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)

　　He chuckles harder, pleased with his bedroom antics, although I am most definitely glad he isn’t truly a good boy when it comes to that.


　　“Because I now have an itching for a new one, thanks to you, and I need to find a good spot for ‘I love Sophie’ on my body.” He stretches out, dropping his fork and eyes me seriously, I roll my eyes, again.


　　“Don’t you dare! Do you know how lame it is when girls get their boyfriends name tattooed on them? You would be worse than lame if you did it, worse than a lame girl.” I point out.


　　“So somewhere people can’t see it then?” He asks innocently, and I literally want to smack him on the head.


　　“Stop it, you’re not even funny. Considering you fight half naked, and all over the TV when you do, then the only unseen bits are not getting tattooed.” I stomp my foot, missing his toes by millimeters and start to get agitated with his so called playful joke.


Chapter 510