Monday, September 10, 2018

Blog Tour & Book Review: Dirty Headlines by L.J. Shen

Dirty Headlines
by L.J. Shen
Genre: Contemporary Romance / Enemies To Lovers
Release 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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 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 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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My review:

Who would have thought that assholes can be this attractive?! I scared even myself by how fascinated I was with this cocky bastard, because that type isn’t usually my first choice of men.

Célian and Jude - smart asses of the century - were constantly running their mouths like they wanted to get one up on the other. It was spellbinding and funny to read their exchanges as they were quite the polar opposites which made them even more interesting for the other. There was electricity between them that was off the charts and I was sold to them right from the start. I’ve read only a few books from this author so far but this was my absolute favorite.
‘He was a level of gorgeous most people were not programmed to process. I’m talking Chris Pine perfect, Chris Hemsworth mammoth, and Chris Prat charming. He was a triple-C threat, and I was S.C.R.E.W.E.D.’
Célian Laurent was one hot book boyfriend! Jade had her work cut out for her with this guy. And I was in love!

Mr. Know It All was a douche and so full of himself. He was demanding, arrogant and a cocky bastard overall. He knew he could get away with everything he said which is why there was rarely anything nice leaving his mouth. It was rather dirty to say the least. But there was something about him that just pulled you to him, no matter how much asshole, he was oh so hot, not only because it’s incredibly sexy how knowledgeable, smart and sophisticated this man was!! This quote is an apt description of him though ->
‘I was an insufferable asshole.’
And just when I thought I’d figured him out, that he was just a giant prick, he surprised me with thoughtfulness and nice gestures. And that was just at the beginning. Imagine what else followed…

Célian discovered some interesting facts about Jude and what’s more intriguing than a woman full of surprises? Clearly, it got harder for him to get her out of his mind. She was smart, witty and gave it to him good! He never passed an opportunity to try to outwit her but she was perfectly capable of holding her ground. I just loved their sarcasm, humor and banter especially when it got impossible for them to keep a poker face at work and they got busted pretty soon. Imagine how everyone reacted.
‘Ping-ponging with him was fun. He was curt, sharp, and unaffected, but oddly, I didn’t find him rude.’
Jude quickly got to know her way around him. I loved how great of an equal she was for him. She was mouthy, very smart, independent and strong headed. She was sharp as a razor and did a damn good job of standing up to Célian. I loved the detail about her chucks and that he noticed it.
‘Her Chucks were red today. Oh, boy.’
The story started hard, fast and oh so hot! I wish this was how one night stands usually worked. Those two characters were something else entirely and I absolutely loved this story!

This was literally me during this read ->
‘My heart cartwheeled, finishing its flip with an Olympic bow.’
-- I voluntarily reviewed an ARC of this book given by Social Butterfly PR. --

My rating: 5 of 5 stars
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