Blog Tour, Reviews & Giveaway ~~ Stoned by Mandi Beck
Come get Wrecked with Stone and Willow in this second chance Rock Star Romance!
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“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.
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.
LOUISA’S 5 STAR REVIEW
So, I have a few friends who are HUGE Mandi Beck fans! They suggested a while ago that I read Love Hurts and Love Burns. I didn’t read them – but listened to them on audible. And so say I blushed while listening would be putting it mildly. Loved them. The characters were well written, storyline on point so when the opportunity came up to read Stoned, I was so looking forward to it.
Now, what I got…nothing like I was expecting but oh, so much more.
This book had everything I love in a great story. Love, second chances, forgiveness, growth, strong main characters, phenomenal supporting characters that added dimension to the story. I think this is one of my top 10 reads of 2016!
Stone – the quintessential rock star. Love of his life, the rhythm in his soul -but the drugs have made him into someone no one recognizes. Willow – Stone’s soulmate has watched and can no longer do it. After a few terse words – she leaves Stone and the entire Wrecked band to move forward. Stone can’t believe he’s screwed up this bad but knows getting clean and staying clean is his only chance at getting Willow back.
Stone’s determination to get Willow back was inspiring and beautiful. He’s cocky yet humble. He’s a dirty talker yet sweet and loving with his words. And Willow – the strong woman I so enjoy reading. She has faced quite a few hardships in her life but she’s a fighter and she’s awe inspiring at times.
That’s all I am going to say about the story, you need to read this book knowing only that. Mandi Beck has written this book so you will feel as though you are in their lives. Feeling their despair, their struggle, their pain, their triumphs. Just a beautiful book of redemption, love, forgiveness and soulmates.
KERRY’S 4.5 STAR REVIEW
I had no idea what to expect from Mandi Beck but this wasn’t it. WOW Amazing! What an emotional roller coaster ride of emotions this book took me on. This story takes you into the lifestyle of Stone, who’s your typical rockstar; drugs, alcohol, parties, and women. But the one thing he loves more than anything, is the one he can’t have. He definitely is tested with his addiction. Will Stone make the choice to be a better man or still be that rockstar everyone knows? Mandi has written a breathtaking emotional read that digs deep into your soul. Stone is a alpha male, bad boy with a dirty mouth that will have every girl panties melting (blush)!
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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