Comedy, Confict & Romance - The Collection: The Comedy, Conflict and Romance Series

By JUDY ANGELO

A SERIES OF SAUCY STORIES

Book 1 - Taming the Fury – Renee Cartier, wealthy and powerful business woman that she is, finds that she must use her wiles to survive the trap set by her most formidable foe yet, Logan Dunn, the man who shows her there's more than one way to skin the 'fat cat'.

                            

Book 2 - Outwitting the Wolf – The jungles of Peru – the last place you want to be, with a man you can't stand.  This is what Keira is faced with.  But when she finally has the upper hand, she makes full use of it, teaching Devin a life lesson he will never forget.

Book 3 - Romancing Malone – Seducing your Ex.  What kind of insane plan is that?  But this is the dilemma Coutney finds herself in.  Crazy girl that she is, she agrees to charm the pants off Malone – both figuratively and literally.  But she has a good excuse.  It's the only way she can save him from the stupidest move a man could ever make. 

BONUS - Naughty by Nature – Tessa Tyndale is like no woman Wolf Spencer has ever met.  The first time he meets her, he considers her a demure little pixie.  But he soon finds out that she is far from that.  When it comes to your sanity…and your heart…Tessa Tyndale is nothing but danger.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phoenix Publishing Limited
• Release date: Apr 2, 2018
• ISBN: 9781540199539

JUDY ANGELO

New York Times & USA Today best-selling author, Judy Angelo, considers herself a ‘traveling writer’. She currently resides in Ontario, Canada but prior to that she called New York and then Illinois home. She has also spent considerable time in the Caribbean, Latin America and Europe. She loves to travel as it provides her with interesting and diverse settings for her stories.   Judy fell in love with romance novels as a teenager and has never lost her passion for these stories of love and life, conflict and reconciliation, relationships and family. For her, it was a natural progression from reading romance novels to writing them. So far, she has written over 70 romance novels, including the best-selling Bad Boy Billionaires series. Her other series include The Billionaire Brothers Kent, The Castillos, and the Comedy, Conflict & Romance series.   She hopes to continue entertaining her readers with intriguing stories for many years to come.   Website - www.judyangelo.blogspot.com   I would love to hear from you! [e-mail]

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A SERIES OF SAUCY STORIES

Book 1 - Taming the Fury – Renee Cartier, wealthy and powerful business woman that she is, finds that she must use her wiles to survive the trap set by her most formidable foe yet, Logan Dunn, the man who shows her there’s more than one way to skin the ‘fat cat’.

Book 2 - Outwitting the Wolf – The jungles of Peru – the last place you want to be, with a man you can’t stand.  This is what Keira is faced with.  But when she finally has the upper hand, she makes full use of it, teaching Devin a life lesson he will never forget.

Book 3 - Romancing Malone – Seducing your Ex.  What kind of insane plan is that?  But this is the dilemma Coutney finds herself in.  Crazy girl that she is, she agrees to charm the pants off Malone – both figuratively and literally.  But she has a good excuse.  It’s the only way she can save him from the stupidest move a man could ever make. 

BONUS - Naughty by Nature – Tessa Tyndale is like no woman Wolf Spencer has ever met.  The first time he meets her, he considers her a demure little pixie.  But he soon finds out that she is far from that.  When it comes to your sanity...and your heart...Tessa Tyndale is nothing but danger.

TAMING THE FURY

JUDY ANGELO

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COMEDY, CONFLICT & ROMANCE Series

Book 1

TAMING THE FURY

Multimillionaire corporate head and heiress to a wine empire, Renée Cartier is used to being the woman in charge, with everyone jumping at her command.  That is, until she has a run-in with the most insufferable man she’s ever met, Logan Dunn, the director of a school that she sponsors.  She can’t wait to use her power to make his life miserable until, much to her chagrin, she falls into his trap, accepting his dare, which puts her under his control, answering to him, for a whole week.  It ends up that this is the most eventful...and petrifying...week of her life.  But it is also during this short week that she falls under Logan’s spell, realizing that he’s the man she’s been searching for, all her life.

Logan can’t wait to get revenge on the snooty diva who tries to get him fired.  He devises a plan to get her under his control, with every intention of making her suffer the whole time she’s forced to work for him.  At first he succeeds, but then the wily woman surprises him by surviving his challenge.  When she turns the tables on him he soon finds that he’s the one fighting to survive.  He’s in danger of losing, not just his dignity, but also his heart.

Comedy, conflict and romance – a tantalizing triad for those who love an entertaining romantic adventure.

CHAPTER ONE

Get that thing away from me.  Renée swatted frantically at the hornet that was flying straight toward her face.  She jumped back.  Why did you take me to this godforsaken place? she squealed.

I’m sorry but I told you, it’s good P.R.  Her public relations manager rushed forward to help her.  This is the perfect time for us to run a feature on you, and what your money is doing out here.

When he batted the determined insect out of the way she sighed her relief then, still traumatized by the attack, she feverishly fingered her hair, just to make sure her attacker hadn’t found a hiding place there.  When she was satisfied that she was safe she straightened her back and marched forward, intent on reclaiming her dignity.  All you told me is that you were taking me to Challenger Camp. What kind of place is this, anyway?

Roger scrambled after her.  "It’s one of the non-profit organizations you support, a school for boys at risk.  That’s why we’re here - to make you look good.  It’s not all about your everyday business.  We want the public to know you’re a philanthropist as well.

She rolled her eyes.  And I had to come all the way out to this wilderness to tell them that?  Couldn’t I have stayed in my office and talked about this place without actually coming out here?  Look at it.  Who in their right mind would want to be out in this wilderness, anyway? 

Not feeling charitable at all, Renée looked around the camp grounds.  She was right when she said it was a wilderness.  There was nothing classy about the place at all.  As she studied her surroundings all she could see were low wooden cabins with log benches in front of each one, the paths from cabin to cabin nothing but dirt tracks.  There wasn’t even a lawn, let alone a manicured one like she was used to seeing.  The place was more earth and mud than anything else.  And it smelled awful, like cow dung, or worse.  Annoyed, she flashed her hair out of her face.  Let’s just do this and get it over with.  I don’t want to be here a minute longer than necessary.

