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First published July 11, 2016






〖 You always were my little birdie though. Singing so pretty just for me. 】
▸//▸ this review will include all the spoilers. in addition, i do want to mention that Stoned includes cheating. the hero Stone Lockhart repeatedly cheated on the heroine Willow before she left him. it also deals with drug use // drug recovery and rape so, if you're not into any of that you probably will not like the character of Stone, or STONED in general.
❝You keep living like a rock star you’re gonna die like a fucking rock star.❞
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STONED is one heavy book. It deals with Stone Lockhart, lead singer for the band Wrecked. He appears to have it all, until little by little his carefully built world comes crashing down.
At the start of the book we see Stone literally losing the love of his life, and it isn't due to a tragedy, but instead it's due to him and his actions.
Stone is Willow's whole world, until he isn't. She's tired of the partying, the drugs, and the parade of other women. So, she leaves.
Thus, over the course of this book we get to see Stone's journey of redemption, we witness Willow's resilience, and we get to see if love truly conquers all.
❝I have more problems than a man in my position should. I acknowledge them because it’s a reminder of what my weaknesses cost me. I’ll continue to until I convince you that you are my strength. You and music are what has me admitting just how fucking weak I am.❞
〖 Awkward is loving the wrong man but hating him almost as much, all while adoring the right one. 】
❝Want you. Need you. Live you. Breathe you.❞ I shrug. ❝All of it and then some. I'm not giving you up, Wills. He wants to fight? I'll fight.❞
❝I don't date musicians either.❞ Though that too is the wrong word for him.
❝Prejudice against your own kind?❞ he mocks, rubbing a hand over his beard, a grin threatening.
I shake my head, ❝I'm no musician—❞
❝Oh, chèrie, that's a lie. I've seen you, heard the magic that’s trapped inside that pretty little soul. You can't lie to me. I see who you are,❞ Joaquin says, his molten chocolate gaze holding me captive.
❝Willow’s my rhythm. You don't know nothing about that though,❞ I taunt. ❝And what's a rock star without rhythm, Joaquin? He’s a man with no soul. Soulless, reckless, and a little desperate. None of that bodes well for you.❞
❝I’ve been a fuck-up all my life, Wills. I fucked up everything because I could, and everyone let me because nobody gave a fuck. I fucked up with you so bad, over and over I fucked up, baby. I know I did. I did you dirty when all you did was love me,❞ he says shakily.
❝Why would I go? Because Lyric isn’t mine? She yours, Wills?❞ Remembering where we are I try to keep my voice low. ❝Because last time I checked, you’re her mom and that makes her my family. Lyric being here is partly on me, and I’m sorry for what happened. I’ll never stop being sorry for that, but I’ll never be sorry that she’s here.❞
▸//▸ 🛑 ⚠️ a brief content warning this section does discuss rape and a child conceived due to that. Thus, if any of that makes you uncomfortable please skip the bottom half of this section. <3
〖 My Lyric, who should be a daily reminder of the horror that I went through, is my saving grace. 】
“She's mine. My heart’s rhythm. Don't you look at her like she's not,” I cry.
“I want to get out of here, Law,” I bite out.
“You want to get out or you want to get high? Because those are two different things, bro. You want to get out, you do what they tell you to. Get clean and do your shit. You want to get high . . . that I can’t help you with.”
Again, not a punch puller.
♫ ♥ STONED was a true grovel-party, and yet, it was much more than that. STONED told the story of Willow, a resilient single mother who was trying to move on from a relationship that brought her immense pain. STONED also told the story of a man named Stone Lockhart. It trialed his highest highs, and his lowest lows. It showed his near death, and his triumphant comeback from addiction.
♫ ♥ STONED was a saga in forgiveness and what it means to truly love someone through thick and thin. This story, at its heart, was a story of redemption. It was the story of love, and it was a story of fighting for that mythical happily ever after.
♫ ♥ Ultimately, STONED will not be for everyone. It deals with heavy topics such as; cheating, drug addiction, rape, and immense heartbreak. And yet, there was also a beating light of hope that was ever present throughout the entire book. Thus, if you're in the mood for a rockstar romance that is so much more than that, then I implore you, check out STONED.
We've been together for years
I'm ready to not feel
I was a piece of shit boyfriend
My emotions are a chaotic riot

I need you, to be me.

