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)

　　“So, I should just donate it? What I don’t need?” I ask sardonically, really not amused with his lack of care.


　　“They’re your clothes, mio amore.” He shifts on the floor to pick up another dress, this time having a closer look at it and then looking at me. He’s trying to remember if I’ve ever worn it. I throw him a disdainful look and start throwing items toward the door for donating; this feels so wasteful. I don’t even want to tally up the costs of half of this and, apart from Sarah, I don’t know anyone I can give them to.


　　“You’ve never worn this?” He raises an eyebrow at me so that I look over at what he’s holding.


　　“Why not? It’s nice, kind of cute, yet sexy.” He’s still admiring it and I frown to survey it properly.


　　“Where would I wear it?” It’s not exactly formal, but it’s not exactly casual. It’s sort of a romantic, floaty dress in a short, flirty style in a lovely deep red shade.


Chapter 92