Blog Tour: The Kiss Thief by L. J. Shen

January 17, 2019

Release Date: January 9th
Cover Designer: Letitia Hasser at RBA Designs.



They say your first kiss should be earned. Mine was stolen by a devil in a masquerade mask under the black Chicago sky. They say the vows you take on your wedding day are sacred. Mine were broken before we left church. They say your heart only beats for one man. Mine split and bled for two rivals who fought for it until the bitter end. I was promised to Angelo Bandini, the heir to one of the most powerful families in the Chicago Outfit. Then taken by Senator Wolfe Keaton, who held my father’s sins over his head to force me into marriage. They say that all great love stories have a happy ending. I, Francesca Rossi, found myself erasing and rewriting mine until the very last chapter.One kiss. Two men. Three lives. Entwined together. And somewhere between these two men, I had to find my forever.



It's no secret that The Kiss Thief was one of my most anticipated releases of 2019. L. J. Shen is one of my favorite authors of all time, and I look forward to every single book she publishes. This time was a little different though. The mystery surrounding this book and the collective excitement of all of the other L. J. fans I knew took it to a whole new level!

All the time wondering what the story would be about, what the name of it was, and basically, everything else about this book had already made for so much anticipation I could barely stand it. Then once I found out the answers to all of those things, it just made it worse!

An enemies to lovers story with an arranged marriage, a love triangle, and the mafia?! It was like she wrote this book just for me! I was ready to pay Leigh any sum of money she wanted for an early copy of this book. I thought I was going to legit lose my shit if I didn't get my hands on it soon! Patience is just not a virtue I possess. 

All that build up could have set the stage for a let down of epic proportions. I wouldn't have been surprised if it did. Having expectations like that can ruin almost anything, but guess what? It didn't. Not only did The Kiss Thief not disappoint me in the least, it completely blew me away! Every expectation I had was met and exceeded! I was on cloud fucking nine the entire time I read it.

This author's writing is mesmerizing and just downright magical. I'm so in awe of her talent it's ridiculous. I basically highlight everything and drool as I read at this point. There are no words that can adequately describe how incredible it is.

I absolutely adored everything about this novel. I couldn't be more enamored with it if I tried. The setting, the characters, the plot, and the steam are all nothing less than utter perfection. I was engaged throughout the entirety of the book, and it gave me all the feels. My emotions ran the gamut from laughter to anger to tears. I could feel my heart break, mend, and warm over and over again, and I never wanted it to end.

Before I get even more carried away and blabber on further about my love affair with L. J. Shen, I want to talk about my favorite part of this book, the characters. Francesca and Wolfe are an unlikely pair, but at the same time, perfectly matched. They're complex individuals that bring out the best in each other, challenge each other, and understand one another like no one else. From their very first meeting, the chemistry between them was insane, and it just escalated from there.

Francesca is a different type of heroine than I've read from this author before, and I enjoyed that. I loved her transformation from the slightly immature, sheltered, unsure, naive teenager in the beginning to the strong, resilient, confident young woman she was by the end. That being said, she was more than meets the eye even from the start, but nobody saw it. It didn't take long for Wolfe to though, and boy, did he like what he saw! 

Wolfe is one of my favorite asshole heroes Leigh has ever created, and that's saying a lot since she writes some of the best I've ever read. He's sexy, intelligent, cocky, complicated, and all alpha. His main priority is always to protect and care for Francesca above all else, and when it comes to sex, the man knows what he's doing. Powerful, loyal, slightly broken, morally gray, and swoonworthy af, Wolfe is everything I could want in a hero. If you love Vicious and Troy, you will fall head over heels for Wolfe. No doubt about it!

Captivating, addictive, and fantastically written, The Kiss Thief should be on the must read list of every fan of contemporary romance. It is one of the best books L. J. Shen has ever written. I can say without a shadow of a doubt, this is going to be on my favorites of 2019 list and plenty of other author people's, too.

