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.
I received an advanced copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
Stone Lockhart is Willow's longtime boyfriend and he's a famous rock star. He is also an addict and is slowly killing himself. The day Willow walks away from Stone is the day that everything changes. Things between them will never be the same again. Willow basically goes into hiding and Stone starts on the path to his rock bottom. He eventually goes to rehab and responds really well to treatment. It's not an easy road, but he makes it through and comes out with a plan. And that plan is to get Willow back. But it won't be easy. In her time away from Stone she managed to get her life together and start anew, away from her past. She is finally in a good place and even has herself a kind of boyfriend. And then Stone shows up, ready to make amends.
Willow. I absolutely LOVED her. She walked away from the love of her life at at time when he probably needed her most, but she couldn't sit by and watch him kill himself. Then add on the fact that she went through something a person should never have to go through and came out stronger, and you got yourself a bad ass heroine. And of course I wanted her to get back with Stone (true love y'all), but I wanted her to make him work for it.
The Stone we meet in the beginning is miles away from the man that exits rehab. I loved that he was pretty much forced to take his time (although he did have his moments of crazy impatience) in winning Willow back. She obviously had her reasons to fall in love with him and for the life of me I couldn't imagine what those were, but the Stone that shows up was the complete opposite of the strung out asshole she walked away from. I mean he bought a dang house just down the road from her just to show her that he wasn't going anywhere. Then add on everything else he pulled out of his rock star arsenal and you have yourself some book boyfriend material.
Holy emotional roller coaster Batman! This book will break your heart and then put it back together piece by piece. I cried, like a lot, while reading it. Stoned is an amazing story of redemption and finding your way back to the one you are supposed to spend your life with. Even though it may seem downright impossible at times. Mandi has given us an AMAZING book that I know I will be rereading.
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, landing 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?”
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