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.
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I have too many feelings and all of them involve severe cursing.
If you think you are ready for Alex Winslow I’d like to inform you that you are grossly mistaken. I thought I was ready. Now, here I am rocking back and forth in my corner thinking why the fuck would I think I was equipped to handle the enigma that is Alex FUCKING Winslow.
I ADORERESPECTADMIRELOVE Indie! I can’t even tell how how much I love her because there are no proper words. She is the kind of female leads I’ve always looked up to. She’s a strong, ball-busting no shit taker badass boss bitch you can probably take over the entire World if she felt like it. At the same time, she is a broken girl doing everything in her might to save her family. We need more people like Indie in our lives. I am just so much in love with her. Did I say that already?!?
Alex oh my poor broken beautiful sweet devil!! *heart eyes* I admit I didn’t like his “personality” in the first chapter yet I knew I was going to fall for this man. I wanted to claw his face while making out with him. It’s insane because this man inspired a hundred thousand different emotions in me while I was reading this story. He looks like he might be the most shallow bastard in the whole of Universe but you bet your ass his words are deeper than you could ever imagine. SOMEONE MAKE THIS MAN REAL SO I COULD HUG HIS ASS!!!
Everytime L.J. Shen comes out with a story, I know it to my bones that it’ll effect my life in ways I’d never be able to fathom. This story wasn’t any different. I am in love with every word this woman writes. GOD BLESS SHEN! *ugly crying*
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 LJ Shen
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.