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)

　　“Booze.” I offer as an explanation and sort of poking fun at myself.


　　“Men.” Leila nods. Knowing her poison had been a lot of sleeping around when she was pining for one ‘Daniel Hunter’ back in her early twenties. We both grin at each other and go back to eating.


　　“Yes, two words every mother wants to hear uttered from her innocent babies’ mouths.” She seems alarmed, resigned to the fact this isn’t new to her after raising six troubled children and carries on preparing her toast.


　　Everyone falls silent for a moment as we tuck into the food. I’m all too aware that we’re just delaying things. No one wants to burst this happy little pretend bubble that we are all okay and ask me anything. Even Leila has given the overbearing asshole act a moment of respite and seems wary about pushing me. I glance nervously at the two of them, heads down as they work on their food and realize the only way to get this over and done with is to rip it off, like a Band-Aid.


Chapter 397