Emma Anderson has everything in her life worked out. She has her perfect job in a Manhattan empire allowing her to live a quiet and organised safe existence. A necessity to her, after a childhood filled with bad memories, abuse, and a mother who was less than useless.
But, with it comes a problem, one that could derail everything she thought she needed in her life. Her promotion sends her straight into the close employment of young, gorgeous, playboy billionaire, Jacob Carrero with his formidable reputation for being a player. Stuck as his right-hand man, every waking moment of every single day, she realises he is exactly the type of person who could drive her crazy, and not in a good way. Like chalk and cheese, he is everything she's not. 
Compulsive, confident, laid back, dominant and fun, with a seriously laid back attitude to casual sex and dating. 
Jake is the only one with an ability to steamroll over her manicured ice maiden exterior, who is not phased by the closed in demeanour and cool manners, but as much as she wants to, letting him in is another thing entirely. 
A past that made her man wary and no desire to ever let one close enough to hurt her again, Jacob Carrero has his work cut out. He is not someone who takes NO for an answer and will have to learn how to break through if he wants more than the mask she shows the world. 
Jake needs to show her that even some one like him can change when that one girl that matters breaks through. Love-able sexy characters and deep emotional topics.

The Carrero Series (1-3)

　　Oh boy, is it a breathtaking view!


　　His tie is draped casually around his shoulders, his white shirt open at the collar, his jacket discarded somewhere already.


　　Why did I never notice just how fuckable my boss is?


　　I hiccup. It feels funny in my throat and sounds so weird to me that it makes me giggle again.


　　I like being drunk; I’m lighter and more fun. It makes me think Jake is sex-worthy, and that’s pretty hilarious. I don’t find men a turn on at all, so that’s even funnier … well, except Jake! He’s the exception to the rule, in that everything he does is panty-warming and alluring, even standing staring at me as he is now.


　　I’m hit with a strange sound. It’s me! I’m laughing! I guess I find myself amusing; I sound so detached and not here.


　　“Emma, I think you better get in bed. Come on.” He leans down to catch my hand from across my stomach, but I leave it floppy and weighted, so he gets nowhere pulling at it.


Chapter 42