Dirty Headlines, an all-new sexy, enemies-to-lovers romance from bestselling author L.J. Shen is available NOW!
Tittle: Dirty Headlines
Author: L.J. Shen
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publishing Date: September 7th, 2018
Blurb
Célian Laurent.
Manhattan royalty.
Notorious playboy.
Heir to a media empire.
…And my new boss.
I could have impressed him, if not for last month’s unforgettable one-night stand.
I left it with more than orgasms and a pleasant memory—namely, his wallet.
Now he’s staring me down like I’m the dirt under his Italian loafers, and I’m supposed to take it.
But the thing about being Judith “Jude” Humphry is I have nothing to lose.
Brooklyn girl.
Infamously quirky.
Heir to a stack of medical bills and a tattered couch.
When he looks at me from across the room, I see the glint in his eyes, and that makes us rivals.
He knows it.
So do I.
Every day in the newsroom is a battle.
Every night in his bed, war.
But it’s my heart at stake, and I fear I’ll be raising the white flag.
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Review
Sweet holy baby Jesus! From the beginning I’d have already known that L.J. Shen will totally ruin me with Dirty Headlines! And I was not wrong. She literally has blown my mind far, far away. She made me fall hard for her ultimate asshole-bad-boy, aka, Célian Laurent. And when I said “fall hard” I mean it. L.J. Shen always surprises me with her refreshing and steamy writing. She knows what her readers crave because she delivers the best books, creates the best alpha male characters and her heroines are as super sassy and independent. She penned the best enemies-to-lovers-romance over 2018.
Dirty Headlines is a “MUST READ” with capital letters that no reader shall miss it. It is a fucking unicorn! I devoured it in one night like a starved book addict. I couldn’t stop turning pages. Everything screamed perfection. From the sinful cover to the unique and original story inside of this oeuvre d’art! Il n'y a pas assez de mots pour exprimer combien j'ai aimé ce livre. The plot is refreshing and the pacing is fast. Each element of this book is brilliantly intertwined to give you the best time of your life.
Célian is the strongest arrogant CEO on earth! He ruined me (and will ruin you) in the best way possible. He messed with my senses and furious butterflies threatened my sensible stomach. He is another level of book boyfriend. Damn it! I am almost sure he put the ASS in asshole! I wonder how it is to have a boss like him. He is a predator and he can smell the fear in you. Célian is an intense man who knows what he wants and his charisma made him impossible dangerous and sexy and hot AF. He is clever and he is a workaholic. I hated him and loved him at the same time.
Watching him discovering his match is a delicious spectacle you won’t want to miss because for every asshole like him there is a strong and sassy woman like Jude. Just remember that inside his cold interior resides a kind and loyal man and his few smiles are capable to light your heart like the stars light the night. Célian est un mystère de péché enveloppé dans une énigme interdite. Sa bouche sale et sa personnalité arrogante feront tremper votre culotte!
Jude is on the top of my favourite heroines. She is a fighter and her sass made her unique. Her spontaneous and original personality attracted the attention of an arrogant predator like Célian Laurent. Can the lion fall in love with the lamb? They are opposites that attracted each other like magnets. She has believed that she couldn’t love until him. L'attraction entre eux est explosive et dangereuse. Jude est la liberté et Célian est la guerre. Ils font un couple fort et beau.
An asshole CEO Check, a sassy & independent heroine Check, explosive attraction & dangerous chemistry Check, Sizzling & all consuming romance Check, an office romance Check, enemies to lovers ayes, please! In short, this book is exquisite and mind-blowing perfection. Beware, once you start this book, you won’t be able to stop reading it because Dirty Headlines is addiction wrapped in a tailored suit!
I URGE you to read Dirty Headlines because books like this are worth every penny and time. L.J. Shen NEVER disappoints her readers. That is one of the reasons why she is one of my top favourite authors. Prepare yourself for the most poetic and dirty office romance because this book will set fire in your veins. It is hot as lava. It will burn you and it will leave you wanting a piece of Célian. Five stars are not enough for me to rate this book. Let’s start with a galaxy!
Rating
Cinq étoiles rogues! Dirty Headlines est une lecture incontournable avec des majuscules.
