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)

　　No, did I say that? I don’t think I did. God why did I get so drunk?


　　Everything is spinning wildly, and my mind is a mess.


　　“No, Emma. Do you think I would look at you any differently?”


　　That’s what he meant. Well, now he mentions it. Yes, I did actually. Why wouldn’t he?


　　I must let men think I that want them to touch me; I somehow attract it. I must do something to deserve it for it to happen over and over. Even coming to New York, men at Carrero House still targeted me.


　　“Why wouldn’t you?” I reply flatly, staring out of the window absently, back in control of my sobs and tired from the exertion.


　　“Emma, you did nothing wrong,” he says, breathy and tense; I think he’s having trouble believing I would feel that way. He has no idea; he’s never been in a situation anything like my past.


Chapter 83