••New Release••  Stoned by Mandi Beck.


Come get Wrecked with Stone and Willow in this second chance Rock Star Romance!

Stoned is NOW LIVE!
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Blurb

“A rock star with no rhythm is a man with no soul.” – Stone Lockhart

As the lead singer of one of the hottest bands to hit the rock scene, fucks are free, drugs come easy, and music is life.
For as long as Stone can remember, Willow has been his music – the notes that weave his soul together.
His rhythm.
Until he threw her away.
All he has left is a handful of pills and a few lines of powder to make him forget her.
And he tries, over and over.

Clean and ready to make things right, he’s faced with the fact that Willow’s moved on. She’s not the same girl he cast aside. Willow’s a woman sure about her purpose in life. Sure about who she’s meant to love.
Stone may be lost without his rhythm, but Willow has found so much more.


Excerpt

Willow isn’t a performer. She’s too honest and pure for that. She plays and sings with her heart. If she’s mad, she sings angry shit. Happy, she smiles throughout the whole damn song making you smile too. But I know the moment I hear the chords of “Over,” this set she’s working on is all me. She can’t see me in the corner here, but she sings for me nonetheless, and I feel every fucking word. Every last note as she pours her heart out. This is a Willow that was always reserved for me. She never wanted to be in the spotlight. We begged her to be in the band and not just help write the music, but she said no, over and over. But when it was just her and I, this was the Birdie I got. We would play for each other for hours, late into the night, sometimes it would lead to us fucking, and other times it was because we had just finished, our bodies sated, but our souls still full of passion and adrenaline. A naked Wills wearing nothing but a guitar is the most beautiful fucking sight in the world and just thinking about it now makes me hard.

“Stone? Babe? Wake up, I can’t sleep.” I can hear her but can’t make my eyes open to see her. The bed shifts and then dips. Willow straddling my lap has my eyes opening slowly, blinking the sleep away. I suck in a breath when I can finally focus. My beautiful Birdie is sitting astride me, completely naked except for her brand new custom Martin. Her fingers lovingly stroking over the fret board. “I wrote you a new song,” she whispers excitedly. Peering up at her, I can see the excitement on her face, the love in her whiskey-colored eyes. As she starts playing I shift. My bottom lip clamped between my teeth I gently tug the sheet lower down my legs inconspicuously. She begins singing and I feel a lightness wash over me. Her words like a balm on my now overly heated skin. Every time she opens her mouth, beauty pours from it, and I have the urge to fill her. Fill her any way that I can so that I can touch that music. Be her music the way she’s mine. Entranced, I watch as Willow falls into her zone, eyes closed, face intense in its peacefulness. As she hits the bridge, her voice raising an octave, I slip inside her. Pussy wet, always so wet when she gets like this, I thrust. Her eyes don’t open, but she softens, all of her relaxing into me. When I begin rocking back and forth, slowly, rhythmically in sync with the chords she plays, she falters for a beat. Gradually her eyes open, on mine just long enough for me to see all the love from moments ago turned to lust and a deep, needy want. She’s close. Thank fuck.

Careful to not bump the guitar, I slide my thumb to her clit and play her, same as she plays her Martin. Silently we make music together as her song envelopes us, breathier than before. I join in on the chorus, my raspy voice melding with hers as I fuck her, pushing us both over the edge.
Blissed out and with hands on her thighs, I smile wickedly, “Sing it for me again, Wills.”

I’m brought from my thoughts when Law elbows me. “Where’d you go, bro? You okay?” he whispers just as the song finishes and she takes a moment to sip from her mug. I’d bet money it was tea. She always drank tea to soothe her throat when she was serious about a session or we had a lot to work out in the studio.
“Yeah, man. Just thinking about Wills.” Shrugging sheepishly, I glance over at him before letting my gaze settle back on Willow. “I haven’t had to share her like this in forever, not even with you guys really. Not like this.” My voice is pitched low so that it doesn’t travel. “It’s fucking with my head a little. There’s never been a time that she wasn’t mine and that music wasn’t ours. Ya know?”

Review:

So, its been about a week or two since I finished Stoned and I’m still struggling to get words on to the screen here.
Firstly, kudos to Mandi Beck for keeping this storyline tightly under wraps. I assumed our hero Stone was going to be a bit of a dick, but ultimately win back his girl with a cocky grin and some smooth words. Yeah, it didnt happen quite like that.
Lets start at the beginning.  Stone is a mess. A successful musician addicted to drugs, his life is spiralling out of control. Despite being with his girlfriend, Willow, since school he repeatedly pushes her away. Until eventually he finally pushes too hard and she leaves.
Determined to start fresh Willow moves as far away as she can and tries to put Stone as far from her mind as she can.
What follows is a beautiful story full of angst  that left me a little breathless at times. The pain of Stone’s story, the heartbreaking events that have happened to them both. Mandi’s words twisted my gut. They give that little stab to the heart that I so love from a book.
Told in dual pov, we get the story of Stone trying to win Willow back, Willows attempts to move on. We also get to see glimpses of them together before Stone is famous. These bits in particular were some of my favourite scenes.
Mandi does a phenomenal job in keeping the tension right there, at that perfect level that has you wondering wtf is going to happen??  Right til the end I genuinely wasnt 100% how it was going to end, something is quite rare these days.
One thing I love about Mandi’s books is how genuine her voice is. I feel how much of herself she puts into her words. How the dialogue comes across so naturally.  How despite the nature of some of the themes she writes about she still manages to provide moments of light relief. Anyone that can make me fall so far in love with someone I should hate vehemently must have some serious skill with words!
This is a genuine roller coaster ride. Some harrowing low’s balanced perfectly with incredible highs!
5 stars seem paltry compared to how much I loved this book.


About the Author 

Writer, wife, mom, student and avid reader.

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