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)

　　“I … umm …” This is harder than I thought it would be. I can’t look at him, so I turn my face away from him, looking across the room, trying to find a focus while I find the words. There’s a noise from the couch, and then I’m hauled into his arms, my head pulled against his chest with a warm hand cupping my skull. He envelopes me in a bear hug, and I’m too stunned to react. I stiffen at the alien-ness of it and then slump with relief and accept his touch. Jake’s not mad at me anymore; we’re done fighting.


　　“I’m sorry,” he breathes into the top of my head, his face buried in my hair. My body completely surrenders to the goodness of his embrace.


　　I’ll have to forgive him again for manhandling me, only this time it’s not that bad; it feels good, and it takes away all the anger and doubts inside of me. It seems to be restoring me to my former self.


Chapter 52