Dirty Headlines by L.J. Shen
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
THEME:Office Romance
RECEIVED: KU

Dirty Headlines

by L.J. Shen

4.42 · 3,653 Ratings · 859

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.

REVIEW:

I think L.J. Shen is a mind reader, she always knows what type of story and characters I need at the moment and Dirty Headlines was that and more. As always I love Shen's writing and complex romance story line. Both leads are smart, damn good at their jobs and have this undeniable attraction that's off the charts.My favorite piece was Jude, she was not a character I have ever read before, she was extremely original in all the right ways.

Dirty Headlines follow Jude Humphry's who is down in her luck, no longer with her boyfriend, and she had a one night stand with an unbelievable hot french guy. Oh yah and she stole hos wallet because her dad's sick and she need to pay the medical bills. She's not one to steal but desperate times calls for desperate measures. She did have a bit of luck finding a job at one of the best media houses in the city, the crap part is her boss is her one night stand who wasn't very truthful with her that he was just visiting. Now these two come crashing together in angst, passion and making the best news possible come from their media house.

Jude, oh Jude, she is one in a million, so real and seriously smart. She is determined to earn her place and show that she knows her stuff. Yah she may have a fun appearance with wearing a different color pair of Chucks depending on her mood, but she wants to strive in her new office. However her one night stand and boss Célian are making things way harder, because he wants her, wants his wallet and doesn't give a damn about the consequences. Jude inst prepared for him but she also cant say no, they just have this connection and damn is it hot. Nonetheless her main priority is her fathers health and making sure he's good.

Célian oh how I love this unapologetic man, he is ruthless in the office, not known for being a nice guy. But he also makes his company the best and wants it to be better by getting ride of his awful and disgusting father. I have no idea how he dealt with a man like his father over the years, what an awful human being. Judes appearance in the office makes it harder for Célian and a great target for his father. Which causes some friction along the way. Jude is also the one and only person that put Célian in his place, they interactions of sarcasm and passion build and seriously made me laugh and swoon.

Overall I never wanted this story to end, I wanted a HEA but I seriously need more, because these two were so much fun and Célian is my new book husband, yes not boyfriend, husband! LOL. I even wore my Chucks the other day in honor of Jude and Célian because I missed their world so much. If your looking for a fantastically writing office romance, that does stay pretty damn professional in the office, but steams it up every where else, then look no further.

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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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