Side note: I know some readers tend to shy away from love triangles, but if you're one of them, I wouldn't let that hold you back from picking this one up. You don't have anything to worry about in my opinion.

If you're a fan of this author's work, asshole heroes, and/or enemies to lovers romance, this one's for you!    


“Are you sure you’re on my card?” I turned to the man with a polite yet distant smile. I was still disoriented from the exchange with Angelo when the stranger pulled me against his hard body and pressed a possessive hand lower than socially acceptable on my back, a second from groping my butt. “Answer me,” I hissed. “My bid on your card was the highest,” he replied dryly. “The bids are undisclosed. You don’t know how much other people have paid,” I kept my lips pursed to keep myself from yelling. “I know it’s nowhere near the realm of what this dance is worth.” Un-freaking-believable. We began to waltz around the room as other couples were not only spinning and mingling but also stealing envious glances at us. Naked, raw ogles that told me that whomever the blonde he’d come to the masquerade with was, she wasn’t his wife. And that I might have been all the rage in The Outfit, but the rude man was in high demand, too. I was stiff and cold in his arms, but he didn’t seem to notice—or mind. He knew how to waltz better than most men, but he was technical, and lacked warmth and Angelo’s playfulness. “Nemesis.” He took me by surprise, his rapacious gaze stripping me bare. “Distributing glee and dealing misery. Seems at odds with the submissive girl who entertained Bishop and his horsey wife at the table.” I choked on my own saliva. Did he just call the governor’s wife horsey? And me submissive? I looked away, ignoring the addictive scent of his cologne, and the way his marble body felt against mine. “Nemesis is my spirit animal. She was the one to lure Narcissus to a pool where he saw his own reflection and died of vanity. Pride is a terrible illness.” I flashed him a taunting smirk. “Some of us could use catching it.” He bared his straight white teeth. “Arrogance is a disease. Compassion is the cure. Most gods didn’t like Nemesis, but that’s because she had a backbone.” “Do you?” He arched a dark eyebrow. “Do I…?” I blinked, the courteous grin on my face crumpling. He was even ruder when we were alone. “Have a backbone,” he provided. He stared at me so boldly and intimately, it felt like he breathed fire into my soul. I wanted to step out of his touch and jump into a pool full of ice. “Of course, I do,” I responded, my spine stiffening. “What’s with the manners? Were you raised by wild coyotes?” “Give me an example,” he said, ignoring my quip. I was beginning to draw away from him, but he jerked me back into his arms. The glitzy ballroom distorted into a backdrop, and even though I was starting to notice that the man behind the demi-mask was unusually beautiful, the ugliness of his behavior was the only thing that stood out. I am a warrior and a lady…and a sane person who can deal with this horrid man. “I really like Angelo Bandini.” I dropped my voice, slicing my gaze from his eyes and toward the table where Angelo’s family had been seated. My father was sitting a few seats away, staring at us coldly, surrounded by Made Men who chatted away. “And see, in my family, we have a tradition dating back ten generations. Prior to her wedding, a Rossi bride is to open a wooden chest—carved and made by a witch who lived in my ancestors’ Italian village—and read three notes written to her by the last Rossi girl to marry. It’s kind of a good luck charm mixed with a talisman and a bit of fortunetelling. I stole the chest tonight and opened one of the notes, all so I could rush fate. It said that tonight I was going to be kissed by the love of my life, and well…” I drew my lower lip into my mouth and sucked it, peering under my eyelashes at Angelo’s empty seat. The man stared at me stoically, as though I was a foreign film he couldn’t understand. “I’m going to kiss him tonight.” “That’s your backbone?” “When I have an ambition, I go for it.”
A conceited frown crinkled his mask, as if to say I was a complete and utter moron. I looked him straight in the eye. My father taught me that the best way to deal with men like him was to confront, not run. Because, this man? He’d chase.
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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