Roger waved to the two cameramen, urging them on.  He turned again to Renée.  I know this is not your cup of tea but it’s important.  We need to soften your image to the public.  That post on YouTube, depicting you as a tyrant, didn’t help any.  Just consider this damage control.

Grudgingly, she slowed her pace and glanced over at him.  So what am I supposed to be doing here?

He sighed in what sounded like relief.  Okay, here’s the thing.  We want to give you a human face.  He stopped and chuckled.  No, that didn’t come out right. What I mean to say is, we want you to appear benevolent, likable.  I think this will do it.  We’ll film you speaking with the director, hearing how the school has changed the lives of so many boys, discussing the fact that it’s all because of you that this place has been able to stay open over the years.  He gave her a smug look.  It’s all about you, and that’s what’s most important, right?

And then can we get out of here?  My hairdresser will be coming over this evening.  He’s the best in California.  He’s in high demand right now so I don’t want to miss him.

Yes, yes.  Of course.  We will wrap this up in no time.

By this time they’d reached what looked like the main building on the compound.  When they walked in, a young woman was seated at a desk.  Renée didn’t bother waiting on her crew.  She walked over to the woman.  I’m Renée Cartier, President of Cartier Communications.  I’m here to see your director.  He is expecting me. 

She looked the girl up and down, wondering how one so young could be in a remote place like this.  Didn’t the girl have a life?  Somebody like her, looking like she was college age, should be out with her friends having fun, or at least getting herself put together.  She looked like she hadn’t been to a hair salon in months and she wasn’t wearing makeup.  A plain Jane who needed a lot of work.

When the girl didn’t move right away she raised her eyebrows.  I’m waiting.  I don’t have all day.

The girl blinked then jumped up from her chair.  I’m sorry, ma’am.  I was just so surprised.  It’s not often that we get visitors all the way out here.

Well, you should have been expecting me.  Weren’t you advised that Renée Cartier would be here today?

The girl shook her head.  No, ma’am.

Renée frowned.  This was not a good start.  She was definitely not impressed by this operation.  Let your director know that I’m here, and be quick about it.  Please.  She tacked on the last word so she wouldn’t sound too bossy.  She’d been accused of being too domineering but, as far as she was concerned, it was necessary when you needed to get people moving.  Still, Roger had told her they were here for damage control so she would play nice, at least for the moment.

The girl nodded.  Yes, ma’am.  Right away.  She rushed toward a narrow hallway, leaving Renée, Roger, and the video crew standing, watching her flight.

They were surprised when, just as she reached the corridor, she came to a sudden halt.  She turned back to them.  Oh, I’m sorry.  I forgot.  Mr. Dunn is in a class right now.  One of our teachers didn’t make it back to campus for the start of the school year so Mr. Dunn is filling in.  He’s with Mr. Smith’s class.  She paused, looking uncertain.  I don’t think I should disturb him.  Would it be possible for you to wait?

Wait?  Do you know how far we’re coming from?  Renée stepped forward.  This is unacceptable.  I will not wait here a minute longer than I have to.  She felt when Roger put his hand on her arm but she jerked it off.  You go and get your director right now.  I’m sure what he’s doing is not as important as meeting with me.

Looking defeated, the girl turned and hurried out of the office then across the yard toward one of the log cabins on the other side of the compound.  She was back within minutes but she was alone. 

Where is he?  Renée glared at the girl, her patience wearing thin real fast.

Her eyes widened.  He says he’s not aware of an appointment with a Renée Cartier.  He asks if you can wait or come back another day.  This is not a good time for him to meet with you.

Renée had to fight to keep her mouth from falling open.  Had she heard right?  Had the man just disrespected her, refusing to come to meet with her?  Where is he? she said again.  He’s in that building across there, isn’t he?  She stepped out of the office and onto the dirt track.  Come on, she said over her shoulder.  That man is going to meet with me, whether he likes it or not.

She marched across the compound, her crew in tow, until she got to the low brown building.  There she saw a man, tall and rugged, dressed in a navy blue sports jacket, speaking to a group of about a dozen or so boys wearing army fatigues.  He was gesticulating, the look on his face earnest, and the boys were paying close attention, all eyes trained on him. 

Renée didn’t care. She had an appointment to meet with him and meet with him, she would.  She was Renée Cartier and no-one, especially not the director of a school she financed, would keep her waiting.

She stepped aside and jerked her head toward Roger, meaning for him to get the man’s attention, then watched as her P.R. manager beckoned to the director.  The man looked over at the door, his eyes widening in surprise, indicating that he hadn’t noticed they were there.  He paused his presentation and frowned then looked at the boys.  Excuse me a minute, will you, gentlemen?  He turned and headed toward the classroom door and the closer he got the more clearly Renée could see his face.  It was a striking face, with square jaw and strong cheekbones, his buzz haircut making him look stern. 

He was at the door, right in front of them now.  Yes?  May I help you?

Roger stepped forward.  I’m sorry to disturb you but we’re from Cartier Communications.  It was arranged for us to be here on the first day of school to film you speaking with Ms. Cartier, discussing her role in providing this resource to the community.

The big man frowned.  I’m not aware of such an arrangement.

But...but it was arranged with the chairman of the board, Mr. Phillips.  I arranged it myself.  Roger’s voice ended in the air on a note that sounded doubtful.

The man folded his arms across his chest.  No-one advised me of that.  I will have to ask you to wait or come back another day.  You can make an appointment with the administrator.

Renée was having none of that.  Do you know how far we’ve come, for this meeting? she snapped.  We will not come back another day.  It’s now or never.

The man looked her up and down and in his dark eyes there was none of the awe that she was used to.  On the contrary, she could have sworn she saw a hint of disdain.  Make it never, then, he said coldly.  That’s fine by me.

She sucked in a sharp breath, shocked by his lack of respect.  We will do this feature today, or else...

Or else what?

Don’t you worry about that.  Just know this.  It won’t be anything nice.

