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)

　　“What was?” My head snaps back around by his random declaration.


　　“When I was sixteen, when you asked me about the girl I loved.” He stares at the floor and not at me, his hands flat on the couch. I’ve nothing to say, no words filter through my brain. I just gawk at him as he frowns back at me. I’m stilled by the shock and the heavy thud inside my chest, nausea swirling back up violently as each syllable registers, and I absorb the confession. I think my heart gives out completely.


　　I don’t want it to be her, anyone else, just not her. Why did it have to be her? Was that some female intuition all along inside of me screaming that she has meant more to him?


　　“I was with her for a year; I was mad about her.” He sounds like he doesn’t believe it himself, a dryness to his tone. I don’t want to hear this. I can’t bear it.


　　Mouth? Were you not listening to my brain when it said I don’t want to hear?


Chapter 149