“Once upon a time, a rock god
fell for a mere mortal.”
Wow! Oh wow! I know we’ve all done this a thousand times or more since L.J. revealed the cover, but can we all please just take a moment again to ogle, ummmm I mean, admire the cover and the fine specimen that adorns it. Ok…… just give me a sec……. right, now onto my review. This book is EVERYTHING to me and more. L. J. Shen is one of my favorite authors for a reason, and just when I think her books can’t possibly get any better, she releases this masterpiece.
L.J is such a profound talent at writing the perfect asshole, the alpha anti-hero who we readers can’t seem to get enough of. The more we read the more we want. Alex in my opinion was no exception.
“Make me bleed. Make me gasp for it, live for it, then die for it. Make me lose my mind and find my soul. Do your magic, Muse. But don’t leave me hanging like you did before. Howling for you to come rescue me in an empty room. Waiting for you to show up unannounced like an indecisive lover.”
Grammy award winning rockstar Alex Winslow hit rock bottom when he was convicted of a DUI and cocaine possession .After a stint in rehab, he has entered the rocky and difficult world of sobriety. As a result of the trouble Alex has found himself in, his team knows it is only a matter of time before he relapses and with his impending world tour they are not prepared to take that risk. So they hire a babysitter/nanny to shadow the broken rockstar whilst on his tour, to watch his every move and more importantly keep him away from drugs.
Indigo (Indie) has not had the easiest life in her short twenty one years. She has no choice but to live in a one bedroom apartment with her big brother who is rarely sober, her sister in law and their child Ziggy. Indie loves her family and would do absolutely anything for them, so when the opportunity of a life-time arises for Indie to babysit the most famous rockstar in the world during his world tour, she knows she has to take it. It would be a welcome goodbye to all their money woes.
When Indie first arrives at her new job, Alex was most certainly not her number one welcoming committee. To say he wanted her gone is a massive understatement and he was intent on making her life hell until she couldn’t possibly take it anymore and leave. What Alex wasn’t counting on was Indie could give back as well as she took. She was definitely a fighter.
Whist on tour at their first stop, Australia (Yay, Aussie) Alex knew he had some serious writing to do. His record company was expecting a hit album, and then the most beautiful thing happened; troubled, angry and broken Alex, found his muse.
“We just stared at each other. I couldn’t read him. But for the first time, I didn’t care. This was my heartbreak. My pain. My life. I didn’t need to try to make it fit his. And so what if he looked tortured by my confession.”
I absolutely adored both Alex and Indie and loved that I had the privilege of uncovering their intricate layers as I sat in my chair, glued to the pages. I wanted to know each and every emotion, from highest highs to the lowest lows, I was addicted. We as human beings are not and will never be one dimensional, there will always be different layers and sides to each of us and this aspect just added so much enjoyment and realness to this story.
I loved, loved, loved Midnight Blue; it was emotional, raw, sweet, romantic and oh so angsty. The feels for me were off the charts and I just could not get enough. If you love your rockstar romances written by an amazingly talented author then you need to read this one and now. My first 5 star read for 2018 and it is definitely 5 star worthy.
I swooned, I definitely swooned over this one, and yes, I’m still swooning over yet another drool worthy rockstar. This book is definitely a book that literally takes hold of you and doesn’t let you go until the very end. I will say this, my heart, oh my aching heart is trying to slow down its beats down. The ups and downs, the highs and lows, the slaps and punches, it literally had me smiling, laughing, crying, and begging all at once.
I’ve tried to sit and think how exactly to put what this book is into words with out giving anything about this story away, it’s honestly hard. To describe what Alex Winslow is, hmmmmm, impossible. Indigo Bellamy is even harder. What I can say is these two are absolutely 100% perfect for each other, in every way. Good ways and bad ways you can’t make it work any better. With saying that, the writing is simply astounding to make it that good.
And just to add, I googled what rockstar means
💫 someone who fucks all night beyond belief
💫 The quality of being impressively fashionable or attractive
💫 a talented person
Sooooooo, You want a Rock Star, you better definitely pick this one up.
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.”
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.