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Cross + Catherine: The Saga
by Bethany-Kris
Cross + Catherine, #1-3, 3.5, 4)
Publication Date: April 8, 2019
Genres: Adult, Romantic Suspense, Organized Crime. Erotic Romance
Cross + Catherine, #1-3, 3.5, 4)
Publication Date: April 8, 2019
Genres: Adult, Romantic Suspense, Organized Crime. Erotic Romance
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SYNOPSIS
Once upon a time, a wild boy fell in love with a sly girl …
From high school sweethearts to a criminal King and Queen, Cross Donati and Catherine Marcello’s love became a force—even destructive, it was unstoppable.
They were meant to be.
Even when everything stood in the way.
Even when everything stood in the way.
Always.
Fall in love with the saga of Cross + Catherine, and their story of a love revered, and a life lived so unruly.
The Saga: Cross + Catherine is a boxset of the full Cross + Catherine series featuring the full-length novels Always, Revere, and Unruly as well as the series novellas, Cross + Catherine: The Companion and Naz & Roz.
EXCERPTS
ALWAYS, A Legacy Novel (Cross + Catherine, #1)
by Bethany-Kris
Catherine giggled. Her amusement faded fast. Like the second Hugh
grabbed her arm in a tight grip, and stopped her from walking further.
“Last name?” he asked again.
She tugged her arm to free it from his grasp, but he
didn’t let go. She looked down at his hand pointedly. “That’s a no.”
“Shit, what’s your problem? I’m just asking who the
hell—”
“Let me go,” Catherine said.
She was polite.
It was the only warning
he was going to get.
“Tell me your name, then.”
“This isn’t a tit for tat,” Catherine replied. “I said
no, and that means—”
Catherine didn’t even see the fist coming before it
smashed into Hugh’s face. Hugh let go of Catherine’s arm with a holler, and she
almost tripped over her gladiator-style sandals in an effort to jump back.
“Means fucking no,” the guy Catherine had been
admiring earlier said, as he stood over a now bleeding Hugh. “Coach said to
move your ass, so move, Hugh. Stop
bothering girls—didn’t you get enough of that shit last year?”
“Donati!” someone yelled from the field.
“Jesus Christ, Cross,” Liliana muttered.
“Prick!”
That was all Hugh got out before he kicked out a leg
and dropped Cross to the ground. In full football gear, but for the helmets,
the two boys started laying into one another. Each fist smacking into a body or
gear made Catherine cringe. She was pretty sure someone was bleeding, too, in
between cursing and name calling. The players and coaches on the field started
heading their way fast.
“Okay, time to go,” Liliana said, making sure to tug
Catherine along.
She kept up with her cousin easily enough.
First day, and already starting fights.
Yeah, she really missed her old school.
“Donati did you a favor there,” Liliana said as they
came closer to the school.
“Who?” Catherine asked, peering back over her
shoulder.
“Donati. Cross Donati.”
That surname seemed familiar to Catherine, but she
couldn’t quite pull out why.
“Hugh is a creep,” Liliana said, oblivious to
Catherine’s confusion. “He doesn’t understand the word no, and if you ask the
right girls, they’ll all tell you not to leave a drink unattended when he’s
around. Seriously, Cross did you a favor.”
She couldn’t help but look back over her shoulder.
Catherine found a pair of dark eyes looking in her
direction before they locked onto hers.
Cross.
Cross Donati.
His fist crashed down into Hugh’s bloody face one more
time before the coach reached the fighting boys, and pulled them apart. He was
still staring after Catherine, though.
Cross smiled at her, then, showing off white teeth
stained red by his bloody mouth. He didn’t seem a bit bothered by it, really.
She smiled back.
Catherine thought, years from then, when people asked
…
She would say that was when she fell in love with Cross.
Black hair.
Dark eyes.
Bruised knuckles.
Bloody mouth.
All the while, he smiled at her.
And she smiled back.
That was when she fell in love with Cross Donati.
Even if she hadn’t known it then.
REVERE, A Legacy Novel
(Cross + Catherine, #2)
by
Bethany-Kris
“You
didn’t answer me. How have you been, babe?”
