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 hand him back his water, throwing him a look of indulgence, a look that says, “All that casual sex?” He lets me go to take a drink; he empties the bottle and throws it in a nearby trash can, impressed with his own bullseye. That juvenile boy inside fist pumps his ability to dunk a plastic bottle.


　　“Do you really want me to learn how to beat you up, Jake?” I smile impishly, watching him with amusement.


　　“Carina, even if you became a pro boxer, I would still put you on your ass. You’re half my weight class,” he smirks and squeezes my shoulder lightly.


　　“I don’t even know what that means.” I stop, leaning back to stretch out my limbs and start jogging on the spot to signal I’m recovered enough to continue. He pulls my hood further forward over my face and shoves me in front of him playfully so that I’ll lead.


　　“It means that you’ll never be able to beat my ass, girly,” he laughs with a huskiness that is a little too alluring.


Chapter 54