I have to say that I was completely surprised by the angst!! Being an angst whore, I was in love with certain scenes and it made everything better for me. Stone has hurt Willow in the worst possible way and I really didn't see how he could've made amends for that. But he fought like hell and I have to applaud his determination and strength throughout everything. He knew that Willow wasn't just going to allow him back in her life that easily and he was willing to do whatever. These two shared such an amazing connection through music, that you literally felt it and I loved seeing that.“You got what you wanted, Stone. You’re single and free to do whatever and whoever you want without having to worry about sneaking around. Don’t keep her waiting—she looks like a sure thing.”
“Stone is going home . . . to Willow,” Judge informs them.
“Why the fuck wouldn’t she be? She’s pissed at me, but it’s Wills. She’ll be there.”
“What? Why the fuck are you all staring at me?” I bellow. “Always fucking watching me. I’m sick of it.”
“Bro, she left more than eight months ago, dropped her keys off at the studio with Addy, and none of us have talked to her since. We even hired a PI who can’t find Willow,” he says carefully. “Have you heard from her at all? Has there been new news from the guy Addy hired?”
“She didn’t just ‘quit’ you, Stone. You pushed too fucking far and forced her out,” he spits out.
I just want to get inside, get my hands on Willow, and get out from under the prying eyes of Dane so that I can find my stash and pop an Oxy, maybe two, and just chill with my girl.
“Don’t treat me like I’m a kid. I’m a grown ass man. A fucking rock star! I fuck who I want, I drink what I want, and I do whatever fucking shit I want.” My voice rises louder and louder until I’m yelling, veins bulging in my neck, and still, Lawson looks unfazed.
“Willow is smart and she’s put up with your shit for a long time now. Longer than you realize. You put her through hell, Stone. I won’t help you do that again.”
It’s not just the drugs either. It’s the cheating too. Don’t think she didn’t know about that shit. She blamed that on the drugs, and I know it had to be because a sober Stone would never dick around on his girl.”
He looks good. Healthy. Not like the last time I saw him. It pains me a little to think that my leaving was good for him, when being there and supporting him, dealing with his constant shit wasn’t.
You name it and Stone had been addicted. Drugs, women, alcohol. If he could get high off it, he would.
“Oh yeah? When was that? Back when I would already have my cock out and down your throat because I was too high to give a fuck about anything but my own pleasure? Certainly not about the fact that my girlfriend was waiting for me. Maybe even in the hall. Back when, even with your mouth full of my come, I still wouldn’t remember your name, or care? Is that the ‘used to be’ you mean . . . Melissa?” “It’s Megan,” she hisses, dumfounded and more than a little pissed.
Didn’t matter that half the time I was so God damn high I would have bet money that it was Willow I was fucking only to come down from that nirvana and realize it wasn’t. No, I didn’t wonder shit. I was well aware of all my shortcomings.
Maybe I should’ve taken her up on the offer of pussy. I haven’t had any since Wills left me. Haven’t wanted to look at another woman, let alone fuck one. The irony isn’t lost on me. I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants when I had a good woman in my bed, now that she’s gone, she’s all I want. It’s every fucking sad song ever written.
She was right to leave me. Fuck, I threw her away. My muse, my heart. Threw her away without a care.
“Lyric. My daughter’s name is Lyric,” she says, irritated. “And what would’ve been the point, Stone? You never used to answer any of my calls anyway. Just saved myself the headache and didn’t bother. I’ve learned not to depend on you. It was the hardest lesson of my life, but it finally stuck, so . . .”
“Are you telling me that you are working two fucking jobs, with a baby at home, when you have access to millions of dollars?”
“You spent the last few months that we were together reminding me that it was you doing all the work. Your name they were screaming in sold-out arenas, and that I was just along for the ride. Another groupie,” she spits.
I can say nothing, just stare at her in disbelief. What had I done to her? What had I done to us?
Stone may have been the greatest love of my life, but he wouldn’t be the last.
I never wanted to be that guy again. Because of her. If it weren’t for Willow, I’d be that guy in a second. I loved being high.
“Why are you back, Stone? Why now? I have a man who doesn't cheat on me or go and get high and leave me in a strange city because he’s so coked up he forgot that I was at the hotel waiting for him,” I say bitterly.
I don't want to be the girl that they whisper about in pity or laugh at when they think she can't hear. I want to be the woman that I've become since I've left him.
Listening to him, while trying to block him out, the memories taking me back to a bar down the street from the posh hotel that I had just been evicted from by the man whom I’ve loved all of my adult life. An innocent, kind smile and an offer of a drink and an ear. I tear at my hair as I recall waking up in a strange motel room, alone and . . . naked from the waist down with a head leaden and fogged. To jackknifing to a sitting position and scrambling to find my pants, finally finding them and shoving my legs into them as I run to escape.
Drugged and raped. I had been drugged and raped a block away from my hotel while my boyfriend laid inside, high, drunk, and most likely with another woman, maybe even a harem of women. Drugged and raped . . . drugged . . . and . . . raped . . .
I remember nothing from that night. Not a single fucking thing. Only waking up on the floor, clothes still on from the night before, a strange woman in the bed and no Willow. I had no clue what time it was or what day.
The only thing stopping me from tossing it back and letting the smooth heat of it burn as it goes down is the thought of what Willow must have gone through. What she’s been going through.
“I threw her out, Law. I kicked her out of our room with nothing. What kind of man does that, huh? What kind of man kicks the woman he loves out with some random bitch standing next to him?”
“If I hadn’t been high, Willow wouldn’t have been roofied and fucking raped.”
“I consider myself lucky in the sense that I can’t remember any of the horrible things he did to me. To my body. I woke up damaged but have no memory of what happened to make me that way. It’s tragic and life changing, even without becoming pregnant. But to think that he’s out there raping women . . . I feel sick.”
That’s something I can’t get past. All the lying and cheating. It haunts me. Niggles at me whenever I feel myself weakening toward him.
“And before that night we hadn’t slept together in more than four months,” I remind him. “What? It was that long?
“My heart doesn’t beat in rhythm when you’re not around. I need you, to be me. I’m your rhythm, and you’re for damn sure mine.”





“Your words went from being my cure to my curse.” – Willow