All I need is a place to hide for a few weeks. The paparazzi were on my ass 24/7 and I needed a bit of breathing room—an escape from the madness—before the media frenzy begins. Sure, I could have gone to a secluded cabin in the woods—but I didn’t want to be bored out of my mind. I’d seen enough wide open spaces as a kid from Texas to last me a lifetime. So instead, I let my agent hook me up with a modest house in the burbs where we didn’t think anyone would find me hiding in plain sight. I’d have a roommate; but supposedly, she was going to give me space. Stay out of my way and respect my boundaries. According to my agent, I wouldn’t hear a peep from her. Wrong. He was wrong about everything and now my life was never going to be the same. * THE SECRET ROOMMATE is a slow-burn, stand-alone, opposites attract romance
