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)

　　He looks alien to me and not like Jake at all.


　　“You’re really drunk, aren’t you?” Normally drunk Carrero amuses me but there’s something off, and I’m aware of every thump of my heartbeat and my own shallow breathing. The weird tension is making me stiffen, and my body can sense the difference between us.


　　“I am!” he breathes, but he makes no effort to move away. I take my hand from his arm and wrap my arms around myself protectively in a bid to cover cleavage and exposed body, really unsure now. All I manage to do is create more cleavage, so I loosen my arms again, embarrassed. I don’t recognize this Jake, the heaviness of his voice, the facial expression, the body language, and the darkness of his normally clear green eyes; eyes that most definitely take a long slow look at the aforementioned cleavage. I experience a huge pang of loss for sober, normal Jake right now, as though he’s gone away somehow.


　　“You cold?” His hand comes up to touch my shoulder and I jump.


Chapter 57