Please, Renée.  Roger turned to her, looking like he was going to try to appease her, but she brushed him away and stepped forward.

The man, eyes narrowed, turned his body and blocked the entrance.  Listen, lady, as you can see, I’m in the middle of a class.  I would suggest you wait until I’m available or, like I said, you can make an appointment and come back another day.

That did it.  It was time for her to throw her weight around.  She folded her arms across her chest.  Do you know who I am?

The look he gave her was hard as granite.  I don’t give a damn, he growled then he turned and, without so much as an ‘excuse me’, he stalked back into the classroom.

Well.  Renée stared after him.  Talk about rude.

Roger shook his head.  Well, we did show up unexpectedly.  According to him, he never knew we were coming.

That’s beside the point.  Obviously, we are very important people.  He should have had the courtesy to accommodate us.  She tossed her head.  Let’s go.  I don’t plan on staying here, being subjected to insults.  She turned.  I’m leaving, but that brute hasn’t heard the last of me.

She marched away, Roger and the video crew behind her.  She had never been so humiliated in her life.  Being fourth generation money, respected everywhere she went, she didn’t have to put up with this.  It was time for her to make her exit.

Head held high, Renée walked back across the yard, determined not to look back.  She would not give that man the satisfaction.

But maybe she should have been looking down, at least part of the time.  She suddenly felt her right shoe sink into something soft and squishy.  She gasped and looked down just in time to see her Manola Blahnik pumps sinking into a puddle of mud.  She squealed and jerked her foot but her shoe sank even deeper, like she was in quicksand.  My shoe, she wailed, yanking her foot back.  Ugh.  The suction of the mud was so strong it pulled the shoe clear off her stockinged foot, leaving her standing on one leg in perilous danger of toppling over.  Help, she squealed, and grabbed for Roger just as she started to tilt.

But she caught him unawares.  Instead of supporting her he began to topple, too, his arms flailing as he pitched forward, tumbling down on top of her.  Renée shrieked, her nails digging into his coat as she clung to him in desperation.  It was hopeless.  He was falling, too.

The next instant she landed, bottom first, in the mud puddle, Roger tumbling on top of her.  His plump frame was stifling and heavy, knocking the breath out of her.  She couldn’t even draw in enough air to scream.

Miss Cartier, are you all right?

Geez.  How did that happen?

Jason and Kevin dashed forward to help but it was too late.  She, Renée Cartier, daughter of one of the richest families in all of California, was sitting in a pile of mud, her overweight employee sprawled on top of her.  She’d thought her experience with that beast of a director had been humiliating but this beat it, hands down.

She pushed at Roger but he didn’t budge an inch.  It looked like the wind had been knocked out of him.  Get him off me, she shrieked.  Help me up.

What were the idiots waiting for?  Jason and Kevin were standing there, mouths open, staring like they were in shock.  It was when she began to push at Roger again that they moved, each one grabbing an arm and lifting the big man off her.

As soon as they did she scrambled up, not sparing a glance Roger’s way, only concerned about saving her dignity, or at least what was left of it.  As soon as she was upright, one foot in high heels, the other flat on the ground, she twisted around to peer behind her.  Oh no, she moaned at the sight.  Her linen-covered bottom, once beige, was now splattered with mud and grass.

Fuming, she was brushing at the mess when she heard the unmistakable sound of laughter.  She whirled around to see that insufferable man, the one who had been the start to this hellish day, standing in the doorway of his classroom, laughing at her. And his classroom of boys, the whole lot of them, were peering through the windows, laughing at her, too.  Little beasts, she snarled, not caring if they heard or not.

Renée was so mad she could have screamed, but that would only make things worse. Instead, she gritted her teeth, bent to pull off her lone shoe, and marched ahead, her feet bare except for her stockings.  Come on, she muttered to her crew.  Let’s get out of here.

She could hear them scrambling after her but she didn’t look back.  She kept going until she’d crossed the yard and reached the Porsche Cayenne SUV.  She flung the passenger door open and climbed in, looking neither to the right nor the left.

As soon as Roger took the passenger seat she buckled her belt.  Drive, she said through gritted teeth.

He started the car, gunned the engine then screeched out of the camp grounds like the bats of hell were after him, making a heck of a ruckus.  Renée didn’t care.  She just wanted to get away from that hell on earth as fast as she could.

She was so tense that several minutes passed without her saying a single word.  It was only when they hit U.S. Route 101 that her breathing slowed and the tension eased enough so she could sit back in her seat.

That man doesn’t know who he messed with, she snarled, more to herself than to Roger.

He glanced at her but said nothing, quickly turning his attention back to the highway.

Doesn’t he know it’s my money paying his salary? she fumed.  Well, not for long.  As soon as I get back to San Diego the board will be hearing from me.  She gave a bitter chuckle.  Poor thing.  He won’t know what hit him.

At that thought, she settled back in her seat, a satisfied smile on her lips.  She was looking forward to making that jerk eat crow.

***

Come in, Mark.  Logan stepped aside to let the thirteen-year-old into his office.  The boy slouched past, his mouth set in a defiant pout.  He walked over to the chair and plopped down onto it, looking like he was determined to excel in his impersonation of a slob.

Logan didn’t say a word.  He just watched the boy from where he was standing at the door, waiting for him to react to his silence.  It didn’t take long.

Well, I’m here, aren’t I? the boy growled and dug his hands inside his pockets, a sure sign that he was nervous.  He might be putting on a show of bravado but inside he was still a kid, still an early adolescent.  He hadn’t even been a teenager six months yet.

Logan walked past the slouching boy and went to stand behind the desk then turned to face him.  Thank you for coming, Mark, and right on time.  I appreciate your punctuality.

Surprise flashed across the boy’s face but, just as quickly, it disappeared.  He forced a scowl in an obvious attempt to look tough.  Yeah, sure, he growled, deliberately avoiding the director’s eyes.

There’s one thing I must ask you, though, Logan said then paused.

That made Mark lift his head to glance at him.  What’s that?

In the same way that I show you respect, I would ask you to do the same to me, Logan said, his tone calm.  You know that at this school students address teachers and administrators as ‘sir’ and ‘ma’am’.  I expect nothing less from you.

