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)

　　His eyes are huge as he falls into the corner of the elevator from the sheer force of my smack. I’ve never actually lashed out and hit anyone just like that with unprovoked violence. I can’t talk. I’m in as much shock as he is at what I just did. I just shake my head, words catching in my throat as I stifle a sob, and run for an escape. The doors are still open, and I blindly move with speed, immersed in a surge of hysteria.


　　I head for the stairs, kicking off my shoes erratically, and hurtle past a couple of shocked, suited women in passing. I hit the stairwell in its gloomy darkness and stumble clumsily down a few steps, hurting my ankle and sinking down onto the cold steps to let loose. I struggle for breath as my chest caves in. My head is a jumbled mess of confusion as adrenaline courses through me savagely; I wail with pain as the tears begin to cascade.


　　I clutch at my head, yanking my hair as though to calm the chaos.


Chapter 126