How to Fall For a Rockstar

The last person single mom Leia expected to move in next door was a grumpy rockstar.

I’m enjoying my new life in the small town of Winter Falls with my daughter. Until I knock over my new neighbor during a game of tag.

One glance at him and I realize I’m the luckiest girl alive to be living next door to this sexy beast with a beard I want to dig my hands in and green eyes I could drown in.

But then he opens his mouth and berates me for being a bad mother. I’m not feeling guilty about accidentally kneeing him in the balls now, that’s for sure.

Who does he think he is? Being the bass player for the world-famous Cash & the Sinners band does not give him the right to tell me how to raise my child.

I’d stay a million miles away from him if I could. Unfortunately, my daughter Isla is enamored with Mr. Grumpy Pants and is always finding excuses to spend time with him.

I get the appeal. Those muscles look strong enough to lift me up and push me against the nearest surface.

But no matter how tempting the man is, I’m keeping my distance. I don’t need a grumpy rockstar to tell me what to do.

The busybodies of this town can do their best to matchmake us. This match has fail written all over it.

I know better than to fall for a grumpy rockstar.

This rockstar small town romantic comedy features a grumpy rockstar who’s not interested in a relationship but can’t help himself when it comes to his sunshiny neighbor, a single mom who doesn’t trust men – certainly not the grumpy rockstar living next door – and is determined to NOT fall for a rockstar, four bandmates who are having a ball watching their grumpy bandmate try to figure out how to get the single mom to fall for him, a whole town of hippies convinced they’re the best matchmakers this side of the Mississippi, and an eleven-year-old daughter who may be the best matchmaker of them all.

“Do you want to go out with me?”

Leia doesn’t hesitate. “No.”


“Are you having hearing difficulties? No!” She rejects me loud enough for the entire town to hear.

“Why not?”

Her eyes widen. “You seriously have to ask?” I nod. “Okay then. Let me count the ways. One, you think I’m a bad parent. Two, you think I work too much. And, three, I don’t wanna.”

Oh, she wants to. Her body doesn’t lie. Her pupils are dilated as she heaves for breath while staring at my chest. But she’s holding herself back for some reason.

“I apologized.”

“And I thanked you for your apology but I did not accept.”

“Can I explain why I was an asshat?”

“Asshat? It’s good you can recognize your own faults.”

I grin. This woman is a firecracker.

She gasps. “No fair. You can’t bring out the dimples when you ask me out. It gives you an unfair advantage.”

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