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!!!

Cora's eyes narrowed, glancing between him and Iva. Without a word, she moved quickly in and out of the downstairs rooms, from the kitchen to the small side sitting room to the rear guest suite where Otto's belongings were clearly unpacked and comfortably at home. Underwear on the floor, shaving gear on the bathroom counter, and body wash in the shower.

She marched back into the front room. Her eyes bugged out of her head. "You're living with this guy, Iva?"

"No!" Iva protested, then gulped it down with a squeak.

Cora went full steam ahead. "I don't even know this dude, and you've got him living here! And you're like, lying here on the couch, all casual and sexy."

"Hardly---" Iva began, but Cora kept talking.

"And what about Noah your husband?"

"Husband?" Otto choked out. He spun his head around, as if she'd knocked him over. "You're married? What the hell is going on?"

"Nothing is going on!" Iva burst out. "Be quiet, Cora."

"But where's Noah?" Cora asked again.

"I have no idea, Cora" she hissed. "And why don't you shut up already!"

"If Noah knew you were living with this dude he'd punch this guy's lights out. I had no idea my big sister was a slut. Two weeks after the wedding and you move in with a stranger. Mom and Dad are going to throw a fit."

"I'm going to throw a fit if you don't shut it, Cora!" Iva took a step toward her, ready to slap her palm over her little sister's mouth.

"Two weeks after the wedding?" Otto said. "Wow. I can see why you didn't want to talk about your personal life, but I don't intend to get ripped into shreds by your husband. Noah, or whatever his name is."

"Graham. Noah Graham." Iva shook her head, and then growled under her breath. "His name doesn't matter. I'm not married. I'm single. Completely, utterly, irrevocably single. Are you satisfied?"

"So your sister is the one who's unhinged?"

"No, she's perfectly sane and annoying."

Cora huffed. "I'm so telling Mom and Dad that you're living with some strange guy."

"He's not strange." Iva glanced up at Otto. "At least not too much."

"This just gets even better," Otto said. "Now I'm the weirdo."

"You know perfectly well I'm not," Otto said. A hint of hurt laced his voice and Iva knew she was digging herself a deeper hole with every sentence.

"No, I don't. You're the one with a spy name---or pseudonym. Or fake identity. Whatever you want to call it. You're the one sneaking around taking pictures of Vancouver so the mayor can bulldoze in his new highway and ruin the town."

Her words about the highway brought Otto up short. He stared hard at her. "Okay, let's get a couple things straight right now. I'll tell you what's going on with me and the mayor, right after you tell me about Noah Graham, your husband."

Iva's face flamed. The room was suddenly hot, and she was sweating. Black spots made specks across her eyes and then her knees bumped into the edge of the sofa.

The truth