Dirty Headlines by L.J. Shen


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.

Pet’s $0.02

Célian is an ass. There’s no sugar coating it. He does who he wants and whatever he wants any time he wants and there really isn’t anyone to call him on it. Just look at who raised him. Those are two incredibly fucked up individuals. He had a ton of faults, but Shen sucks you in with little hints that he’s not the bastard you think he is and keeps you coming back for more.

Judith was one of the best female characters I’ve read in a while. She didn’t let Célian color the way she treated other people. The people in her office loved her and you could see why. She held her head high even after all the ways that he hurt her, and I wanted to cheer her on every time she stood her ground. 

Shen is fantastic at the slow burn story line. I was sure that there was no way that Célian could redeem himself in my eyes. I was sure that Judith would see the bullshit he pulled and walk away. But I’m so glad she stuck around until the end. It was satisfying in a way I didn’t expect.