I am delighted to announce the official release date for my second book, Plaything! 💙✨🦢☕️ It will be available on Amazon as a 599-page paperback, e-book, and Kindle Unlimited on September 10th! If you like, RH, forced proximity, student/teacher, age, gap, D/S, & 5% plot, 95% spice, you'll love Plaything! The E-book is available now for pre-order on Amazon: https://a.co/d/aeB3Xrz or search "Plaything by Beanie Harper"

"𝗜 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝗿𝗱'𝘀 𝗣𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗪𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗦𝗮𝗹𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻." -𝗣𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗦𝗮𝗴𝗲

PUBLISHED AS A PAPERBACK, E-BOOK, & KINDLE UNLIMITED ON AMAZON. Link(s) in Bio The first draft (unedited without bonus chapters) will remain for $2 on Patreon (per month) for those in countries Amazon does not sell to. "Awe pretty baby, look how cute you look all tied up and crying for us," he softly stroked my face, but the smirk on his lips made me shiver. He turned to look at them, "What should we do with you now?" He asked, lowering himself to my face. I stared at him wide eyed, listening to the others circle around me like lions ready to pray on a lamb. I can't hide my arousal from them, they can sense it, even if I lie, they'll call my bluff. I bit my lip, staring into his red eyes. "Punish me?" ~•~ This book contains sexual content, age gaps, light bdsm, and second hand embarrassment. If you don't like submissive female leads, this isn't the book for you. READ THE DISCLAIMER. (There is no sexual feelings/relationship until the fmc is 18/19) (cover by @asweetprincess )

Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.

"I'll be back. Don't leave okay" "Okay" she pouted as she played with her fingers, "Poseidon, I have a secret to tell you before you go" she giggled. "Tell me" "Its a secret! I have to whisper it to you" she tilted her head and curled her finger to motion me, reluctantly I came. "Yes Medusa" I sighed as I approached her. "I'm hungry" she whispered into my ear. "That is no secret. I hear your stomach. What are you hungry for?" I decided to play along. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close. "You" she breathed on my lips. She pulled my chin and made me stare into her golden pupils. "Why do you distance yourself away from me the god whose name is Poseidon?" she whispered into my face as she brushed my thick brows. "I know I wont be able to stop...if i give in" "Then just give in?" she uttered as she massaged my lips with her thumb. ______ She was once known for her beauty. Beloved by everyone. Adored by many. But soon she was hated by all... all.... except one..... #1 in gods 4/12/19 #5 in new story 2/19/19 #13 in lovable 2/13/19 #6 in Poseidon 2/22/19 #5 in Poseidon 2/22/19 #13 in goddess 3/9/19 Started: 1/25/19 MATURE SCENES!

"I know you're a virgin but have you never been touched?" He asked, sliding his other hand down onto her leg. "What makes you say that?" Kat breathed, bracing her hands on the counter. "You react like someone who's never felt another's touch," Nex whispered, slipping his thumb under the band of her shorts. "So, have you not?" Kat opened her mouth to speak but stopped when his hand slid up from her leg, gliding up her stomach and stopping just below her breast. "Not even here?" He asked, following the curve of her breast with one finger, not touching, staying just below as he dragged it back and forth. "What about here?" He asked, sliding his hand down from her ribs to the bottom of her shorts then around to her butt, fingers nearly grazing it as he inched them up, under her pajamas. "I can say with certainty, never here," he said, lowering his other hand under the waistband of her shorts, touching the top of her underwear. "No, you've definitely never felt that before. I can hear your heart racing, I can feel your breathing, I can smell your body responding like it's never experienced these sensations before," he whispered, sliding a finger just underneath the band. "Should I answer its call?" #1 in demons on 6/15 -6/17/20! Again on 6/20 and 6/22-6/23! Sweet and innocent Katherine has a routine and is a little tightly wound. She was simply trying to rehearse lines for an audition. Next thing she knows, she's reading out loud her Latin lines and suddenly someone appears, claiming to be a demon she summoned to kill someone for her. Turns out demons can be hot. And he's getting pissed off she won't give him a name so he can kill and go home. The problem is, pissed off turns into something else and before he knows it, he wants to take away some of that innocence and loosen her up, or better yet, tie her up make her his. This is only available until Nov 1st, after that only on Patreon until published

