#NewRelease “The Kiss Thief” by L.J. Shen

THE KISS THIEF BY L.J. SHEN

Release Date: January 9th

Cover Designer: Letitia Hasser at RBA Designs.


Sarah’s Musings…

MY FIRST FAVORITE AND MUST READ OF 2019

5+ Nemesis CROWNS

LJ Shen has rocked me world, tilted it on its axis, and I don’t which way is up or down after the whirlwind she just took me on. The Kiss Thief is EVERYTHING I love in a romance, and I never wanted this book to end. EVER!

Wolfe Keaton has taken top book boyfriend spot. With his confidence and intelligence and lethal charisma, I was utterly charmed by this man. His cold exterior makes him seem untouchable and callous, but the way he takes care of the heroine, even if it seems detached, shows he is a man who has the capability to love, and love he does. The evolution of his character, the freedom of forgiving and letting go, is so inspirational. This is man who has been wronged and instead of continuing to revel in the ashes, he rises from the love and affection to create something better and beautiful. He is willing to fall to his knees and relinquish what has held him together for love. What is more romantic than that? He has my heart. TOP BOOK BOYFRIEND material right here.

Francesca is a heroine, like most of Leigh’s, that has an inner strength. Like most of the secondary characters in the story, readers might see her as weak and docile but not all who are silent are weak, and Francesca is the farthest thing from complacent. She takes power when she can and yields it like a weapon. She pushes those who try to control her and speaks with actions when she knows her voice will be ignored. This woman who may not show her strength on the outside is stronger than any character LJ Shen has written to date. I couldn’t be more enamored with this tiny but mighty sprite of a character.

The Kiss Thief is more than my words can articulate. There is the romantic layer with hot sex and swooning declarations of love (eventually). There is the danger and the vengeance that will keep readers turning the pages. But with this book, Shen layers it with an allusion to mythology while also contemplating ideas of revenge and forgiveness and how one lifts you up and the other tears you down. If those layers aren’t enough, Shen continues to astound with her reflection on what real love is, which is letting someone you love be free, having them stay by choice versus keeping them prisoner. Real love allows for freedom and growth, evolution and change. It is an absolutely masterpiece that had me riveted from the moment these two meet and an HEA that will steal your soul and leave a smile on your face.

Leigh Shen continues to prove why she is a best seller. She integrates romance with real ideas that deal with the heart and the mind. She creates characters that consume us and loves that are so epic it shifts our world. I never ever want to leave this world or these people! I have a new Shen favorite!

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Blurb
They say your first kiss should be earned.

Mine was stolen by a devil in a masquerade mask under the black Chicago sky.

They say the vows you take on your wedding day are sacred.

Mine were broken before we left church.

They say your heart only beats for one man.

Mine split and bled for two rivals who fought for it until the bitter end.

I was promised to Angelo Bandini, the heir to one of the most powerful families in the Chicago Outfit.

Then taken by Senator Wolfe Keaton, who held my father’s sins over his head to force me into marriage.

They say that all great love stories have a happy ending.

I, Francesca Rossi, found myself erasing and rewriting mine until the very last chapter.

One kiss.

Two men.

Three lives.

Entwined together.

And somewhere between these two men, I had to find my forever.

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Excerpt

“Are you sure you’re on my card?” I turned to the man with a polite yet distant smile. I was still disoriented from the exchange with Angelo when the stranger pulled me against his hard body and pressed a possessive hand lower than socially acceptable on my back, a second from groping my butt.

“Answer me,” I hissed.

“My bid on your card was the highest,” he replied dryly.

“The bids are undisclosed. You don’t know how much other people have paid,” I kept my lips pursed to keep myself from yelling.

“I know it’s nowhere near the realm of what this dance is worth.”

Un-freaking-believable.

We began to waltz around the room as other couples were not only spinning and mingling but also stealing envious glances at us. Naked, raw ogles that told me that whomever the blonde he’d come to the masquerade with was, she wasn’t his wife. And that I might have been all the rage in The Outfit, but the rude man was in high demand, too.

I was stiff and cold in his arms, but he didn’t seem to notice—or mind. He knew how to waltz better than most men, but he was technical, and lacked warmth and Angelo’s playfulness.

“Nemesis.” He took me by surprise, his rapacious gaze stripping me bare. “Distributing glee and dealing misery. Seems at odds with the submissive girl who entertained Bishop and his horsey wife at the table.”

I choked on my own saliva. Did he just call the governor’s wife horsey? And me submissive? I looked away, ignoring the addictive scent of his cologne, and the way his marble body felt against mine.

“Nemesis is my spirit animal. She was the one to lure Narcissus to a pool where he saw his own reflection and died of vanity. Pride is a terrible illness.” I flashed him a taunting smirk.

“Some of us could use catching it.” He bared his straight white teeth.

“Arrogance is a disease. Compassion is the cure. Most gods didn’t like Nemesis, but that’s because she had a backbone.”

“Do you?” He arched a dark eyebrow.

“Do I…?” I blinked, the courteous grin on my face crumpling. He was even ruder when we were alone.

“Have a backbone,” he provided. He stared at me so boldly and intimately, it felt like he breathed fire into my soul. I wanted to step out of his touch and jump into a pool full of ice.

“Of course, I do,” I responded, my spine stiffening. “What’s with the manners? Were you raised by wild coyotes?”

“Give me an example,” he said, ignoring my quip. I was beginning to draw away from him, but he jerked me back into his arms. The glitzy ballroom distorted into a backdrop, and even though I was starting to notice that the man behind the demi-mask was unusually beautiful, the ugliness of his behavior was the only thing that stood out.

I am a warrior and a lady…and a sane person who can deal with this horrid man.

“I really like Angelo Bandini.” I dropped my voice, slicing my gaze from his eyes and toward the table where Angelo’s family had been seated. My father was sitting a few seats away, staring at us coldly, surrounded by Made Men who chatted away.

“And see, in my family, we have a tradition dating back ten generations. Prior to her wedding, a Rossi bride is to open a wooden chest—carved and made by a witch who lived in my ancestors’ Italian village—and read three notes written to her by the last Rossi girl to marry. It’s kind of a good luck charm mixed with a talisman and a bit of fortunetelling. I stole the chest tonight and opened one of the notes, all so I could rush fate. It said that tonight I was going to be kissed by the love of my life, and well…” I drew my lower lip into my mouth and sucked it, peering under my eyelashes at Angelo’s empty seat. The man stared at me stoically, as though I was a foreign film he couldn’t understand. “I’m going to kiss him tonight.”

“That’s your backbone?”

“When I have an ambition, I go for it.”

A conceited frown crinkled his mask, as if to say I was a complete and utter moron. I looked him straight in the eye. My father taught me that the best way to deal with men like him was to confront, not run. Because, this man? He’d chase.


About the Author

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 peoples’ 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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