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)

　　Who does that? I mean what the actual hell! How can you be crazy turned on and screwing your woman and then just be… just be unconscious?


　　“Arry? … ARRY? … ARRICK CARRERO!” I snap at him, jerking with all my might under him so I at least make his body shift and slide to the side enough that the fright wakes him up. I’m completely devastated in this moment, bubbling with anger and pain and close to stupid tears.


　　Arrick mumbles something as he rolls onto his back beside me and rubs his face, getting a shove in his side from me in huffiness as I pull the sheets back to me and silently hate on him. Chest tight and stomach aching with broken pride.


　　“You’re a jackass.” I spit tearfully, and he seems to come to a little more. More alert to the fact he was just quietly snoring on top of me. Complete dent to my self-esteem that he can start snoring while supposedly so hot for me.


Chapter 561