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eBook Category: Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: Candace Charming is definitely more than a pretty face, so when Randal approaches her to help with the new advertising direction, how can she say no? Helping the delicious executive is the perfect way to prove to her father that she has a head on her well-dressed shoulders. Things don't always go according to plan, like falling for Randal, finding out about the bet with her father or discovering Charming Chocolates hangs in financial ruins. Suddenly, it's the battle of the sexes. Randal Stevens bet Bernard Charming a million dollars he can turn Bernard's blonde shopaholic daughter into a boardroom savvy member of staff. Women are Randal's specialty, especially beautiful ones like Candace. Only he wasn't counting on the sexy bombshell to send his libido into overdrive nor the fact her crazy Siamese Mr. Sweetums' therapy is part of the package. With his head spinning from her beauty and brains, a question comes into play. Can he and Candace turn their lust into love and save the company along the way?

eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, Published: 2008
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2008

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [588 KB], eReader (PDB) [191 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [165 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [151 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [163 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [197 KB], hiebook (KML) [399 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [224 KB], iSilo (PDB) [139 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [187 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [218 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [234 KB]
Words: 52158
Reading time: 149-208 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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ISBN: 978-1-59374-983-5

"The storyline was greatly enhanced through her use of the subordinate characters in this story. The company employees, the Japanese business owners, and the competitor and his crew all made the story that much more interesting. Then too, the sensual scenes were not only frequent but graphic. This fast-paced story was almost impossible to put down. I could not wait to find out what would happen next. I can highly recommend this book to all who don't mind detailed sex scenes. It will definitely be a great read."--4.5 Hearts from Brenda Talley at The Romance Studio

"Bombshell 2 Boardroom is a zany, hot read! Candace is a truly charming character who proves that looks can be deceiving. This story proves you can't judge a book by its cover, and that there is always more than what meets the eye. Randy is a sexy smooth hero who saves the company through innovative ideas and an unlikely partner. I loved how Randal and Candace steam up the pages and incite audible laughter throughout. Ms. Schultz has a talent for penning humorous, enjoyable reads that are steamy, sexy and witty." Rating: 4 Ribbons from Romance Junkies

Chapter 1

"What the hell were you all thinking?" Bernard Charming's voice boomed through the nervous silence of the Charming Chocolates' boardroom.

Randal stared at his boss and tuned out the rant Bernard had thrown for the last five quarterly meetings. Sales are down, blah, blah. Who is to blame? How are we going to fix this? Blah, blah, blah, I want answers and I want results, people, blah, blah, blah. It may be a different quarter, but the speech remained the same.

"Randal!" Bernard's baritone rumbled.

Randal snapped his attention back to the conversation and away from his inner commentary.

"Sir." Randal stared at Bernard and nodded, presenting the façade he'd been hanging on Bernard's every word.

"I have received the reports and according to market research, our ad campaigns are not appealing. 'A touch vanilla' is what I have been told."

"Vanilla is the most popular flavor of ice cream."

Bernard's face scrunched up and his pallor changed to crimson. "That would be great if we sold dairy products, but we sell chocolate!"

He forced a smile. "I'm well aware of that, sir."

Bernard grumbled and rose from his chair to pace the floor as Nancy, an uptight woman from outside sales, snorted. A bitch with a cold and often bitter outlook on life perfectly described Nancy.

Randal turned to Nancy who smirked at him as if he were an idiot. He quickly ran a hand through his hair and flashed her one of his lady-killer smiles. Her glare changed to a scowl, validating Randal's suspicion that she most likely preferred women named Gertrude who resembled linebackers. After all, no heterosexual woman could resist one of his smiles.

Bernard continued his tirade. "The company is in trouble, people, and if we don't pull off a quarter that at least covers our budget, I will be forced to sell out." He placed his large hands on the back of his chair. "Times are changing, and for a company selling world-class chocolates, we're not even covering our costs. Young people want something more than a name of quality and elegance. They want--"

The heavy oak door opening interrupted the hard-nosed, fearless leader of the company.

"Daddy, I'm so glad I caught you. I don't mean to interrupt, but they had this great sale today and I picked up this amazing tie for you."

Randal glanced at his colleagues then followed their gazes to the doorway where Bernard's blonde daughter and heiress had just swept in like a tornado with a swoosh of shopping bags and designer perfume.

Candace Charming glanced at the people in the room. Her gaze lingered on Randal, and she smiled before focusing on her father. "I didn't realize you were busy."

"Candy, honey, I am. That's why Daddy is in here and not in his office."

She nodded. "Well, this will only take a minute. I wanted to take you for lunch."

"I'm in a meeting, Candy, and there's pizza on the way."

Candace gasped, her full lipstick-covered lips opened in shock, and she moved closer to her father. "Are you nuts? Doctor Morrison will never tolerate that with your cholesterol count." She opened her designer purse with a slender, perfectly manicured hand and started rifling through it.

That lady is something else. Randal smirked and raked his gaze over her.