"Don't tell me you're not mine, Scarlett. I'm yours and you're mine, sugar. All mine. So go finish your shift quickly because I'm taking you home to pay for your shit tonight and the longer you make me wait, the more creative I get with what I'm going to do with you." Scarlett Peters just moved into an apartment above a bar, owned by a man who's practically her family. She planned to escape the mess of her life and an abusive ex, having swore off men. But plans don't go so well when she meets a regular at the bar and former marine, Ryker. He's chaos and dangerous, wrapped up in an irresistible package. Ryker has never been one to settle down or be with a girl more than once. But there's something irresistible about his friend's niece he just can't stay away from, especially not when he finds out her abusive ex is still bothering her. This is a sample only, full book available on Patreon through the link in my bio

"P-please s-sir...it's not what you're thinking." Finally she mustered up the courage to speak these words. Her voice pleading and eyes desperate to get away from him. "I don't give a flying fuck! I paid for you and now you're going to do what you're supposed to do!" He hissed at her face making her large hazel eyes to broaden in fear. Carlos Knight wasn't supposed to see her but yet he did. The way her body moves to the rhythm of the tune was erotic for him, giving him a hard on and he knows he needs to have her, but what he didn't know is the seductress of a belly dancer is none other than his own personal assistant. What will Grace Dallas do, when she finds out that the client who paid in millions just to watch her dance for him alone at his penthouse was none other than her boss. Read to find out a story full of Dark Romance, erotism, passion, needs, misunderstandings, hate and crazy obsession of love. WARNING ⚠️ EXPLICIT CONTENT! (This is sample only!)

I lived out of a van and wherever the wheels took me was my home. I danced with drunkards at the local country bar and I smoked cigarettes, staining them with my black cherry lipstick. I always had my head in the clouds, because I was a free spirit; my spirit was pure and I lived one day at a time. I was a lonely poet, constantly seeking for more but failing to put it in the right words. I knew that he was the one for me, from the very moment that I set my eyes on him. He was the kind of man I pictured to take my innocence. His tall and strong build made my small one feel safe around him, as if he were a shield from all the terrible things that the world could throw at me. Those big hands of his, God, I could imagine just the pleasure they could bring to me. The fact that he drank green tea, read the newspaper every dawn, that salt 'n' pepper hair of his, those aged lines on his face- he was like art; to me, he transcended poetry. I wore my emotions on my sleeves and he saw right through me, as he did with every other person. He read me like he did those words on the front page of his newspapers, but I didn't care. I wanted him to be my hero and I wanted to belong to him. I wanted him to take me in his arms and whisk me away, strip me of every bit of innocence even if it ruined me. It's true what they say, 'be careful what you wish for'. I hadn't known that a man like him was no saviour, even though he had warned me, I was in too deep already, too naïve and too in love with what I saw- that I had no idea the ruin that lay ahead as Massimiliano Esposito's woman. Poetry- as it had for all other great poets- led me to my destruction.

I was the daughter of a dirty sheriff and an abused woman. Haedleigh was a small town, which really didn't have much going on, and it was known for its vintage trains. It was the kind of town where everybody knew everybody, your neighbours were practically family and there was only one college in town. Our bars played amateur music from amateur bands who rehearsed in their garages, there was a gas station where trucks would stop for the night and cheap beer cans littered the streets every Saturday and Sunday morning. Haedleigh was the kind of place where kids weren't afraid to play in the streets and more often than not, the elderly would gather every morning, gossiping about whose daughter was spotted with whose son. But even with towns as peaceful as Haedleigh, dirty secrets still lay within the rubble of the scrapyard. The swinging decapitated bodies that hung from the Islesbury Bridge, heads placed on spikes on the front lawn of different homes, and the random gunfire you'd hear in the middle of the night as the people of Haedleigh sat near their radios, in silence. It was all his doing. A man by the name of Salvatore Esposito that people whispered in the confines of their homes with the lights off for fear of the curse that his name carried. Quite honestly, I dismissed the whispers and thought that they were simply rumours. Lord knows how those spread around these parts since people didn't have much to do with their lives, but I suppose I shouldn't have been so naïve. I mean, papa did refer to his corrupt friends as 'the devil'. That should have been warning enough I suppose, but my curiosity would be the death of me...literally. AVAILABLE ON KINDLE!