A slow flush crept up the boy’s neck.

What do you say, Mark?

Yes...sir.  The way he said the words, it was like they had to be dragged out of him.

Thank you.  That sounds much better.  Satisfied, Logan pulled the chair out and sat down behind the desk.  Do you know why you’re here, Mark?

I...think so.  There was a pause, then a belated ‘sir’.

Logan nodded.  It has to do with your behavior during the lunch hour.  Chef Johnson reported that you made some nasty remarks about the meal today, and had the younger boys in your section throwing food around the place.

Mark scowled.  I didn’t tell them to do it.  That was all their doing.

That may be so but you triggered their bad behavior with your comments and then you laughed and egged them on.  You weren’t setting a good example for them.  Logan leaned forward so he could look the boy square in the face.  You have to remember that you’re one of the oldest boys in A company.  The younger ones look up to you.  Your attitude and behavior set the pace for the rest of the team.  Do you understand what I’m saying?

He dropped his gaze.  Yes, sir.

I know you have a lot to offer.  You have a lot of potential.  I want you to give that potential a chance to grow and flourish.  He paused, giving the words time to sink in.  Look at me, Mark.  I want you to look me in the eyes, man to man.

The boy glanced up, his gaze wavering, then he held steady and didn’t drop his eyes.

I’ve got a job for you, Logan told him.  I want to appoint you House I.C.  You’ll be a leader to the younger kids, the nine to twelve year olds.  They already look up to you.  I want you to guide them, be a real leader to them, help them realize their potential.  Can you do that?

The boy frowned, his gaze uncertain.  Me?  I’ve never done anything like that before. Nobody’s ever...  He cleared his throat.  Nobody’s ever asked me to do anything like that before.

Logan smiled.  Well, I’m asking you now.  I know you can do it.  Will you take up the challenge?  Prove me right, Mark.

What...what, exactly, would I have to do?  He was beginning to look interested now, curiosity clearly getting the better of him.

Good question.  You would have to guide your team in executing a variety of tasks - drills, getting their kits ready for inspection, showing up on time at the mess hall and for their classes.  Things like that.  More importantly, you would be a mentor to them. You are thirteen years old, a young man, but a man nonetheless.  That’s how the younger boys see you.  That’s how I see you.  I need to you to be there for them, give them advice, guide them.  I need you to be their leader.  Can you do it?

I...guess so.

Can you do it, Mark?

I think so, sir.

I said, can you do it?  Logan’s voice got a little bit louder each time he asked the question.

This time, Mark shouted his response.  Yes, sir.  I can do it.

Logan’s face split into a wide grin.  Now that’s what I want to hear.  He got up, walked over to Mark and held out his hand.  Let’s shake on that.

The boy hopped up and placed his hand in Logan’s and he was grinning, too.  Yes, sir.  House I.C. reporting for duty, sir.

They shook hands then Logan walked with him to the door.  There, the boy turned and the look he gave Logan was full of gratitude.  I was scared to come here today.  I thought you were going to kick me out of the school.  He drew in a shaky breath. Thank you for believing in me, sir.  I won’t let you down.

Logan smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder.  I know you won’t.  I’m expecting great things from you, my man.  Now go out there and make me proud.

Mark gave him a brisk nod, turned on his heel and marched out of the office, back straight, head held high.

The sight made Logan’s heart swell with pride.  He’d seen the leader in Mark and he was looking forward to one day seeing the man he would become.

Still smiling, he turned and walked back into the office just in time to grab the phone on the third ring.  Logan Dunn, here.

Logan, I’m glad I caught you in office.  It’s Tom Phillips.

It was the chairman of the school’s board.  Tom.  Good to hear from you.  What can I do for you?  Logan was never one for small talk.  He knew Tom could be longwinded but the question would prompt him to get straight to the point.

Ah, I need you to come in to see me...as soon as you can.  There was a hesitation in Tom’s voice that Logan did not miss.

Sure, Tom.  I can meet with you tomorrow, in the afternoon.  Is three-thirty okay?

Yes...yes, that’s fine.  The board chairman sounded distracted.

Would you mind telling me what we’ll be meeting about?

Uhm...I think it would be best if we wait until I see you tomorrow.  All I can tell you at this point is that it’s something very important.  Maybe serious.

Very important.  Maybe serious.  Logan repeated the words.  But you won’t tell me what this is about?

I’m afraid not.  This kind of business is better discussed face-to-face.  The man sounded morose, making the skin at the back of Logan’s neck prickle.  That was always a sign of bad news.  He didn’t need that, not right now, after he’d had such a productive day with the boys.  He decided to fall back on his fail safe, humor.

Hey, were you talking to my doctor?  Did he tell you I was on the way out or something like that?  How long do I have?  Six months?  A year?

How could you say something like that?  That is no laughing matter.  Tom sounded seriously offended at Logan’s lame attempt at a joke.

All right. I’m sorry.  I was just trying to lighten the mood.  He should have remembered that Tom was a man who couldn’t recognize a joke if it slapped him in the face.

I’ll be there tomorrow at three-thirty, Logan said.  You can drop your bombshell on me then.

Thank you.  I’ll see you tomorrow.

Logan put the phone receiver away from his ear and gently laid it on the cradle.  As he did, he gazed out the window at the boys, his boys, getting ready for drill.

Deep in his gut he knew that this meeting had everything to do with that snooty diva who had passed through the gates that morning.  If he was right, he knew this was not going to be pretty.

CHAPTER TWO

What do you mean, I’m fired?

I’m sorry, Logan.  I got a complaint. 

What kind of complaint?  That I’m incompetent?  That I’ve been dipping my hand in the till?  What?

Tom Phillips gave an aggrieved sigh.  It’s nothing like that.  You know you’re the best director we’ve had for the school.  It’s just...

It’s just what?  I’m your best director but I’ve got to go?  Does that make any sense?  Logan was not believing what he was hearing.  Was this all a bad dream? Be honest with me, Tom.  At least give me that much.

