I’d like to also give a huge shout-out to Hang Le for the beautiful, unique cover. It is absolutely gorgeous in every way. And to Stacey Blake of Champagne Formatting for making the interior so, so pretty.

Big thanks to the girls at Social Butterfly PR (Jenn, Brooke, and Sarah, namely), who put up with me, and to my wonderful agent, Kimberly Brower at Brower Literary, who helped make the audiobook for In the Unlikely Event exactly what I wanted and envisioned it to be when I decided to write so many points of view.

A huge shout-out to my wonderful street team, my momager Tijuana Turner, who has read this book approximately one thousand times, and my beta readers, Amy Halter, Lana Kart, Sarah Grim Sentz, and Josephine McDonnell (thanks for upping Mal’s Irishness!).

Special thanks to the people who put up with me on a regular basis, Charleigh Rose, Helena Hunting, and Ava Harrison.

Also, to the Sassy Sparrows, my reading group, and to my readers, who make me strive to become a better, more daring writer and artist. Thank you for pushing me in the right direction. Always.

On a personal note, I would be so grateful if you could leave a brief, honest review for the book when you are done reading.

All my love,

L.J. Shen

Read on

Standalones:

Tyed

Sparrow

Blood to Dust

Midnight Blue

Dirty Headlines

The Kiss Thief

Sinners of Saints (all interconnected standalones):

Defy

Vicious

Ruckus

Scandalous

Bane

All Saints High:

Pretty Reckless

Broken Knight

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Before you go, here’s a little taste of Dirty Headlines. Enjoy!

On her deathbed, my mother said the heart is a lonely hunter.

“Organs, Jude, are like people. They need company, a backup to rely on. That’s why we have lungs, tonsils, hands, legs, fingers, toes, eyes, nostrils, teeth, and lips. Only the heart works alone. Like Atlas, it carries the weight of our existence on its shoulders quietly, only rebelling when disturbed by love.”

She said a lonely heart—such as my lonely heart—would never fall in love, and so far, she wasn’t wrong.

Maybe that’s why tonight happened.

Maybe that’s why I’d stopped trying.

Creamy sheets tangled around my legs like roots as I slipped out of the king-sized bed in the swanky hotel room I’d been occupying for the last several hours. I rose from the plush mattress, my back to the stranger I’d met this afternoon.

If I stole a glance at him, my conscience would kick in and I’d never go through with it.

I was choosing his cash over my integrity.

Cash I very much needed.