“An expert at the dark and sexy anti-hero, Shen brings her seductive prose to anirresistible ‘second chance romance’.”-- Oprah Magazine
The Devil Wears Black, all new enemies-to-lovers, fake fiancé standalone romance from USA Today bestselling author L.J. Shen is available now!
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Excerpt
I fished for my keys in my little clutch, stomping my way up the stairs. He was still on the first step, his eyes burning a hole through my back. The one time he looked at me with anything but frost, and I was completely immune to it. pushed the building entrance door open, ignoring his plea.
Funny, I’d always thought it’d feel divine to dismiss him the way he’d dismissed me. But right now, my feelings swirled among hurt, anger, and confusion. Triumph was nowhere in sight, and glee was miles away. I was almost past the threshold when his next words gave me pause.
“Too scared to give me ten minutes of your time?” he challenged, the smirk in his voice like a stab in my back. I froze. Now I recognized him. Cold, calculated. Playfully ruthless. “If you’re so over me and not at all tempted to be under me once we get upstairs, you can go back to your blissful, Chase-free existence after I say my piece, no?”
Scared? He thought I was scared? If I were any more immune to his charms at this point, I’d actively throw up at his sight.
I swiveled, jutting my hip out, a polite smile on my lips. “Cocky much?”
“Just enough to get your attention,” he deadpanned, looking awfully like a man who didn’t want to be here.
What is he doing here, anyway?
“Five minutes will do, and you better behave.” I pointed at him with my clutch.
“Cross my heart and hope to die.” He put a hand on his chest mockingly.
“At least our hopes are aligned.”
She lives in California with her husband, son, cat and eccentric fashion choices, and enjoys good wine, bad reality TV shows and catching sun rays with her lazy cat.
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