The balding man sighed again.  All right.  I guess I owe you that.  He drew in his breath then shook his head.  It doesn’t make much sense but our biggest patron asked that we dismiss you.  The communication I got said you were not suited for the position.  He swallowed and put up a hand to pull at his tie, like it had suddenly grown too tight around his neck.  The letter describes you as uncouth.

What the...where the hell did that come from?  But even as the words left his mouth, Logan knew exactly who had sent that letter and why.  It was that snooty woman from the day before, the one who had behaved as if she expected him to bow down and worship her.

Tom’s face, already flushed, was growing pinker by the minute.  I...I’m afraid I can’t say.  I can’t divulge the details.

So I’m being fired but I’m not allowed to know why.  Isn’t that something?  When Tom only sat there, looking uncomfortable, Logan continued.  Can I at least know the name of this patron who sent orders for me to be fired?  He saw Tom’s hesitation.  No, don’t tell me.  You can’t divulge that either, right?  He gave a mirthless chuckle.  Would the name of that person happen to be Cartier?

Tom’s guilty look was all the answer he needed.  Logan shook his head, the enormity of the situation sinking in.  He was out of a job, just like that.  But that wasn’t what was making him feel sick to the stomach.  The worst part was that he was being separated from the boys.  He would be forced to pack up and walk away from them, his boys, some of whom he had mentored for years.  They were more than his students.  They were family.

He tightened his lips, damping down the emotions, and looked at Tom.  Is there anything I can do to reverse that decision?  Anything at all?

Tom bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes full of regret.  I’m afraid not.  Because it’s Cartier Communication that finances the school, including your salary, the decision is theirs.  The only way the decision could be reversed is if that directive comes from them.  I’m sorry, Logan.  He shook his head, looking genuinely distressed.  I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do.

Logan clenched his jaw, a frown settling on his forehead.  What if there’s something I can do, something to reverse this?

Tom raised his eyebrows.  Well, if there’s something you can do then do it.  I don’t want to see you go.  Then he paused.  But what can you do?  I’ve never met Miss Cartier myself but I’ve heard she’s a formidable woman.  She’s young but she’s powerful.

Leave that to me, Logan said.  Just give me twenty-four hours before you send your notice to the rest of the board that I’ve been fired.  Twenty-four hours.  Can you give me that?

I...guess.  He was saying the right words but he still looked doubtful.  Logan knew Tom could crack any moment.  He would have to move fast.

Then he thought of something.  Can you get me an appointment with her?  You said you’ve never met her but you spoke to her before, right?  Yesterday, the man who was with her said something about contacting you regarding some kind of appointment to see me.

Another look of guilt flashed across Tom’s face.  Yes, about that...  He cleared his throat and pulled at his tie again.  I’m sorry I forgot to tell you about that.  It was just the back-to-school rush, you know.  I had to get the kids ready for back-to-school.  I’ve got three of them.

Logan cocked an eyebrow at him.  Congratulations.

The man gave him a rueful smile.  I didn’t mean that my kids are a good excuse for not passing on such important information.  I’m truly sorry.  He put a hand to his brow and frowned as if he had a headache.  By the way, what you said about me speaking to her isn’t the way it went.  I got an email.  That was all.  I should have simply forwarded it to you right away.  Again, my apologies.

Logan put a hand up.  He was getting sick of the apologies.  He just wanted to leave Tom’s office and get to work fixing what had suddenly gone terribly wrong.

You won’t say a word to the board till I get back to you tomorrow afternoon, right?  Twenty-four hours.  Agreed?

Tom gave him a reluctant nod.  Agreed.  But if I don’t hear from you by then I’ll have to-

Logan got up, cutting him off midstream.  Twenty-four hours.  Do nothing until I get back.

Tom gave a subdued, Okay, but by that time Logan had turned and was heading toward the door.  He didn’t have a minute to waste.

***

Logan didn’t wait for the day to end before he presented himself at the office of Cartier Communications.  It had been a long drive from the ranch, as he liked to think of it - three hours on the highway - but he’d made it before the office closed, with a good thirty minutes to spare.  He walked up to the reception desk.

Logan Dunn.  I’m here to see Miss Renée Cartier.

The young woman, looking elegant in her tailored black business suit, greeted him with a reserved smile.  Is Miss Cartier expecting you, Mr. Dunn?  She blinked, her false eyelashes making the simple movement dramatic enough to notice.

He placed an arm on top of the counter.  No, she’s not, but tell her it’s Mr. Dunn from Challenger Camp.  Tell her I have something urgent to discuss with her, something that could have a serious impact on the image of her corporation.

The woman’s brows lifted but, to her credit, she didn’t ask him anything else.  One moment, Mr. Dunn, she said and then she picked up the phone and put it to her ear.  She lowered her face and spoke softly.  Celia, it’s Jess. Is Miss Cartier available?  I have a gentleman here, a Mr. Dunn, who says he has some very important business to discuss with her.  It has something to do with the company image.  May I send him up?  There was a pause then he saw the doubt creep over her face.  I’m not sure, she said.  I'll find out.  She drew the receiver away from her ear and glanced up at Logan.  Does this have to do with the Peace in Schools campaign, the one we just started sponsoring?

Yes, that’s it.  Logan did not hesitate to grab at the unexpected opportunity that presented itself.  I need to have an urgent discussion with Miss Cartier.

The girl who called herself Jess gave him a relieved smile then continued speaking to Celia, who he assumed was Renée Cartier’s assistant.  You’re right, C..  It’s about Peace in Schools.  May I send him up?  The answer must have been in the affirmative because she nodded and hung up the phone, and this time when she looked at him her tight smile had softened.  Okay, Mr. Logan.  Celia Cross will receive you on the twelfth floor.  Please take the elevators on your left and Miss Cross will be waiting to take you in to Miss Cartier.

Logan returned the smile.  Thank you.

As Jess had advised, Celia was waiting for him when he got to the twelfth floor.  She was a beautiful Asian woman who looked as elegantly coiffed as a model.  She stepped forward to greet him, smiling and giving him her hand.  Welcome to Cartier Communications, she said as they shook hands.  I’ve advised Miss Cartier that you’re here.

