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)

　　I leave Sylvana’s not realizing how late in the evening it is, and let myself into the house, the entrance hall is in complete darkness, so I clap my hands to switch on the lights.


　　It’s eerily quiet and peaceful in here, now I can see my hall minus a lot of tools and mess and protective sheeting. I blink around appreciatively and place my bag on the uncovered side unit and sigh with annoyance when I notice that damn crowbar, from here you can just spot it between the rails. The workman who left it on the stairs in the first place obviously hadn’t realized that Jake moved it, so here it is still in my house, hanging halfway up my banister where Jake left it.


　　Every other tool in the place is gone just not that. I suppose given the color of the vertical dark metal railings it’s easy to miss a crowbar hanging dejectedly beside them; similar in color, it would be easy to slip from eye sight at every other angle in the house but this one.


Chapter 352