare. “Goodness, you are a tall drink of water, aren’t you? Handsome devil, too.”
“Are you injured?”
“Nah, just my pride. Finally get that pool boy I’ve been praying for, and here I am sprawled on the grass like one of those Halloween skeletons.”
I bent down and scooped her into my arms, pleased to find she was indeed about a hundred pounds. “It’s all right, honey, I’m used to women falling at my feet.”
She erupted in laughter, wrapping her arms around me. “I’ll just bet you are with that face. Oh, and these muscles.” She paused, squeezing my back muscles while looking at me with confusion and concern. “Are you taking me somewhere to take advantage of an old woman?”
“Absolutely,” I assured her, depositing her in my passenger seat. “I’ll bring you back to the scooter when you’re able to walk again.” Her laughter echoed as I closed the door and went around to the driver’s side.
“Damn you,” she grunted when I pulled into the parking lot of the medical center. “I don’t need to see a doctor.”
“How do you know? Are you a doctor?” I raised an eyebrow at the feisty old woman and waited for her response.
“No, I’m not. But I’m fine.”
“Okay, you’re fine. But I need to know you’re okay too, so let’s get you in there and checked out, yeah?” I gave her my best smolder, and, of course, it worked like a charm.