That surprised Logan.  Renée Cartier knew he was on his way to see her and she hadn’t told her assistant to call security?  He could think of only one explanation for the pleasant reception.  Even if she’d been told Logan Dunn was on his way up to see her she hadn’t recognized the name.  Luck was definitely on his side today.  He could only hope that Lady Luck would continue to smile on him, at least until he’d accomplished his task at Cartier Communications.

Right this way, sir.  As Celia led him down the hallway, he admired the elegant decor of Renée Cartier’s private office suite.  Like her employees, the place was perfection, almost too good to be true.  How did they get any work done in a place like this?  Nothing was out of place.  It was all elegant furniture, sumptuous rugs and magnificent paintings of landscapes.  The place reminded him of a museum.  It was certainly nothing like his office, which had paper piled on top of every available surface except for the chairs.  His office had a lived-in or, more appropriately, a worked-in look because he actually worked there.  Here, it was like everything was for show.  He guessed that was how it was when you were rich.

Here we are, Celia said, stepping in front of dark mahogany double doors.  Please go ahead.  She opened the doors, beckoned him inside, then closed them behind him.

He stood with his back to the doors, his hands folded behind his back, and waited.  Miss Cartier hadn’t seen him yet.  She had her back to him, her cell phone to her ear as she issued strident instructions.  No, that is not acceptable.  I want you to get on the phone and call him right away.  Tell him he won’t get another cent unless he recants that beastly story.  How could he say those things about the company and still expect us to advertise with him?  She was silent for a few seconds and then she hissed her anger into the phone.  I don’t care if it was the truth.  He had no right publishing those things.  You get him on the phone and tell him exactly what I said.  Don’t call me back until the job is done.  She tapped the screen then turned and flung the phone on top of the desk.

It was only then that she glanced over at him standing quietly by the door.  The second she recognized him her brows shot up.  You?  What are you doing in my office?  Who told you, you could come here?  Her voice rose with each word till the last one came out shrill and accusing.

Your receptionist called up for permission, he said, his voice deliberately calm as his gaze wandered over her.  She was even more beautiful than the first time he’d seen her.  Like her employees, she was wearing an immaculate business suit and her glossy black hair was pulled up into a sleek bun that emphasized her high cheekbones and flashing onyx eyes.  She had beautiful eyes that drew you in, but her lips were a more serious matter.  Painted ruby-red, her mouth was set in a pout that would have been pretty if it hadn’t been so petulant.  But no matter how tightly she set her mouth, her bottom lip gave her away.  Soft and full, it promised a sweet seduction, a passionate nature, and the thought of it almost made him forget why he was there.

No, she did not, she snapped.  Celia told me I would be seeing the coordinator for Peace in Schools.  You’re not him.

No, I’m not, but what I’m here to discuss is important, nonetheless.  He left the doorway and began to walk toward her desk.  I need you to call Tom Phillips and tell him I’m keeping my job at Challenger Camp.

Her eyes widened in disbelief.  And why should I do that?  You were totally disrespectful to me yesterday.  A man like you doesn’t deserve to be at that school. Her eyes never leaving him, she placed her hand on top of the phone on her desk.  I want you to leave my office right now or else I’m calling security.  I have nothing to say to you.

He came to a halt just a few feet away from her desk.  You don’t have to say anything, he said, tension tightening his jaw, but I’ve got something to say.  If you care anything about the reputation of your company, I would advise you to listen.

Her hand curled around the phone receiver but she didn’t pick it up.  Her eyes narrowed.  What do you mean, the reputation of my company?  Are you trying to blackmail me?

Oh, I wouldn’t call it that, he said, his lips curling in a smirk.  Let’s just say, I’m encouraging you very strongly.  Then his smile disappeared and he set his mouth in a grim line.  I want you to tell Tom to forget you ever said anything about firing me.  Leave my job the hell alone or else I’ll have to take action.

Her brows fell, the frown marring the near perfect beauty of her face.  What kind of action?

He smiled, but it was a cold smile that reflected no mercy.  I think the public would love to hear about what you said out there at the school.  You know, that thing about the boys being nothing but a bunch of little beasts?  Don’t you think the public would love to know what philanthropist Renée Cartier really thinks of the boys she’s supposed to love so much that she decided to sponsor their school?

You wouldn’t.  Her eyes flashed with fury.

Try me, he smirked.

She tried again.  No one would believe you.  It would be your word against mine.

His smile deepened.  Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong.  I have witnesses.  You said those words loud enough for the boys to hear you, or don’t you remember that?  Every one of them in that classroom was a witness to your insult.

She paused then her lips tightened, the frown on her face deepening.  I don’t believe this.  You have the audacity to try and blackmail me?

He shrugged.  Call it what you wish.  I call it, doing what I have to do.

And what if I don’t want to do what you’re demanding?

You’re a smart woman.  I already told you what I’d do.  And when I do... he made the last words sinisterly soft, you can say bye-bye to your company’s squeaky clean public image. 

Those words did the trick.  The flush that was rising up her neck and into her cheeks told him she was beginning to realize that he meant business.  It was good to see her squirm.  It was so good, in fact, that another thought, a seriously wicked one, popped into his head.  Now that he had her over a barrel, why not roll that barrel down the hill...with her still clinging to it?  Maybe the diva could do with a lesson, one that would show her what real life was all about.  He would get a kick out of being the one to take her down a notch or two.

He folded his arms but on his lips was a deceptively gentle smile.  If you really want to get rid of me, get me off the school property and out of your hair, there’s one thing you can do.

She threw him a suspicious glare.  What’s that?

I’ll leave the job, he said, his smile deepening.  I’ll walk away and you won’t hear another word from me, on one condition.

Yes?  Spit it out.  I don’t have all day.  Her eyes flashed fire.  She knew exactly what he was doing.  He was playing with her, plain and simple, making her sweat.  Obviously, it was driving her up the wall.  He liked that.

I’ll leave the job, he said again, if you come out to the ranch, spend one week out there with me and the boys, and survive.  At that point he paused, knowing exactly what her reaction would be.  He was not disappointed.

