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)

　　“Jake. I need to get out.” I wake with a start, my head spinning and nausea coming at me as soon as my sleep addled brain comes around. It’s close and I’m going to hurl badly.


　　“We’re here baby, hold on, let me help you.” Jake jumps out and comes around the car pulling me out fast, just as my stomach throws up the bottle of water, I drank mid-journey, all over the gravel driveway of his mother’s house. Jake jumps back making sure his trainers don’t take a direct hit but keeps me in the crook of his arm.


　　“I swear that time you were aiming.” His mouth comes to my forehead and holds me against him as the retching subsides. He sweeps back my hair instinctively.


　　“Pay back for waking me up with a bottle of water an hour ago,” I grimace, my stomach aching from the effort and I’m rewarded with a smile. He picks me up in his arms like a child and walks me toward the house. He has no qualms about picking me up anyway; not that I am complaining.


Chapter 291