She stood in the stuffy boardroom in a denim skirt that barely covered her assets and flaunted her long, tanned legs. She wore a pink fitted tee that curved over round, firm breasts as though made just for them. Decked out in pink perfection, from her purse to her toenails, her strappy heels to the rhinestone print on the front of her shirt. Every strategically placed item on her body matched and Randal would bet, all in style, including the ridiculous Siamese cat sticking out of her purse. Mr. Sweetums, the cat from hell.

Randal lifted his brows as she pulled a can from her purse.

"It's a health shake, low in sugar and better for you than a nasty pizza." She set the can on the table and turned back to her father.

Nancy cleared her throat. "We're a little busy. Don't you have a mall to be at or a spa session to attend?"

Candace blinked at Nancy in surprise. "My spa session isn't until three, but with hair like yours, I'm sure they can fit you in. Man, 1986 is gone but you've kept it alive."

He suppressed a laugh; Candace obviously had as much sass as she had class.

"Candy, honey, please let Daddy get back to his meeting. We're trying to solve a problem."

The doll woman got excited. "Oh! I love to solve problems. Maybe I can help. This one time when I shopped in Macy's, this woman couldn't decide if she should..."

Randal darted his eyes around the room to his co-workers, all either muffling laughter or wearing displeased expressions.

"Candy, this isn't shopping; this problem is with Daddy's business. You and I can do lunch another day, and I will see you tonight at home," Bernard informed her impatiently.

The sexy blonde frowned in disappointment, but nodded that she understood.

Interesting.

An idea began to form in his mind. Candace Charming happened to be among the upper crust of money, being young, rich and despite having the world handed to her on a chocolate dipped platter, she very much represented the generation and demographics of the clientele they wanted to reach. The rich, young and spoiled. Also, some of the richest people with the best paying jobs were only a few years older than Candace. Often self-made and new money, they wanted elaborate toys and had ostentatious spending habits.

Steve from accounting reached up to pet the Siamese cat, only to be greeted with a loud hiss and an extended paw with claws unsheathed, ready for a full assault.

Candace turned and smiled at Steve; both stunning and beautiful, she had a body built for sin. "Mr. Sweetums isn't fond of strangers. He's very sensitive; his pet psychiatrist thinks he suffers from abandonment issues because his mother left him at four weeks old. It's very sad."

Withdrawing his hand, Steve looked at his fingers, no doubt to make sure he still had them all.

"Wonderful. Shouldn't you and the cat be going?" Nancy chirped. "Maybe out to get a friendly dog."

Candace turned to Nancy and shook her head, her hair swung from side to side, the movement very sexy. "No, I'm not a dog person. They bark and I can't understand them."

Nancy digested Candace's response then looked as confused as she did stunned. "However, you do understand cat?"

Candace smiled and laughed. "Yes, because they don't bark."

Randal had to bite his lip to suppress his chuckle. However, in some small, twisted way, her answer held some sense.

"Okay, Candy, that's enough." Bernard nudged his daughter to the door. "Time to go. Maybe you can get me a shirt to go with the tie you bought."

Candace nodded again then looked right at Randal, casting him a smile. Randal's heart stopped and the temperature in the room shot up. Hot Candace Charming affected his libido. She usually did when they passed in the hallway or in her father's office on one of her many visits. Both the sight and smell of her were seductive. She broadened her smile and walked out of the room.

Nancy sighed in frustration. "Sir, I thought you had asked her not to stop by the office anymore, since she's a distraction to business."

His boss merely nodded at Nancy. "I did." He blew out a long breath. "She is extremely smart but has as much common sense as a chocolate-covered apple. I wanted a son to take over this company, instead, I got a daughter who will never be able to, despite her Yale education. Her lack of common sense would be Charming Chocolates' destruction."

Candace went to Yale?

"My daughter is a shopaholic with a flare for fashion--not for business," Bernard added.

"I disagree." Randal's inner thoughts fell into the room by way of his tongue. He narrowed his gaze on Bernard. "She might be the answer we're looking for."

"Maybe what you're looking for in your next conquest, but not for this company. For sure we'll lose sales and be subjected to a sell out or a merger." Nancy snorted.

Does she realize she sounds like a dog when she does that?

"Candy is sassy but not business savvy," his boss answered.

Randal couldn't make out all the pieces to the puzzle, but again thought of his earlier idea. "I think she could be."

Bernard chuckled loudly. "I would like to see that. Hell, I would even pay to see it."

The gears in his head started to turn. If sales were what they needed, along with a fresh outlook in advertising, why not ask a shopaholic with apparently more money than brains? "How much would you pay?"

Bernard's brows lifted. "Are you asking me in all seriousness?"

"Yes. Give me a number. How much is it worth to you?"

Bernard pursed his lips in thought. "Budget covering sales, and my daughter from lovable cat-carrying blonde to a boardroom executive, impossible to do, so much that I would pay one million dollars to see it and hand you the position of CEO. Tell me, Randal, what would you be willing to put on the line to prove that you can turn Candace and sales around?"

Randal smiled. What do I have to lose? "My job as advertising director."

Bernard grinned. "I like a betting man, one who is willing to take a chance. You, my boy, have a bet and three months to prove your point."

What could he say, but, "Thank you, sir. I won't let you down."