Wednesday, September 12, 2018


"This whole book was one rock star moment after another... Simply put ... A MUST READ!" - Craves the Angst

Dirty Headlines, an all-new sexy, enemies-to-lovers romance from bestselling author L.J. Shen is available NOW!

TITLE: Dirty Headlines
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
RELEASE DATE: September 4, 2018
Social Butterfly PR

RATING: 5 Stars!

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.

"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

REVIEWER'S NOTE: I received an eARC from the author in exchange for an honest review.

5 stars!
"This whole book was one rock star moment after another... Simply put ... A MUST READ!" 

The Review: 
This author can write THE BEST arrogant, domineering, alpha JERKS! And you can’t help but love them. From the moment this book opens up, I was H.O.O.K.E.D! With fun, witty writing, sexy-as-hell bedroom scenes, intelligent and belligerent characters I absolutely fell in love with, fantastic and mesmerizing dialogue all wrapped around an amazing, phenomenal story, Dirty Headlines is THE must-read of 2018!!

This book gets all the stars!

Jude Humphry is smart, savvy, and a truly good person. But she’s also down on her luck. After bombing another job interview, the bills piling higher and higher, finding her boyfriend of five years bumping uglies with his boss and helping her father deal with his sickness, she takes her sorrows to a bar and tries to drown them in alcohol she can’t afford. She isn’t a one night stand kind of girl. Or at least she wasn’t ... until she accepted the invite from the hot dirty talker that just plopped down beside her. She isn’t a thief. Or at least she wasn’t ... until she stole all the money from his wallet while he slept.

She thought she’d never see him again. Too bad he just became her new boss!

Célian Laurent rules his broadcast company and his life with an iron fist. He’s irritable, moody, broody, and he’s an angry man, who has every right to be. He’s got a mad hate for his father, for the lack of true parenting by his mother and he’s mad at himself and the world around him. He’s been hardened by life and the choices others made for him. He’s rude, cynical and unapologetic. Most tremble in his wake, including his employees, as he wields belittling words and deific like power. But as they fear him, they also recognize his tenaciousness, his passion, and his vigorous inner alpha. And let’s not forget that dirty mouth. In the boardroom, the man is a titan. In the bedroom, the man exudes sex!

He also has a burdened heart filled with guilt and pain.

So of course, Jude Humphry couldn’t help but fall victim to his prowess, albeit reluctantly and fighting it tooth and nail the entire way.

I LOVED the chemistry between Jude and Célian. It was HOT HOT HOT! FIERY, MOLTEN LAVA HOT! Those bedroom scenes? Insanely hot. Did I mention hot?

This whole book was one rock star moment after another. The story was engaging and had me quickly devouring the pages to see what would happen next. The plot was twisty with a smarmy bad guy who wanted to destroy his son. Two outstanding main characters who filled the pages with some of the best banter I’ve ever read! The author had me rooting for them from the moment they meet, all the way to the delightful end. Every time Célian let his inner beast growl, I swooned a little more. Jude is unique, and a force of nature. And she totally held her own against the tyrant.

There was never a dull moment. And that ending? Amazing and perfect!

The Wrap Up: 
Simply put ... A MUST READ!

Download your copy today or read FREE in Kindle Unlimited!

Book Excerpt for DIRTY HEADLINES...

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.


“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.


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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