Midnight Blue, an all-new sexy standalone from LJ Shen is available NOW!
Author: LJ Shen
Release Date: January 18th
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.”
Sounds familiar? That’s because it was a headline in a tabloid the second time he got arrested.
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.
Hide the cocaine and booze, there is a bad boy musician, Alex Winslow, who is out to get it. Unless his sobriety-sitter Indie is trailing behind him.
This was my first book by LJ Shen so I went in based on a SUPER hot excerpt that was shared in her group. This will not be my last book if that is her writing style for all of her books.
The chemistry, the characters, the super angsty romantic build up, and the ending left with all kinds of emotions. Emotions reserved for complex characters and bombs being dropped.
I couldn’t help but fall in love with Alex, even when he was at his peak of assholeness. Something that he had in spades from beginning to end. As the lead singer with backup musicians (as he like to put it and not let everyone forget) he was an all around, no discrimination asshole. Especially super bossy to his sobriety-sitter Indie. While I had my reservations about Alex, I was a complete Indie fan from the start. The girl had the sass that matched her vulnerability. In the end they were both broken messes that needed each other. If not for the sole fact of the scorching hot time they had “between the sheets”. Oooh mama, I’m still keyed up just reminiscing. Now there is where I didn’t mind Alex being bossy and domineering asshole.
However, I did find the middle of the book a bit repetitive and stretched out. But I can also reason it was done to move this story out of insta-love and maybe add on more angst to the story. Whatever the reason the ending totally made up for everything and got me browsing LJ Shen’s amazon page at 1am looking for more.
Nat’s words came back and haunted me like a bad haircut from the eighties. An irrational need to check the goods took over me. It wasn’t like he minded. According to the rumors, his dick had seen more cameras than Kendall Jenner. Slowly—so painfully slowly—my eyes drifted down his sinewy body. I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Whatever I had in mind, though, didn’t come close to the real thing. Thick, long but not atrocious. With thin veins running through its length.
“Nice view?” he groaned, tucking his junk back into his briefs. His profile was glorious. Strong jaw, pouty lips, eyes like sex…
My eyes snapped up when I realized he was talking to me. “I wasn’t…”
“Looking? Yes, you were. Next time take a picture. It lasts longer.” He rolled his zipper upward and flushed the toilet with the toe of his boot. He turned around and squirted soap into his palm, washing his hands almost violently—rubbing between each finger and scratching his knuckles like he wanted to shed his own skin. When he was done, he looked around for a towel.
I cleared my throat, scrambling to regain my wits. “Longer than the glimpse or longer than your performance?”
Casually—so unbearably casually—he wiped his wet hands over my purple dress. I gasped, moving sideways. It looked like he was about to open the door and get out, but before I had the chance to yell at him for using me as a human towel, he slammed me against the wall, bracing both his arms above my head and pinning me to my spot. I let out a shriek of surprise at the sudden proximity.
Alex Winslow is touching me. Willingly, my surprisingly pitiful brain squealed.
Heat rolled off his body, making my back arch and my breath catch in my throat.
“Let’s make one thing clear—I could fuck you to a point of numbness without even breaking a sweat if I wanted to. Now, careful, New Girl. If you don’t keep your distance from me, I think I just might.”
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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