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)

　　I almost knock him over with the speed I rush at him and throw myself into his arms with renewed energy. I was so bored here for the last two hours doing nothing and nerves have a way of making me excessively hyper.


　　“Hey, you… I guess you’re feeling better?” He kisses me and drops me back down on my feet from my weird hanging around his neck position, long enough to pull his suit jacket off and kick his shoes into the hall.


　　“I am… Was fine after a nap. Think it was nerves… What happened?” I blurt out impulsively like the child I can sometimes be. Overly antsy and rambling like a weird one.


　　“Come on, sit and I’ll tell you.” Arrick turns me forcefully and ushers me back to the living room, guiding me to the couch and practically pushes me to sit before he joins me. He is infuriatingly unreadable and calm, and I guess the lack of blood on his person means he’s not on the run for murder.


Chapter 595