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)

　　When did this happen? When did my feelings spill beyond friendship this badly?


　　I’ve seen him with other women …


　　He’s always been this way; when did I start reacting like this? Breaking my heart over him being his Casanova self.


　　“After I’m gone, tell the others I had to go away for a couple of days.” He’s picking up his suitcase, his body stiff with tension, and the hatred oozing between us is unbearable.


　　“What reason shall I give?” I sound alien. This fake politeness between us is thick in the stifling air. We’re both exceptionally good at cold and polite.


　　“I don’t give a shit, Emma. The truth, for all I care.” He flexes his eyebrows sardonically.


　　That was a blow. It hurt; it knocked the wind out of my sails. I move back as he stalks out with suitcase in hand. He slides his shades on, and he doesn’t even look at me; he seems beyond pissed.


　　Should I follow him? Should I stay here?


　　Stop hovering, Emma; it’s pathetic.


Chapter 117