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 can see why they would say it’s sassy, as whenever I move my head, it sways around in a very slinky way. It certainly suits my face. I’m just not sure; I’ve not cut my hair in over ten years, letting it grow out so I could always tie it up. This feels terrifying and new. The girl staring back at me is nothing like the manicured PA that graces Carrero Tower. This girl, with short, wild hair and a floaty dress, looks romantic and soft and a little bit flirty. She looks like the girl I’ve never had the courage to let anyone see. I don’t know if I like it at all, and my stomach is in knots imagining what Jake will say. My nerves are peaking.


　　As we walk out into the sunshine, Leila fusses with my hair, fluffing it out with her fingers as I pull my head away.


　　“I really do love it; your hair is so nice. I love your natural curl; it’s to die for,” she gushes with a grin.


　　“I just feel weird,” I utter tensely and look away stupidly; I feel like a child admitting it.


Chapter 98