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Blog Tour: Dirty Headlines by L.J. Shen

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“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!

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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 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.

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