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Come get Wrecked with Stone and Willow in this second chance Rock Star Romance!
Stoned is NOW LIVE!
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Synopsis
“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.
Review
(wish I could give it more)
"You can try to stop loving me, Birdie. It won't work because I'll never let you forget why you shouldn't. Not loving you isn't an option for me. You're always going to be the only one I want to make music with."
~ Stone
This book is just...WOW! It is a heartbreaking, gut wrenching, beautiful journey of people seeking not only a second chance at love but also at life. Both Stone and Willow are lost in life. It took some crazy things to put them on the right path. This book put my emotions through the ringer. It wasn't an easy book to read for me because there are some parts that hit very close to home. The story was so well written that it made those hard parts just a little easier.
Stone is a beautiful, very troubled man. He has demons that even the strongest people aren't able to slay. He may seem weak to some people but to me he is one of the strongest characters I have read about. When we meet Stone he is at one of the lowest points of his life even though his career is at one of its highest.
Willow, Willow is an inspiration to me. She was dealt some major blows through her life but each time she picked herself up, dusted off her pants and kept going. She is definitely a lost but even lost she is one of the most amazing characters I have read about. She loves unconditionally and although it has bitten her in the ass before she doesn't let that stop her. Life is always pretty but how you handle the ugly can define you. Don't let the ugly consume you. That is what Willow taught me in this book.
I don't want to give anything away when it comes to this story because the journey is amazing. The characters are going to hold a place in my heart for a long time. They are real, they are you and I. They could be one of your family or friends. Strip away the rock star persona and the struggles these characters face are ones have seen all around me. Ones that I have watched people I love go through themselves. The notes from the author at the end of the book sum up what this book is truly about. This book has some clear messages that people need to read and know.
The author has grown so much in her writing. This book shows such a maturity in her writing. It shows a completely different side of her writing. I love the author and her other books are some of my favorites but this book just blew me away. It is not what I expecting even with the warnings of how different it is from her others. It is different., It is more.
READ THIS BOOK!
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?”
