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)

　　Sometimes I really dislike him, and he makes me rage like nothing on earth, then other times I want to smooch his face to death and never let him go.


　　I sigh and stare at the mess I’ve left in the kitchen and contemplate cleaning it up. The place stinks, but I’m tired and he does pay Janetta to do this for me. I know she is really anal like Arrick, it’s why they get on, and will probably clear it up when she comes to check on the damage anyway.


　　I wander to the bedroom lazily and pull back the throws and blankets I insist we have in here, even though the apartment never really gets cold. Laying my bowl on the nightstand to eat in bed, I smile when I slide into my side and see all his familiar things on his own nightstand. His shades, his watch he wears for special occasions and a discarded set of cufflinks.


Chapter 559