About this book:

Piper Vance builds her empire on silence. As "Tranquil Tinkles ASMR," she whispers three hundred thousand insomniacs to sleep every night—until the day a moving truck delivers Caleb "Iron Fist" Thornton, tattooed rock drummer and newly solo artist, to the garage fifteen feet from her studio window. His comeback album requires bone-rattling double-bass triplets; her livelihood requires the sound of a makeup brush on silicone ears. Neither can afford to lose.

What starts as a noise complaint escalates into a full-spectrum tactical war. Piper deploys ultrasonic frequencies designed to scramble a drummer's internal metronome. Caleb counters with sub-bass vibrations that rattle her teacups and a leaf blower aimed at her equipment. But between the sabotage and the sarcasm, a dangerous rhythm emerges. He brings her decaf lattes as peace offerings. She calculates his practice schedule around her recording blocks. And every "cease-fire" negotiation leaves them standing closer on the property line, the rain masking the sound of two hearts falling out of sync.

For readers who love grumpy-sunshine dynamics with high-stakes careers, enemies-to-lovers banter that crackles with technical precision, and a Portland drizzle that can't dampen the heat. *The Sound of Silence Next Door* proves the loudest declarations of love are sometimes whispered.