"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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Dirty Headlines by L. J. Shen was at the top of my most anticipated reads list for 2018. The struggle was real waiting for this book, y'all! I clung to every tease the author decided to give us. In the morning when I logged onto Facebook, one of my first stops was always to visit her reader's group to see if she gave up any new little bit of information that day. I freaked out over every excerpt and graphic until I felt like I would burst if I didn't get to read the book soon. When it finally landed on my Kindle, I literally squealed in excitement!

With all of that anticipation, did the book live up to my expectations? Yes! It did. Leigh has never disappointed me in the past, and she certainly didn't this time either. I adored Jude and Celian together. Their chemistry was off the charts from the moment they met. The sex was hot. Their banter was everything ! I loved it all!

Celian is a rich, ambitious asshole that has worked his ass off despite the fact that his family owns the company he works for. He's not one to rest on his laurels. No one loves that company more than Celian, and no one works more to make it the best it can be.

Celian's work ethic is what I appreciated most about his character. He could have sat back and floated along in life. Money, his family's connections, and his good looks could have carried him far, but he wanted to earn every single thing he had. In my eyes, he did that and more.

Jude brought out his vulnerable side in a way that surprised and delighted me. He poured his heart out to her, and she never took that for granted. I like that he found in her and her father what he had been missing his whole life from his own family. It made me happy to see Celian's heart grow like the Grinch's after Jude came into his life.

Jude. Where do I start with her? She's ballsy, caring, selfless, sarcastic, talented, quirky, and brave. Her dedication to her work is top notch, and she never backs down to anyone. In other words, she's Celian's perfect match. From the way she mouthed off to Celian when he scared the shit out of everyone else to her colorful collection of chucks, the woman had me from hello.

I liked that Jude and Celian's relationship felt relatable when you ripped out the him being crazy rich part. They may have felt more real to me than any of the other relationships Leigh has written thus far. Don't get me wrong, Vicious and Millie are still my favorite couple, but Celian and Jude felt more relatable in a lot of ways.

Maybe I can relate to Jude more, because my father had cancer, and I took care of him. Maybe it's because I know about the financial hardship it causes. I remember that helplessness you feel when you have to just sit by and watch the man that taught you everything you know and made you who are slowly die before your eyes....wishing there was something you could do to save him but knowing you can't.

I've been in a relationship with a man that has a piece of shit for a father and a mother that didn't really make up for it. I know what that can do to someone. I understood why Celian was the way he was, and I've watched someone like him find family with mine the same way Celian did with Jude's father.

I've noticed a lot people say this book felt lighter than her other novels, but I didn't feel that way at all. If anything I thought it brought pieces of me into it. The difference is in this book Celian's money fixed a lot. Jude's love was enough to heal Celian's wounds, and there was a twist to his story that made things with his father more bearable. It's not always like that in real life, but it's nice to see someone in a similar situation have a happy ending even it's in the pages of a book.

I don't mean to make you think this book was depressing, because it's not. That's just what I brought into it. Lol There is plenty of fun, flirty banter, lots of steam, and healthy dose of humor thrown in for good measure. The friendships in this story were a nice addition, and I enjoyed the melding of Jude and Celian's life and loved ones in the end.

If you are on the fence about reading this one, hop on over. It's well written, entertaining, and of course, it contains one of Leigh's amazing alphahole heroes. What more could you want?

I recommend Dirty Headlines to any fan of contemporary romance.

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.