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)

　　Did that mean that sleeping with me might have felt right?


　　I push the thought out of my head along with the warmth rising up my cheeks.


　　“She said you had a proper girlfriend when you were young … fifteen?” I don’t know why I’m even bringing this up, but somehow, I want to hear it from him. I want to know if he had ever loved, despite the warning pain in my stomach.


　　“Good old loose-mouthed Leila! he mumbles. “I did.” He watches me warily, and I glimpse evasive Jake. I was right; the times I thought I imagined this, he was hiding this little piece of history from me.


　　“You want to elaborate?” I coax gently, but my heart rate has elevated.


　　“There’s nothing to elaborate on. I had a first love; she wasn’t my first sexual encounter. We dated for a year, and then it was over.” He shrugs, still holding me, but loosely now.


　　“So, it was love though?” My ribs constrict painfully.


Chapter 130