Stoned by Mandi Beck ~Blog Tour w/ Review, Excerpt & Giveaway


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stoned cover“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.


Panty Scorching -3.5
Angst -3
Tissues -1
Storyline -4.5
Value -4.5
Overall -4.5
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Reviewed by Ladyballs

So I had to give myself a minute or a day or two to decompress from this book. I honestly thought it was gonna be another spin on a bad boy rocker who abuses and loses the girl and then realizes what a jerk he is and tries to win her back.

Is that what this was about…yes. Was it so much better then that? YES!

Wow! That is all I have to say…definitely, definitely not what I was expecting at all. The author took this worn out plot and made it into something heart-breakingly beautiful. You felt every damn emotion in this book and trust me there were many.

A rock star Stone, who has been with the love of his life Willow for years…he has treated her badly, pushed her aside for drugs and groupies and has pushed her to her limits more then one person deserves. The rest of the band loves Willow as well and has watched Stone tear her apart piece by piece. Naturally, Willow reaches her breaking point. My heart breaks for her making this decision because she doesn’t know a life without Stone and the band but she does it and does it with grace.

Needless to say once Stone comes out of his drug induced fog, he realizes Willow is gone and all hell breaks loose…literally. There were parts that were hard to read during this book and it got deep at times. It was soul hurting and heartbreaking to see how much these two loved each other and were absolute “soul mates” but struggle to find their way back.

It was hard to watch Stone find his path back to being a drug free person and finally getting his Sh*t together and fighting his addiction. It was gut wrenching at times.

Not only was I feeling bad for Stone…but finding out why Willow really left was all too crushing as well.

I really don’t want to give anything else away because this book deserves to be read but I will say that once I started this book, I was up until 3am finishing it. Its one of those books that you put down and just exhale a deep breath and say “wow”. I look forward to reading more from this author..well done!!

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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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mandi beckWriter, wife, mom, student and avid reader.

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