Dirty Headlines, an all-new sexy, enemies-to-lovers romance
from USA Today bestselling author L.J. Shen is NOW LIVE!!
Dirty Headlines
by L.J. Shen
A Contemporary Romance
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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
5 “Brooklyn girl and Manhattan prince” stars!!
“This is going to end badly,” I murmured, not even sure if he could hear me.
We slid into the elevator, and he pushed the second floor button, smirking. “But we will have one hell of a ride.”
Judith “Jude” Humphry is a good person but desperation can make anyone do awful things and when she walks out on her one-night stand with his wallet in hand, she knows she’s crossed the line. Now nearly a month later, Jude is shocked to find that the very man she left is her new boss, Célian Laurent, and he definitely doesn’t seem happy to see her even though their attraction is still very much present. It’s clear Célian doesn’t get involved with employees… at least he didn’t before Jude walked back into his life.
Dirty Headlines by L.J. Shen is a steamy office romance with a strong, sassy heroine and a dirty talking, badass alpha hero. A roller coaster ride of emotion you never want to get off of, it’s twisty, surprising, smoking hot, and oh, so addictive. The characters are well developed and the storyline is full of depth, and I could not put this book down.
Jude is independent, unique (love her chucks!!), confident, hardworking, and smart. She shoulders so much in her personal life yet she is strong and determined to be her best. She deserves her job and won’t let anything get in her way, including her asshole boss no matter how he makes her insides sing.
“Ambition,” she whispered, running her hand along my dress shirt.
What?
“I wore the black Chucks because black represents ambition. Motivation. I want to work here. I want to prove myself. I have a lot to offer, in and out of the newsroom.”
If anyone can write a hero who is a complete dick but who we can’t help but love, it’s Shen. And Célian is a total dick! But his domineering alpha ways are a mega turn on, and he is so much more than the rich, sexy, arrogant asshole everyone sees. He lets us in a little by little every time he opens up to Jude and I loved it. Behind his cold demeanor is man who is broken and vulnerable, and my heart hurt for him and all he has dealt with growing up the way he did.
Even though they are different in so many ways, Jude and Célian are so good together. They give as good as they get and Jude has no problem keeping up with Célian and his bossy ways.
I was torn between liking how it felt to spend time with her and hating how she made me want things I’d never cared about.
She challenges him and doesn’t let him walk all over her while opening his eyes to feelings he’s never had, bringing out his sweet side that leaves the reader swooning for days.
This story is also hot as hell! The sexual tension builds deliciously with all of the pushing and pulling, and with a scorching chemistry like theirs, Jude and Célian set the pages on fire when they are together.
It isn’t just physical though. Sure the sexy times and dirty talk will melt your panties but the sweet and swoony moments will melt your heart. I felt the intense connection they shared and saw their feelings grow, and I couldn’t stop from swooning and falling right alongside them.
Throw in some twists and add in some angst and you get a gripping love story that will consume you! Dirty Headlines is definitely a new favorite that I can’t get enough of!!
*ARC generously provided by the author and Social Butterfly PR in exchange for an honest review*
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 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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