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)

　　At first, I understood, I mean her dad is only getting worse and they don’t think he has much time left; but now weeks in, and more than a dozen of these episodes, I am losing my temper. I catch a glimpse of him pulling his phone towards him and sighing. I see that moment of self-doubt, where he is trying to choose whether to answer or not and I can already tell, he will. To me it says it all. Saying nothing, I get up from the couch fast and storm over to the kitchen to look for food. If I am out of direct sight, he might not see me hating on him and making death motions with kitchen utensils behind his back.


　　Opening the refrigerator and pulling out the chocolate and Pepsi he keeps for me, despite claiming he never would, and then rummaging for the box of snacks he dutifully keeps in the cupboard. I put some popcorn in the microwave and try to zone out as I hear his voice on the one-sided telephone call.


Chapter 489