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“Dirty Headlines is a fantastic enemies to lovers office romance with a perfect filthy asshole hero that I wish I’d written myself.” – Laurelin Paige, New York Times bestselling author
Dirty Headlines, an all-new sexy, enemies-to-lovers romance from bestselling author L.J. Shen is available NOW!
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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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 Célianhad 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 Célianspeak 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 Célianmy 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 LJ Shen:
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 people’s’ 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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**ARC received to review honestly**
3.5 Stars
L.J. Shen is on of my most anticipated newly discovered authors. After reading Midnight Blue and her Sinners of Saint series, I quickly caught on that she excels at writing a great asshole characters and I can’t seem to get enough.
While reading the blurb for DIrty Headlines, I was intrigued but also a little on the fence on whether I wanted to give this book a read or not. It sounded a tad bit cliché but still I was intrigued.
I’m happy I gave this book a chance. I’m new to the ‘office romance’ scene. It seems the more I read this trope the more I love it and L.J. Shen just made me love it even more.
When I first started reading Dirty Headlines I was all sorts of intrigued! I am a HUGE sucker for one night stand vibes. I love how they always end up biting the participants in the ass, making for some humorous and/or awkward moments. What made it even better was mixing in a little morning after theft! Ah, I knew immediately this wouldn’t end well for Jude but I was surprised to see that this female can seriously hold her own when going up against the ass that trumps all asses!
I loved Jude’s ability to stand up for herself throughout this novel, especially given the hard hand her life has dealt. What with a sick father, a mother that passed away, an ex boyfriend who tried to break her, and now dealing with a boss/one night stand who has the power to ruin her. Jude quickly proves that she isn’t easily broken.
Move aside Vicious, there’s a new a$$hole in L.J. Shen’s library. Célain was a surprise to me. I really enjoyed his character more towards the end. I loved watching this complex man grow and evolve into something more after meeting Jude. He views having feelings as a weakness and considering who his dad is and the way his dad treated him from childhood to now, I don’t blame him for wanting to bury them all down and for viewing them as a weakness, especially his feelings for Jude.
I loved Dirty Headlines, however, throughout the novel, I started to get a little antsy. It took me longer than what I anticipated to get through this novel. I loved the characters and the initial plot but felt the novel was a bit repetitive in some parts and other parts seemed to drag on.
Let’s get back to the positives. I have to honestly say, this novel is one of the sexiest books I’ve read by L.J. Shen. Holy hell, she definitely rocks everything she writes and sex scenes are no exceptions. I loved the chemistry between Jude and Célain from the start! SEXY AS SIN!
Overall, Dirty Headlines is loads of dirty fun! I loved the Enemies-to-lovers vibe and the back and forth banter and don’t even get me started on the sexual tension that led to some very angsty situations! What a great read.
Peace Love and Happy Reading,
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