Are you insane?  She jerked back, the words exploding from her lips.  You must be out of your mind.  Her eyes were wide with disbelief.

That didn’t faze him.  I’m dead serious.  The words were calm and cold, in stark contrast to her violent reaction.

She shook her head.  No, you can’t be.  When he didn’t reply, she pursed her lips together and looked away.  She drew in a long breath and when she looked back at him she seemed to have calmed a little.  Look, I know you said that as a joke.  It was just to trigger my reaction.  Well, you got it, so let’s move on, shall we? 

Logan chuckled.  He had no intention of letting her get off that easily.  He was going to prod her till he got a reaction out of her, the reaction that he wanted.  You can’t do it, can you?  Who would have thought Renée Cartier would be scared of a week in the wild?  He laughed.  I thought you were tougher than that.

You don’t know who you’re messing with, mister, she said, her smile haughty and cold.  There are grown men who shake in their boots when I walk into the room.

Oh, yeah?  Prove it.  Come out to the ranch for a week.  Show me you can survive in my world.  I dare you.  He deliberately added the dare.  A woman like her would jump at the challenge.  She would never accept him having the upper hand.

You dare me, do you?  Her confidence was returning.  The look of disdain she gave him said it all.  Well, I dare you to...  As she paused he could see her mind racing.  After I complete the week with you, you have to spend a week here in San Diego working for me, doing anything I order you to do.  By this time the smirk was back on her lips.  I dare you.

Deal.  He jumped at it, saying the word fast, before she realized what she’d just committed herself to.  He wasn’t even worried about her dare.  Things wouldn’t get that far.  There was no way she would survive a week at the ranch.

She blinked.  It was then that realization crept into her gaze, but it was too late.

Logan stepped forward and stretched out his hand to her.  I’ll give you a week to sort out your business here and then I will expect to see you on campus.  Thank you, Miss Cartier.  It‘s been a pleasure meeting with you.

She blinked again then gave him her hand, looking like she wasn’t sure what had just hit her.

Feeling pleased with himself, Logan gave her hand a quick shake then turned and headed for the door.  He couldn’t resist a parting shot.  See you in a week, Miss Cartier.  Be sure to pack some boots.  It’s really muddy out there.

He was still laughing as he rode the elevator down to the ground floor.  He was looking forward to giving the domineering diva an experience she would never forget.

CHAPTER THREE

I’ve never seen you take a vacation.  It’s about time.  Madeline nodded approvingly as she pulled the smaller suitcase to the door.

It’s not a...oh, never mind.  Renée sighed then, grabbing the larger suitcase, she followed the housekeeper.  I’ll only be gone a week, Madeline.  And this isn’t a real vacation.  It’s more like...a working holiday.  She grimaced, doubting that the word holiday would describe her time in the presence of the beastly man who had blackmailed her into giving up her precious time to go bum with him and a bunch of rowdy boys in the jungle.

Only a week?  Madaline asked as she went through the back door and out to the patio, pulling the suitcase behind her.  Then why are you taking all of this? Then she glanced over her shoulder at Renée, her look apologetic.  I’m sorry, Miss.  I didn’t mean to pry.

Normally, Renée would have made it clear that what she did was her business but today she didn’t have the energy.  Just knowing she would be seeing the director of Challenger Camp had her feeling deflated.  What in the name of Pete had she gotten herself into?  She still couldn’t believe she had fallen for a stupid dare.

That’s okay, Maddie, she said, her voice subdued.  Let’s just say, I’m trying to prepare for the unexpected.

Madeline reached the Bentley ahead of Renée.  She rolled the suitcase toward the trunk then turned.  That’s the best way to be, Miss.  Prepared, just like the boy scouts.

Renée gave her a wry smile.  Funny you should say that.  She was thinking about the fact that she was about to be in the company of quite a few boys.  Whether they were boy scouts or not, she had no idea.  She just wanted to do what she had to do and get out of there.  Fast.

She opened the trunk and Madeline helped her shove the larger case in then they pushed the smaller one onto the back seat.  Her Hermes handbag would occupy the passenger seat.  Thanks, Maddie, Renée said, giving the housekeeper a quick hug.  I’ll call you when I get there.

Please do, Miss.  I’ll be waiting for your call.  As Renée got into the car and drove around to the front of the manor house and away, Madaline stood there, watching and waving.

To her chagrin, Renée found a lump beginning to form in her throat.  Wasn’t it sad when the closest person you had to a friend was your housekeeper?  She sniffed, then a frown settled on her forehead when she realized how sentimental she was being.  Just because she didn’t have any close friends she was beginning to feel sorry for herself. Where had that come from?  She’d been a loner all her life so why was she being emotional about it now?

Then, as she drove onto the highway, it hit her.  She was being emotional because she was scared.  This was the first time she’d been in a situation where she didn’t feel totally in control.  Right then she could do with a friend, just someone to talk to.  But she had no-one.

And she had no-one to blame but herself.  She was the one who’d decided it was best not to let anyone get too close.  After all, who could you trust?  She would hate to be dependent on anyone, especially where emotions were concerned.  That was one weakness she could not afford.

With that thought, that affirmation that she was doing the right thing, Renée tapped the steering wheel to switch the radio on and soon lost herself to the happy distraction of music.

It was almost ten o’clock when she drove onto the Challenger Camp compound.  The sun was hot and bright in the sky, and she could see that the heat had dried up the mud puddles that had been scattered across the yard the first time she’d been there.  Thank God for that.  After the embarrassing incident, if she never saw another mud puddle it would suit her just fine.  She didn’t need any reminder of the most humiliating moment of her life.

She switched off the engine and looked around.  Apart from the dried-up mud, the place looked pretty much the same as she’d seen it the first time.  But what had she expected?  That had only been a little over a week ago.  She wrinkled her nose.  Maybe she’d expected a miracle, like the place had suddenly transformed into a mountain spa resort?  Nope.  It was the same old dreary place she’d seen the first time.  The cabins were still plain and wooden and boring and the place was still dismal-looking, with bushes everywhere.  Not a flower in sight.  This was definitely no place for a woman.

