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)

　　“Maybe.” My voice is inordinately tight, sensing his frown even though I’m not looking at him directly anymore; he takes the drink out of my hand and puts both our glasses on the table before us.


　　“We need to talk about this, Emma. Right now. Get it out of the way.”


　　Yup, this is what I feared. Boss Carrero tone. This is all I need.


　　I shift slightly to look up at him, my heart stilling and my breath pausing. I guess we had to do this sometime. What better place than on a private jet, thousands of miles high in the sky, where I have zero escape.


　　“I had to leave,” he says, his focus on me is almost uncomfortable.


　　“Of course, you did,” I say quickly, a little too sharply, and chastise myself inwardly for bristling at the first sentence.


　　“Stop it,” he warns, “Look at me and stop fiddling with the laptop; it’s staying closed.”


　　I roll my eyes; he’s watching me steadily. He takes my laptop and slides it on the floor between his feet, away from me.


Chapter 132