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)

　　What the hell is going on with him?


　　He pulls away and stalks back to the car, stopping at the hood and leaning down to tense his arms against it, broody and aggressive in his stance, unapproachable. I just stare.


　　“I can’t do this, Emma,” he snaps, his gaze steady on the hood of the low, sleek car. For a moment, I think he may even hit it.


　　“Do what?” I’m beyond confused. I think Jake has been invaded by a body snatcher. He’s all over the place, and I just can’t keep up. I wipe my tears and pull myself together.


　　“This! Us!” He waves his hand in an exasperated motion, and I’m dumbfounded; I blink at him. I don’t actually know what else to do. There is no us! He glares at me haughtily, most likely because I’m still silent, and frowns. “You drive me crazy, and not in a good way,” he snorts, facing the car again, his body emanating all kinds of erratic, manic signals.


Chapter 112