Midnight Blue is as crude, filthy, graphic, and nasty as the rest of LJ Shen’s work and I freaking loved it! Going in, I honestly didn’t believe that L.J. could ever have topped herself on her work in Sinners of Saint… I. Was. Wrong. Oh, so wrong!! This book was just as beautiful, and just as raw and sexy as that series. Possibly even better. Possibly. I’m still undecided. This author has quickly worked her way up my personal later of favorites, and is neck and neck with Colleen Hoover for my top spot. (Sorry Colleen).
I think my favorite feature of L.J.’s writing is the authenticity in character development. She is always able to take powerful, rich individuals with broken souls, and f*cked up moral values and somehow manage to mold them into decent human beings with the kind of passion that most humans only dream of. With Midnight Blue I even wound up with a bit of a (okay okay a huge) book crush on the douchbag, and that really says something about the way she’s painted him.
Alex is a huge rock star with big addictions and even bigger grudges. He’s pissed at the world, but mainly the man who cheated with his fiancé in front of the entire world. His main prerogative is to sink his teeth into the sweet taste of revenge. Indi is the girl who is hired to babysit him during a world comeback tour. Her job is simply to keep him clean and sober. Yet, anyone who has ever spent any real time with an addict knows that this job isn’t as simple as it sounds. What neither of them expected to find on this tour is the undeniably electricity between them.
I love Indi! I love her independence, dedication, big heart, and sass! She could be my favorite character thus far this year! Excellent book!
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“Heartbreaking…soul-shattering.” – Diary of a Book Fiend.
“Hands down my top favorite rockstar romance ever.” – Dirty Girl Romance Blog.
From bestselling author L.J. Shen, comes a new, standalone, contemporary romance.
It should have been easy.
I needed the money. He needed a babysitter to keep him from snorting himself to death.
I was cherry-picked especially for him. Responsible. Optimistic. Warm. Innocent.
The worst part is that I should have known better.
Alex Winslow. British rock star. Serial heartbreaker. Casanova with whiskey eyes.
“Don’t get near the devil in a leather jacket. He’ll chew you up and spit you out.”
Guess what? I didn’t listen.
I signed the contract.
World tour. Three months. Four Continents. One hundred shows.
My name is Indigo Bellamy, and I sold my soul to a tattooed god.
Problem was, my soul wasn’t enough for Alex Winslow. He ended up taking my body, too.
Then he took my heart.
Then he took my all.