Alex_author

Read at least the first 15 chapters before tossing aside.


After being left at the altar by her fiancé, Iva Remington returns to the one place she's been trying to escape her whole life - her hometown. Back home and desperate for a new start, Iva finds herself serving up fries and burgers for a living. But her drab routine takes a surprising turn when a mysterious, wealthy young man moves into her apartment building. Cillian Otto De-Peyster IV.

As they form an unlikely bond, Iva is oblivious to the fact that his dark, hidden agenda is threatening to tear her town---and her family---apart.

She is placed in between betrayal and mistrust as the people in her life turn out to be wearing masks and deceit on their faces. 
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Just in case you skipped the warning, this book is rated 18.

Secret: My Roommate is a billionaire!!!

"Don't look now, but Mr. Otto Bergmann is in that far thicket of trees and looking quite furtive-but mighty fine."

Her best friend's words pricked at Iva in the most odd manner. "I suppose you'd feel a kinship with the guy. Both being photographers and all."

Alina threw her a shrewd glance. "And he's dripping with good looks," Alina said, rubbing it in.

"I suppose if you like tall, muscular and handsome men. Of course I don't feel any sort of ownership over the man. Quite the opposite. He's a jerk making me share the house with him. A car could be quite comfortable, I think. I should have thrown him a blanket and pillow last night and made him sleep on the porch swing."

"Try that tonight and see what he says because I want to claim his guest bedroom. Tell him I'm your long-lost sister."

"Yeah, like he'll really believe that. Me, a redhead, and you a blonde with highlights."

"Long-lost cousin then?" Lina slipped her arm through the crook of Allie's elbow. "Come on, let's take a little walk."

"Furtive, eh?" Iva rose to her feet, catching sight of Otto's figure weaving in and out of the trees. "Let's follow him, and then I have to get back to work. But I have a strong suspicion Otto Bergmann is up to no good."

"Watch out, citizens of Vancouver," Lina said in her radio announcer voice. "Iva Remington's sleuthing hackles are on full alert." She tossed the two empty drink cups into the garbage bin on the side of

the Remington house. "When does the next bus come?"

"Not for another twenty minutes. Maybe we can follow Otto along the pedestrian path of the bridge. I haven't been up close and personal yet. I'm usually shut inside a hot truck all day. No Vancouver County Longest Bridge in Canada nostalgia for me in two years. I need to feast my eyes if I'm a native, right?"

"It's in our blood," Lina agreed. "We're made up of the molecules of Vancouver County Bridge. We've breathed them in since childhood."

They strode down the main road to the bridge. "We've breathed them in since childhood so it's part of our DNA. All those strands of red, white and blue cells in our skin and hair."

"We must all be related then," a masculine voice said behind Iva's shoulder. She practically jumped two feet into the air, a hand to her chest.

Otto Bergmann was crunched through the gravel toward the road, his head dipping under the lower branches of the trees.

"Were you eavesdropping?" Iva demanded.

"It's hard not to when you two women are talking so loud out here in public."

Otto and Lina