“Charlie’s Whiskey (The Chosen, Book #1)” by Harlow Brown #NewRelease


Title: Charlie’s Whiskey

by Harlow Brown Author

Genre: MC romance meets sports romance meets suspense meets oh-so-sweet-revenge

Series: Book one of The Chosen series

Photographer: Turner Classic Photos ( can be found on Facebook)

Cover design: Concierge Literary Promotions



Charlie Winstead pushes aside the pain and anguish she suffers daily and puts all her energy into her women’s softball team, the Regulators. If only temporarily, the abuse bestowed upon her by her boyfriend halts for the time that she is behind the plate. Hensley has been her boyfriend for three years and the relationship progressed into a domestic nightmare. Realizing this, Charlie does what she needs to do to protect herself.

Whiskey Williams is a patched member of the Chosen Legion motorcycle club. He finds himself running from a dark and dirty past, looking for a new start. He relies on his brothers from the mother charter to help him. Once he arrives in Rudy, he sees Charlie and knows something has to be done to help her. However, seeing as she is fresh out of her abusive relationship, she wants nothing to do with men.

Will the attraction between the two be enough to make Charlie give the troubled biker a chance? Or will he strike out?

The game of love is not as easy as three up, three down.



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About Harlow


I am a debut author, but most importantly, I am a mother of two beautiful kids. I am a wife to my soul mate and my better half, whom I was lucky enough to find when I was a child. Since the age of 15, we have been together, and there isn’t a moment that I regret. They say everyone has their person; I was lucky enough to find mine when I was just a kid. He and my children are my everything. They are my reason for existence.
I love to read, write, play softball, watch baseball, and help coach my daughter’s softball team, and watch my son play his sports. We are always on the go, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I realize that one day there won’t be anyone to take to practice and games. I embrace the utter chaos that is our lives right now because it will be over before we know it.
I appreciate every single one of you that are reading this right now. There is one motto that I live by. It just sucks that it took losing someone really close to me to realize the truth about it. Don’t Look Back.

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Sometimes love is fated in the stars. You know
you are destined for each other. Your souls entwine and you can’t imagine your
life without them.
Sometimes it’s found when you’re not looking
for it. It peeks around the corner when you least expect it, sweeping you off
your feet, carrying you off into the sunset.
Sometimes, there are a lucky few who get to
experience both. I was one of the lucky ones.



A grunt escapes my lips, as I try to roll
over. It’s late. I’m not sure what time it is exactly, but I know it’s late.
The lights on the pole are lit up, sending random colors reflecting off the
windows and the mirror of his dresser. It’s calmingly beautiful. Holden is
spread across the end of the bed with his long legs hanging over the side. It
takes a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.
Lifting the blanket off of me, I kneel on the
bed, leaning towards Holden, attempting to see if he’s awake. My heart does a
little flip when I notice a small brown, worn looking stuffed dog. I cannot
believe he has kept it all this time. We were ten years old and we thought we
owned the world, as we walked around the state fair.
I had forced Holden on every ride and he was
paying for it with a massive headache. I kept teasing him about being weaker
than me. I must have taken things a little too far because he wouldn’t look at
me. Knowing I had hurt him, I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him behind me,
until I found a game I knew I could win.
There was a rather obese man with greasy hair
wearing a red shirt, juggling baseballs in front of his stand. Plates were
lined up awkwardly on shelves behind him. All I had to do was break three
plates and I would win the huge stuffed bear hanging on a wall full of smaller
prizes. It took me eleven tries before I finally broke two plates.
I guess the guy must have felt bad for me
because he handed me a small, brown stuffed dog with a white heart on its nose
and told me to move along. It wasn’t what I was hoping for, but I gave it to
Holden anyways. My reward was the tiniest of kisses on my cheek.
Giggling to myself, I lay back down. I’m not
sure he would want me to see him sleeping with a stuffed animal, but I’m glad
that I did. An idea pops into my head, just as I start to relax again. My eyes
peer around the room until I find what I’m looking for. Sneaking over to his
dresser as quietly as I can, I grab his camera and tiptoe back over to the bed.
The camera flashes when I snap his picture,
causing me to immediately regret my decision. Afraid he might wake up and catch
me, I grab the Polaroid picture and put the camera back where I found it. I
slip back into bed and pull the blanket over me just in time. He rolls over and
sits up a bit. My heart is frantic, as I watch him look across the room. I see
his head turn and I quickly close my eyes.
“What are you doing?” His voice is raspy,
almost menacing. Shit. I don’t answer, instead I pretend to be asleep. “I know
you. I know when you are up to something. I also know you are awake. Being that
it’s the middle of the night, I’m going to pretend I don’t know anything and
I’m going back to sleep. Goodnight, Carsten.”
“Night.” Shit. Did I just answer him? I hear
him laugh as he rolls over. Shit. I did answer him. Maybe he will forget, at
least I hope he does. I wait a few minutes to make sure he’s sound asleep
before I grab the Polaroid, shaking it a few times. There’s a glare from the
flash. It almost looks as though Holden has a golden light surrounding him. I
can barely make out the dark lump tucked under his arm. A grin spreads across
my face, as I slide the picture into the pillowcase under my head.




