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)

　　Emma seems to regain control, turning to me and grabs my wrist, a moment of focused clarity between body ripping pains.


　　“Help me down onto the floor; I need to get my underwear off.” She eyes me with deadly intent, pretty much meaning ‘Sophie, take my underwear off.’ And that crazy look on her face, of a woman in serious excruciating torture, has me raising my brows with a smile and a ‘sure’, despite really wanting to jump out of the window.


　　I somehow manage to help lever her down onto her back on the cold floor, yanking my handbag over as a cushion, thanking Gucci for making slouchy bags that I tend to fill with enough crap to actually warrant being used as a pillow, and I prop her in a less traumatic looking position. This is super awkward.


　　She automatically pulls her legs up when she gets flat. Her feet flat on the floor and knees bent and opening wide, I assume it’s the birthing position of women and not how she casually lounges around the house.


Chapter 423