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)

　　Oh, I don’t know maybe because you’ve another woman waiting in your bedroom, and coitus is not part of my pre-arranged employment contract.


　　“I need to know where I stand,” is all I say, cool and crisp, devoid of my betraying emotions.


　　He snorts as if I’ve said something outrageous, then mumbles something that sounds like, “You and me both.” I’m not sure, but I ignore it anyway.


　　“Why is she here?” I nod toward the door behind him, fighting that inner twinge of pain, jealousy. He stops for a moment, as if he’s trying to find the words, then just says it.


　　“Marissa’s pregnant. I fucked up,” he blows out.


　　It’s as though he has punched me full force in the stomach; I’m reeling and dying all at the same time, unable to fully take in his devastated expression.


　　Nausea rises quickly and spins my head before I can grasp control. It is as unexpected as the last time I fainted, and fueled by the instant carnage of his words.


Chapter 148