Excerpt
He had an American accent. Not French. American. Smooth. Familiar. Ordinary. He fired out sentences at the speed of light. I heard him, but I couldn’t listen. Shock gripped my body as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. My dirty one-night stand was my boss. My lying, American boss. And now I had to deal with that—hopefully for a very long time, because I desperately needed this job.
Someone snapped their fingers, and my gaze shot from Célian’s face to Grayson.
His forehead had crumpled into a frown. “You look like you’re trying hard not to cry or having a really intense orgasm. I’m hoping for you that it’s the latter and some kind of a weird-slash-awesome condition. You okay?”
I nodded, scraping up a smile. “Sorry. Zero orgasms happening under this dress. I just zoned out for a second.”Lies. I was about to orgasm just remembering how good Célian had felt parting my thighs with his big, callused hands and dipping his tongue into my slit.
Then words stopped streaming down on everyone’s heads like a scalding shower, and I realized that indeed there was something worse than hearing Célian speak in his perfect American English. And that was not hearing him speak at all. Because now the icicles were pointed at me like a cocked gun.
I glanced up to meet his gaze. He stared at me for exactly one second before his focus snapped to Grayson. “Am I understood, Gregory?” he asked.
Gregory?
“Crystal clear, sir,” Grayson bowed, his voice trembling at the edges.
Célian jerked his chin toward me. “Your cover girl material is going downhill.”
God. Damn. Bastard.
He recognized me, and I knew it. His eyes had kindled, melting the ice and growing darker the minute our gazes mingled. He remembered, and maybe it killed him that I was here in the same way it buried me.
I want my iPod back, my gaze told him. I had over three thousand songs on that thing, and they were all too good to be wasted on that jerk.
“Jude Humphry. Junior reporter. It’s her first day,” Grayson highlighted, almost pleadingly. He shifted in my direction, as if he might need to physically protect me from the sharp-tongued, suited monster.
I suppressed a smile when I realized I’d told Célian my last name was Spears. Well, he certainly wasn’t a Timberlake. He was a Laurent. An American monarch through and through. A billionaire, a powerful force, and judging by our one and only encounter—a raging playboy.
This man was inside you, I internally shrieked. And not just once. His cock was buried so deep in you, you screamed. You can still taste the salty, earthy flavor of his cum.You know he has a freckle on his lower back. You know what sound he makes when he empties inside a woman.
I internally thanked my mind for ruining my panties in public, and nodded. “Pleasure to meet you, sir.” I offered him my hand, my face flushing with embarrassment at my choice of words.
Everyone was looking at us, and there were at least fifty people in the room. Célian—if that was even his name—ignored my outreached hand. Instead, he turned his face to the man beside him. “Mathias, any other words of wisdom?”
Mathias? Wasn’t that his father? Just how cold was the man with the icy blue eyes?
“I think you touched everything,” said the big boss—and he did have a heavy French accent, so at least the lie had a seed. Mathias stared at me placidly, like he could read the secret his son and I shared on my face.
Célian spun toward me, uncuffing his cufflinks and rolling his sleeves up his veiny forearms. “Accounting can go back to their unfortunate line of work. Couture is excused from this meeting—though not forgiven for their horrid blog. Miss Humphry?” He snapped his fingers impatiently.
He was already waltzing down the narrow hallway, knowing I’d chase him like a puppy, and no doubt taking pleasure in that fact.
“I have a bone to pick with you.”
Bone, boner—same difference, right?
I shot Grayson a please-save-my-butt look. His eyes said, I would but I still have a life to live.
I followed Célian down the hall, my Chucks slapping the floor in a hurry. He sliced through the throng of accountants, then stopped at a corner office, opened the door, barked “Out!” to the man inside, and tilted his head for me to go in. I did. He closed the door, and it was just the two of us.
Two feet of empty space between us.
About the Author
L.J. Shen is an International #1 best-selling author of Contemporary Romance and New Adult novels. She lives in Northern California with her husband, young son and chubby cat.
Before she’d settled down, L.J. (who thinks referring to herself in the third person is really silly, by the way) traveled the world, and collected friends from all across the globe. Friends who’d be happy to report that she is a rubbish companion, always forgets peoples’ birthdays and never sends Christmas cards.
She enjoys the simple things in life, like spending time with her family and friends, reading, HBO, Netflix and internet-stalking Stephen James. She reads between three to five books a week and firmly believes Crocs shoes and mullets should be outlawed.
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