Since my review was posted L.J. Shen has blocked me from her group on Facebook and unfriended me. If you go back on my blog you will see how I enjoyed all of her other books but b/c I didn’t like this one she has decided to be a bitch about it. I even beta read two of her other books. I guess as soon as she figured out that I’m not in the ass-kissing business, I could no longer be a part of her little group.

I think she was the one sending her little minions my way with hateful DM’s and emails. I wasn’t going to say anything but since she continues to talk shit about me, I decided to be #petty and let y’all know the truth.

Y’all. . . I’m in my feelings.

3 STARS is all I have to give.

This is a hard one for me. Y’all don’t understand.

It’s not an easy review to write because I love this authors previous work so fucking much but I just can’t with this one. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t hate Midnight Blue by L.J. Shen – I just didn’t enjoy it that much.

I debated on whether or not to even review Midnight Blue but if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be true to myself.

This one might get a tad bit messy but I’m going to try to keep it as pretty as possible.

Let’s start with what the author has to say. . .

Synopsis

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.

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 This was me when L.J. Shen announced Midnight Blue.

This was me after I read Midnight Blue.

I know I’m being dramatic but I’m a dramatic bitch. Ask my husband, sister, mama, BFF – anybody who has spent time with me and that will tell you the same.

Alex got on my damn nerves. He was just an asshole. Not a good asshole. Just a fucking asshole.

Indigo annoyed the shit out of me. She was just, just, just. . . a living and breathing contradiction. The girl couldn’t stand behind her convictions for a good 75-80% of the book. I can’t stand females like that. You know those girls who say they are going to leave a cheating boyfriend and never do. Yeah. That’s the kind of personality Indigo had to me.

Alex was like a knock off version of Vicious and Indigo was the thrift store version of Emilia from L.J. Shen’s previous novel, Vicious. You can read my review of Vicious here. Now Vicious was the perfect asshole. Alex was a 5 year old having a temper tantrum asshole.

There was that L.J. Shen flair that we have all grown to love and support within the book and I enjoyed that.

Let’s get into the storyline for a minute here. Yeah?

I’m going to do a quick summary of Midnight Blue with a few cliff notes of my own.

• Alex is a rock star who’s addicted to cocaine and booze.
• Alex has an international tour coming up and his agent and manager need him to stay sober.
• Indigo is hired as his “babysitter” to keep him away from drugs and alcohol.
• Indigo is getting paid $100,000 for the three-month gig and she needs the money.
• Indigo promises herself that she won’t fuck him or whatever yet she lets him finger bang her within the first week or some shit like that.
• When Alex tells Indigo to jump she thinks to herself, “No, I’m not going to do anything he says.”
• Her actions in that same moment ask, “How high?”
• All of this goes on for about 75% of the book until revelations are made and Indigo can’t finish the tour because Alex hurt her feelings.
• Alex does decide to take a year to find himself while Indigo is moping around back home like a lost puppy dog. Until the day finally comes that Alex returns and gives her a 6 paragraph monologue and all is forgiven and right in the world.

Poor Indigo. Not really. Quit crying over that man/little boy.

I’m going to tell you right now. There ain’t no way in hell that sitting around waiting on some man to get his shit together. I got a life to live.

The girl couldn’t make up her mind for shit. She was weak. She always said, no, internally when thinking about Alex, but 16 secs later she would do whatever he said. She was like a paid groupie who tried to pretend like she wasn’t.

Did I mention that Indigo is a 21 y/o virgin? No. Good. She’s not but she might as well be because the last time her pussy saw a dick she was like 17 or some bullshit like that, I can’t remember but you get my drift. I’m so over this “grown-ass woman with not much sexual experience thing.” We are females and we fuck people too. Shout out to all the women who didn’t sit around waiting for some unknown man before they found their sexuality.

As soon as Alex gave her the D, she became dickmatized.

Can somebody give me the number to Self-Esteem-For-You because I need to call them for this chick? I will even take the number to Buy-A-Backbone if you have it.

If there was ever a female in need of a down ass friend to help her not to make stupid decisions it was Indigo.

Here’s what really got me about Alex and Indigo’s relationship – for more than 3/4 of the book Alex kept talking about how he wanted his ex-girlfriend back. He even told Indigo that shit 50 million motherfucking times. Bish. . . Bish. . . Bish. . . Let some man tell me he wants to fuck his ex all the fucking time while telling me that I have an expiration date. Y’all. . . Alex would have been knocked upside his rockstar head. Get the fuck out of here. All I could think was, “Where the fuck did they pick up this stupid ass little girl.?” and “Where the fuck can we drop her ass back off?”

I can say that I could see the appeal of Alex. He was handsome and hurting and every girl wants to save a rock star. Indigo wanted to be that person for him and I can’t blame the girl for that. I could tell that she really liked him.

The author did throw in a few surprises here and there which added a bit of cute drama towards the end. Although, one I saw coming from the very beginning – b/c I’m smart like that. LOL!!!!!

Alex had his sweet moments here and there, I’ll give him that. Although, not enough for a woman like me to be impressed. Even when I was 21, that shit wouldn’t have been impressive. Because at the end of the day – Indigo was the only female on tour with them and that’s why Alex even gave her the time of day. Indigo’s fake groupie acting ass was all over it like white on rice. Which meant, she was convenient. She was Alex’s little plaything. Nothing more, nothing less.

Let me say this. . . there is nothing wrong with being a convenient piece of ass. I’ve had convenient pieces of ass and I’ve been a convenient piece of ass all because I wanted to. But never have I ever been confused about who I was fucking and/or why. Never was I confused to the point where I found myself falling in love.

I could appreciate her growth in the last 15-20% of the book. I’m all for self-improvement and Indigo attempted to work on herself.

This next part is kind of a spoiler but I think a passed out from laughing when Indigo pulled this shit.

This bitch made a dress with lyrics from Alex’s music sewn on in tiny squares. WTF?!?!?!

Where do they do that shit at? Maybe she learned it at Groupies-R-Us. I told my sister that shit and she hung the phone up on me after laughing in my ear. I can’t stand my sister – tramp. JK! That’s my bitch!

Here’s the question everybody wants to know. . .

Do I recommend this book? No, not really. Unless you are a die-hard L.J. Shen fan. If you are new to her work, I say start with, Sinners of Saints Series.

Will, I read another book by this author? Of course. Just because I didn’t like one of her books doesn’t take away how much I loved the other one and I look forward to them.

I tried not to get too messy. I think I did pretty well. I am proud of myself. I’m giving myself a little pat on the back.

TTYL, lovers. . .