
“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!

CƩlian Laurent.
Manhattan royalty.
Notorious playboy.
Heir to a media empire.
ā¦And my new boss.
I could have impressed him, if not for last monthās unforgettable one-night stand.
I left it with more than orgasms and a pleasant memoryānamely, his wallet.
Now heās staring me down like Iām the dirt under his Italian loafers, and Iām supposed to take it.
But the thing about being Judith āJudeā 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 itās my heart at stake, and I fear Iāll 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 couldnāt 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 thatāhopefully for a very long time, because I desperately needed this job.
Someone snapped their fingers, and my gaze shot from CĆ©lianās face to Grayson.
His forehead had crumpled into a frown. āYou look like youāre trying hard not to cry or having a really intense orgasm. Iām hoping for you that itās the latter and some kind of a weird-slash-awesome condition. You okay?ā
I nodded, scraping up a smile. āSorry. Zero orgasms happening under this dress. I just zoned out for a second.āLies. I was about to orgasm just remembering how good CĆ©lianhad felt parting my thighs with his big, callused hands and dipping his tongue into my slit.
Then words stopped streaming down on everyoneās heads like a scalding shower, and I realized that indeed there was something worse than hearing CĆ©lianspeak 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. āAm I understood, Gregory?ā he asked.
Gregory?
āCrystal clear, sir,ā Grayson bowed, his voice trembling at the edges.
CĆ©lian jerked his chin toward me. āYour cover girl material is going downhill.ā
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.
āJude Humphry. Junior reporter. Itās her first day,ā 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 Iād told CĆ©lianmy last name was Spears. Well, he certainly wasnāt a Timberlake. He was a Laurent. An American monarch through and through. A billionaire, a powerful force, and judging by our one and only encounterāa 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. āPleasure to meet you, sir.ā 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. CĆ©lianāif that was even his nameāignored my outreached hand. Instead, he turned his face to the man beside him. āMathias, any other words of wisdom?ā
Mathias? Wasnāt that his father? Just how cold was the man with the icy blue eyes?
āI think you touched everything,ā said the big bossāand 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.
CĆ©lian spun toward me, uncuffing his cufflinks and rolling his sleeves up his veiny forearms. āAccounting can go back to their unfortunate line of work. Couture is excused from this meetingāthough not forgiven for their horrid blog. Miss Humphry?ā He snapped his fingers impatiently.
He was already waltzing down the narrow hallway, knowing Iād chase him like a puppy, and no doubt taking pleasure in that fact.
āI have a bone to pick with you.ā
Bone, bonerāsame 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 CĆ©lian 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 āOut!ā 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 sheād 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 whoād be happy to report that she is a rubbish companion, always forgets people’sā 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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This book was absolutely amazing, once I started reading I couldnāt stop ! I loved Jude and CĆ©lian they were so hot! They had great chemistry! Jude thought she couldnāt fall in love but she was so full of love it was crazy! She helped coldhearted CĆ©lian realize what mattered most in life and I just loved it. They had the cutest happy ever after ever!

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