“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.

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?”

***ARC provided in exchange for an honest review - Naomi / Scandalous Book Blog***

I AM WRECKED...This book consumed me whilst reading and has continued to do so after as well. This story was ugly, dirty, raw and passionate. Going into this book I knew that it was going to be a rough ride, drug addiction and cheating are not pretty things, they destroy people. This is the story of a broken man rising from the ashes.. This is a Love story that will blow your mind and have you crying with heart break. 

Stone Lockhart is a rock star but more than that he is an addict and he has just lost the one thing that completed him, made him who he was and gave him his rhythm. Hitting an all time low, he is lucky to be here and now he must fight to claim back the man he once was, be the man his one true love deserves. Stones dreams have become his nightmares and he has no one to blame but himself. 

Willow loved her man fiercely and knew that he had changed, he was always chasing his next high, cheating on her with woman he forgot and in the end he threw her away like yesterdays trash. He broke her, she had done everything to support the man she loved and he repaid her with all this ugly and hurt. Enough was enough and she left, she couldn't fight any more for the man who he once was because she hated the man he was now. Being back in Canada, she doesn't want to be found. She misses Stone everyday but she has more than herself to think about. Moving on hasn't been easy but she is stronger than ever she has to be. When Willow makes a connection with another musician she is reluctant at first but he stirs up feeling she hasn't felt for a while and agrees to see where things go.

Stone is clean and out of rehab, but his Willow is still gone. Everyday is a struggle he always wants his next high but he wants his Birdie more. She has vanished and even after hiring a PI they are yet to find her. He attends his meetings and continues to lean on his friends for support. Then he gets a call the PI has found his Birdie and he comes crashing back into her life like a train wreck. He will stop at nothing to win his girl back he needs her to make breathing easier. Willow is shocked when she comes face to face with Stone and her heart and head are fighting one another. 

Stone has a lot to prove and also alot to make up for, Willow has a lot to forgive but she may never forget. They have a forever love but with everything they have endured together and apart Will they ever be able to find their rhythm together again?

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