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)

　　Arrick pushes me hard against the wall and I tense myself waiting for him to take it from foreplay to more, but instead he stops and pulls back breathlessly.


　　He fumbles in his pant pocket for a second and holds up a single key with a smile. I’m impatient, trying to push him to have sex with me already but he slides me down onto my feet which definitely implies he’s not going to.


　　“What are you doing? What’s that for?” I sound petulant, annoyed that he got me all wound up and ready to get crazily kinky and then stopped.


　　“Keys to your mom’s house. We’re sleeping there tonight.”


　　Okay, since when? I was under the impression we were sleeping in his old room for old times’ sake. More sentimentality to the first time we had sex. I mean that’s Arrick’s MO. I slept in my old room last night and he slept in his because he insisted, we did this traditionally.


　　“Why?” I blink at him a little stupefied.


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