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)

　　We don’t talk as we drive; he turns the stereo up loud, indicating he won’t attempt it, and I try and relax into my seat. Pretend to anyway. Hard to do when you’re being driven around winding cliffs by a maniac in a temper with a sports car at his command.


　　His hand tugs mine out of my hair angrily, a biting pain with it, and I throw him another furious glare.


　　“Stop fucking doing that!” he barks over the music, eyes glinting.


　　“That hurt,” I snap, reaching out to turn the stereo down again. I touch my head where I inadvertently yanked my own hair painfully, almost out at the root.


　　“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He’s talking through gritted teeth, glaring even though he’s apologizing. “I’m sorry.”


　　“I don’t know why it bothers you so much,” I spit at him childishly. “I don’t know I’m doing it.”


　　“It bothers me because it’s a sign that you’re anxious, that you’re nervous or upset. I don’t like it,” he retorts with that same pissed tone and bad mood.


Chapter 114