Renée sighed then popped the door open.  She’d been stalling but now she had to go and face her fate.  For one whole week she would be at the mercy of Logan Dunn.  Not a pretty prospect.

Still, she was Renée Cartier, business leader and president of her own corporation. There was nothing that beast could throw her way that she couldn’t handle.  She would show him.

She got out of the car, tucked her cell phone into the pocket of her slacks, and marched across the gravelly driveway to the main office.  This time she was wearing sturdy boots.  Forget the high heels.  When she told Maddie she was prepared she hadn’t been kidding.  When she got there, little Miss Blondie was in the same place she’d seen her last time she’d come to the campus.

Good morning.  Renée Cartier here to see Mr. Logan.  She gave the girl a greeting that was courteous enough but she didn’t bother smiling.  What was there to smile about?  She was reporting for duty at what would be her own private hell on earth for the next week.

Oh, yes, Miss Cartier.  We’ve been expecting you.  The girl hopped up, all smiles. Was she always this sunny and bright?  She was so cheerful, it was annoying.  I’ll take you to Mr. Logan right away.  Please follow me.

Renée didn’t like having to follow anybody but she swallowed her pride and did just that.  The girl took her down the hallway then stopped at the open door of an office.  Excuse me, Mr. Logan.  Miss Cartier is here.

Finally.

Was that annoyance she heard in his voice?  Renée clenched her jaw.  She had a good mind to turn around and walk right out of there.  She didn’t need this.

Thank you, Susan.

Please go ahead, ma’am.  The girl stepped aside so she could enter.

Renée gave her a curt nod and walked past her, head held high.  When Logan Dunn laid eyes on her she wanted him to see that although she’d given in and shown up for his dare, she was in no way defeated.  She was the same powerful, no-nonsense Renée Cartier she’d always been.  Nothing was ever going to change that.

It was a good thing she was the way she was.  In his tiny office the man looked more intimidating than the last time she’d seen him.  He was standing by a file cabinet that had been pushed back against the wall, right beside his desk, his muscled shoulders looking even broader than that piece of furniture.  Maybe it was the way that he stood, feet planted wide apart, his head several inches above the top of the cabinet, but he looked bigger.  His face serious, he stared back at her, not saying a word, like he was trying to assert his authority.

Renée bristled.  He would learn soon enough that she didn’t scare that easily.

Finally, he spoke.  Good morning, Miss Cartier.  Welcome to Challenger Camp.  Please make yourself comfortable.

There was a lone chair in front of his desk, a wooden affair with a straight back.  She doubted that she could make herself comfortable on something like that but she didn’t bother to state the obvious.  Instead, she went over and took her seat.  She didn’t bother to say thank you, either.  She was here under duress, or nearly so, and she wasn’t about to play nice.

He walked over and took his own seat behind the most cluttered desk she had ever seen.  Maybe he’d stacked all those piles of papers on top just to make himself look busy.  She was not impressed.

Now that we will be working together, may I call you Renée?

She nodded.

You may call me Logan.  As he rolled his chair closer to his desk it creaked in the most annoying manner.  He didn’t even blink.  Being in that cramped office all the time, the man must have grown used to the mess and his chair’s creaks and groans.  She actually felt better, thinking he might be suffering in this claustrophobic space.

Now that we’ve gotten the formalities out of the way, let’s get down to business.  He sat forward and rested his tweed-covered elbows on the desk.

You’ll need to know a bit about Challenger Camp before you get started here.  We have eighty-two middle and high school boys ranging in age from ten to eighteen. We have a staff of nine, including myself.  You already know Susan, our administrator.  She came on board after her brother graduated from the school.  We have a teaching staff of five, a campus nurse who doubles as a guidance counselor, and a chef who has some of the older boys working with him as apprentices.  I’m the ninth person on the team.  I make sure the operation is running smoothly and I pitch in when and where necessary.

Why the man was telling her all of that, Renée had no idea.  It wasn’t like she was going to be there that long.  It wasn’t like she really cared, either.  She just wanted to do whatever she had to do and then get as far away as she possibly could from the wretched place and the boorish man who ran it.

The clang of a loud bell made her jump.  Her gaze flew to him.

First break, he explained then reached for the phone.  He dialed three numbers, obviously an extension, then put the receiver to his ear.  Susan, do me a favor. When the teachers come into the office can you ask them to come down to see me?  I want to catch them before they head back to class.  He hung up then said, I want to introduce the team to you.  They’ll be your team, too, at least for a week.

At least?  I don’t plan to stay a minute longer than necessary.

Oh, you never know, he said with a smirk.  You may fall in love with us and decide you never want to leave.

Highly unlikely.  She sniffed, not bothering to hide her disdain.

He responded with a chuckle.  We’ll see, was his enigmatic response.  Before the staff arrives, do you have any questions for me?

She wrinkled her nose then decided to voice a concern that had been on her mind. I assume you have adequate facilities out here, like running water?

He smiled.  Of course.  We’re not that rustic, however basic the camp may seem.  We even have spa facilities.

That surprised her.  You do?  I’d like to see it.

He laughed.  You’ll see it soon enough.  It’s part of the great outdoors.  I’m talking about a natural hot spring we have near the camp.  All natural.  You didn’t think we really had a spa here, did you?  He was grinning now, not bothering to hide his amusement.

No, of course not, she huffed.  I knew you were joking.  She’d believed him but he didn’t need to know that.  She wouldn’t give him the pleasure.

But now Logan had shifted his attention to something else.  They’re here, he said. I can hear the voices.  He got up.  Let’s go out into the hallway.  Having all of them at once in my office would be suffocating.  He preceded her into the corridor.

As she followed him, she saw a small knot of people heading their way.  They were chatting away but when the man at the head of the pack saw them standing there he gave a cheerful greeting.

Good morning, Logan.  We hear there’s someone special you’d like us to meet.  The small bald man was smiling.  It’s not every day we get to see someone new all the way out here in the boondocks.

The others laughed, like they agreed.  By this time they’d reached the door to Logan’s office and they all bundled up in the hallway.  Even though they weren’t in the office