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 grimace as I catch sight of myself in the mirror; once again Donna has excelled herself, and I chastise myself for not trying this dress on before this trip. It’s tight and short and revealing. My stilettos do wonders for my legs, but I feel a little naked. It’s sleeveless with just thin straps and a fitted bust leading down to a tight, figure-hugging, knee-length skirt. It’s mainly made of lace, with an under-layer retaining my modesty, and the result is slinky but in a non-slutty way. Well, maybe a little slutty. I’m all boobs.


　　I brush my hair and leave it down in a bid to try to cover some of my exposed shoulders and cleavage. It waves naturally, coming down to my elbow. My make-up is darkened and smoky. I’m ready unusually fast, still with a deep knot of anxiety in my lower stomach, and fidget impatiently.


Chapter 79