Come get Wrecked with Stone and Willow in this second
chance Rock Star Romance!
Stoned is NOW LIVE!
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.
Reanell's 5 star review:
Okay, let me begin by saying Mandi Beck wrote her heart out with this book! I don't even have the words to articulate how much she blew me away with Stoned. From the start she had me HOOKED! She also wrote some incredible characters, especially 2 very sexy men. I was so torn between these 2 men and had no idea how Willow was ever going to choose between them. Willow also had me rooting for her! And that's a hard feat with female leads. Mandi worked this one out just right.
Now, I read a ton of books. But I can honestly say Stoned knocked me for a loop. When she threw "that thing" out there, my jaw hit the floor. I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING!!!! I may have even shed tears over the reveal, IT BROKE MY HEART!!!
I can't even adequately tell you how much I loved Stoned. I'm telling you to 1-click this book and be prepared for a fantastic read!!!
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, 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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