I grew up in Chicagoland and now live in
quaint little town in Northwest Indiana. I have two beautiful children and
husband who worships the ground I walk on (or at least he should). I’ve always
loved reading. Now I’m expanding that love into writing and look forward to
producing many books.


I’m a huge geek and proud of it. Books are my
life. I love reading, especially fiction. It doesn’t matter the genre or age
group. I will read anything from comics to novels. I read at least one book a
day. If it wasn’t for my kindle, my living room would be overflowing with




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“Uncensored (The Manhattanites)” by Avery Aster #BlogTour (18+)

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Book Title: Uncensored (A Manhattanites Book 7)
Author: Avery Aster
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: January 12, 2017
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions


book blurb

Sobriety is in vogue this season when Debauchery magazine founder Vive Farnworth trades in her Park Avenue mansion for a halfway house. Enjoying “therapy” on a tomato farm, she relearns how to live. Her focus on fruit soon ripens when a new roommate moves in. He’s dominant and challenging, and she swears his orgasm-inducing body looks familiar. Then again, her memory is one gin martini blur.

Stripped of his Olympic gold medal, Roddick “The Grunt” Beckstrong was the #1 professional tennis player in the world until a certain news outlet exposed him for doping to enhance his performance. After losing custody of his son to his ex-wife, along with sixty-five million dollars, he’s out for revenge against the owner of the tabloid that ruined his life—Debauchery.

To destroy his nemesis, he’ll entice her mind, seduce her soul, and satiate her body’s lust. Then he’ll publicly humiliate her! Falling in all-consuming love along the way wasn’t part of his plan, but it happens. When Vive learns of Roddick’s motives, she ups the ante with the one thing he hasn’t obliterated, her heart. It’s a vengeance that he never saw coming. Whoever stays sober the longest may win something their fame and fortunes never gave them before—a chance at happiness.


“Do you know what I hate about this detox thing the most?”

“No clue.”

“Not having sex. I miss it. Don’t you?”

I nod. “I’ll admit it’s been a while for me too.”

She reaches forward, then gently grazes her long nails over my forearm, causing every hair on my body to stand upright. I shift my legs, trying to get comfortable.

“I can see that.” She lines her mouth up with mine.

“Are you going to kiss me?” I ask, somewhat in shock.

Licking her full lips, she glares at me as if waiting for me to make the first move.

After a few tense moments of silence, she blurts out, “Do you masturbate?”

“Not usually.” Over the years, my coaches and managers didn’t like it when their players would jerk off before a match. They said it would kill our stamina and drive to win. Over time you just get used to not getting yourself off, saving it for when you’re with someone special and having sex in person. “What about you?”

“All the time,” she confesses breathlessly.

Unable to hold back any longer, I cup her cheek, press my lips against hers, and shove my tongue down her throat.

Her nipples tighten as I pinch them through the blouse. Our tongues dance together, first with shallow breaths and then deep ones.

She spreads her legs for me, guiding my hand between her legs.

“You want me to….”

“Get me off… please…,” she begs.

“We can’t have sex. Those are the house rules.”

“Fingering me isn’t sex.” She pushes my hand in the direction of her zipper.

“That’s the funny thing about fingering.” I unzip her pants, shimmy her shorts down to her knees, and admire her panties. Thin nude fabric with a shimmer sparkle over her privates. “It won’t stop with just my fingers.” I slide my right hand between her thighs, feeling her warmness, and sudden wetness.

“Yes, right there.”

With my middle and ring finger deep inside the well of her cunt, I pant in her ear, “My tongue is getting jealous. I have to taste you.”

Her eyes widen as she lies back on the sofa. Hedda, her dog, hops off the coffee table and takes a place on the kitchen floor to nap.

I slide off the sofa onto my knees and bury my face between her legs.

Her pink flesh stares back at me. I lick once. She shudders. Lick twice. She moans.

“Tongue-fuck me,” she bosses.

“We’re not allowed to fuck. Can I eat you out without you coming?”

She laughs. “No.”

“Let’s see.” I kiss the flesh of her inner thigh. “So soft.”

“Keep going.” She glares down at me. “Yesss.”

Licking my lips, I trace my tongue around her clit, edging her to come.

“Fuck. Yes. Rod.” She fists my hairline as her thumbs press against my forehead.

I slide two fingers back and forth, in and out, while my tongue laps up her wetness.

“Yesss. Roddie. Like that. Fuck. Don’t stop. Keep going.” Her legs tighten around the back of my head as I fully submerse myself in her.

Tongue licking.

Fingers fucking.

“Come for me.”


“Dammit, woman. Right now.”

I curl my left index finger inside her while rubbing two fingers against her clit with my right. She cries out and squirts a steady stream up at my face.

Like a cat in heat, Vive’s moans turn me on to the point where I want to give my tongue a break and fuck her with my cock. But it’s too soon for that. I know it is. This woman hasn’t been touched in so long. I can see that now.

As she comes I frantically lick and lick. I fucking love the way she tastes.

Just as she finishes and pulls her shorts up, there’s a knock on the door.

meet the author

New York Times bestselling author Avery Aster pens The Manhattanites, a contemporary erotic romance series of full-length, stand-alone novels, and the naughty new adult prequel companion series The Undergrad Years. Join Avery’s newsletter eepurl.com/CQ665 and get a FREE ebook!

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