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)

　　Finally, after a brief reflective silence, Sarah cuts in.


　　“Your mom keeps leaving messages on the answering machine. She knows you’re never here, and I know she has your cell number, so I guess she’s not actually trying to contact you directly.” She pauses, hesitant for a second. “I spoke to her briefly. She’s doing well; her nurse is taking care of her.” She smiles at me gently. Sarah texted me all this before and hadn’t been surprised at my non-responses to her messages. I remain impassive, making it clear my feelings have not changed.


　　“Did she mention her new boyfriend?” I say through gritted teeth and slide my mug onto the table, too full of so many hot drinks, with nausea rising. Sarah raises an eyebrow, then lets my comment pass. I haven’t told her about Ray, about what happened in Chicago. I will, I promise myself, tell Sarah everything, just not right now. This is all new to me, sharing … talking.


Chapter 154