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)

　　“U-huh,” I answer nervously, my heart pounding from the fright at being caught like this, overcome with awkwardness.


　　“I came to see if you were still asleep. Why are you standing there?” There’s only normal Jake in his voice. Jake my friend. As though the past week hasn’t happened.


　　“I wasn’t sure if I wanted to come through or not,” I answer.


　　So, I’m Miss Honesty now, am I?


　　“How are you feeling?” he coaxes gently, coming to stand only two feet from me. His closeness makes me antsy and we both seem uneasy. My nerves rise up now that he is really here and appraising at me.


　　“Detached,” I utter shyly; he frowns, evident even in the shadowy hall, and I glance away and sigh. This is harder than I thought it could ever be.


　　“You look tired. Go back to bed.”


Chapter 129