Blog Tour: Stoned by Mandi Beck




The Geekery Book Review is thrilled to be able to bring you our stop on the STONED blog tour for Mandi Beck! Seriously guys you NEED this book in your life! I’m having a major book hangover after finishing this one this week, because Stone Lockhart and Willow Avery totally and completely Wrecked my world. Such a completely amazing story. Just raw and real and so many other emotions. So check out the excerpt we have below as well as my review (which I know doesn’t come close to describing my feelings about this book, but I tried). Congrats Mandi! You are a kickass chick in all ways!! Can’t wait to see what’s next from you and my fingers are crossed that it’s more of the Wrecked boys! (hint hint). Also if Mandi is new to you make sure you check out her duet Love Burns and Love Hurts because they are uber amazing too! Happy reading friends and let’s all try to put a little positive and happy in the world this weekend – we all need it. Laters  ~ Amber


Come get Wrecked with Stone and Willow in this second chance Rock Star Romance!

Stoned is NOW LIVE!

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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.

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.

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amber review

5 Stars

Damn you Mandi Beck for writing this crazy beautiful story about one screwed up rocker that just slayed my heart!! Wow and I do mean wow! This was one of those stories that kept surprising me in so many good ways. It was almost like a slow crescendo at times and others it was a full on lowdown, wallow in it all ballad. Mandi may have covered all the hard topics here too, but she did it masterfully and these characters my gosh they just grabbed hold and were not letting go! Willow and Lyric…man talk about a strong woman and one adorable baby! Then you’ve got Stone’s boys and Willow’s circle of strength in Cora, Bear (love his lumber sexual self) and of course Perry! I wanna know more about them all (hello Judge and Law and Arrow!)!! But it was Stone Lockhart himself that broke me down over and over til the very end. I mean the man is a rocker, he’s got the swagger; but the way Mandi lays it all out with him, so raw and real?! None of us stand a chance, least of all Willow – his Birdie (I ❤️that!). Just all the feels. Mandi wrote all the words that wrecked my soul and warmed my heart! Not enough stars for this one!

“my heart doesn’t beat in rhythm when you’re not around”

“people always say that actions speak louder than words, but with Stone it’s just the opposite. His words hold all of his meaning.”



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 beck

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