“I’ve
been okay,” she replied.
Cross
smiled, but he thought maybe she was only saying that for his benefit. “Still
running for your cousin?”
“Maybe.”
Catherine
had always been good at three things: loving him, hustling drugs, and lying.
Cross doubted much of that changed.
“Sure
you are. Why else would you be here?”
Catherine
waved at her plate. “Delicious food.”
“Mmhmm.”
Before he could think better of it, Cross
reached across the table and grabbed Catherine’s hand. The dozens of bangles on
her wrist jingled against the tabletop. He found her skin was still soft, warm,
and all his. He squeezed her hand and ran the pad of his thumb across her
knuckles. Her fingers trembled just a second before she tugged her hand away.
“Don’t
do that, Cross,” Catherine said.
She
didn’t want him to see the way she hid her hands from his sight. It was too
late; he couldn’t possibly miss it. Only once in their long relationship had
Cross truly missed something Catherine wanted to hide from him, and it had been
their ruin.
He
was never going to make that mistake again.
“Still
as stubborn as ever, I see.”
“You
liked it,” she retorted, unable to stop her grin.
“I
might still.”
Catherine’s
eyes widened. “Excuse me?”
“What
are you doing this weekend?”
No.
Stupid.
Bad.
He
was going to get his ass shot.
He
had been warned.
Cross
didn’t drop his gaze, or move an inch.
“Uh
…”
“Go
out with me,” he said.
Catherine
didn’t blink. “Um.”
“Come
on, Catty, you always had a quick response for everything I or anyone else ever
said. Don’t disappoint me now.”
“Cross—”
“Catherine,
hey.” A man wearing a chef’s jacket that Cross didn’t recognize—and didn’t
fucking care to—strolled up to their table. He wore a cocked eyebrow and an
irritating smile. Cross considered stabbing the man with the knife on the table
just because he interrupted. That shit was rude. “Andino was asking if you were
still here. He wants you to head back to the office for a few.”
Catherine
blinked up at the man, clearly recognizing him. Cross certainly didn’t like the
way the man looked at Catherine like the two were … familiar.
Were
they?
He
didn’t know.
Cross
would bet the man certainly wouldn’t want to know what he would do to him if he
did know.
“Who
is this, Catherine?” the guy asked. “You haven’t mentioned having a friend.”
Cross
didn’t miss the man’s resentment in his words. Definitely something there, he thought. He met the man’s gaze for a
brief second, and then dropped it just as fast. Whoever the fuck he was, the
guy wasn’t important to Cross.
At
all.
“Thanks
for letting me know about Andino, Jamie.” Catherine let out a sigh, and stood
from the table leaving her unfinished plate and Cross behind. “Cross, it was
nice seeing you.”
Cross
smiled and murmured, “Likewise, Catherine.”
She
stiffened a bit. Something that looked a hell of a lot like memories flashed in
her eyes. Then, she was gone.
Jamie,
the irritating chef, stayed behind. “Can I help you?”
“Sure,”
Cross said with a flick of his wrist, “by fucking off somewhere.”
“Excuse—”
“I
said what I said, so go.”
“I
don’t know who the fuck you are, but—”
“Andino
does, so run back and let him know I’m here.”
“And
who are you exactly?”
“Cross
Donati.” He looked up at Jamie and smirked. “Or you might know me as the reason
you couldn’t keep Catherine interested long enough to get anywhere good.”
Jamie’s
face whitened.
Cross
flicked his wrist again. “Now do as I said, and fuck off somewhere.”
The
man fucked off.
UNRULY, A
Legacy Novel (Cross + Catherine, #3)
by
Bethany-Kris
Parents fell in two categories where their marriage and sex life was
concerned. They either learned to get creative and make time, or they dried up
like an old well.
Given how busy their life was, Catherine had been terrified her and
Cross would fall into the latter category after Cece’s birth. Clearly, the two
of them were a lucky pair.
That, and they liked sex.
A lot.
Catherine’s fingers curved around the edge of the kitchen counter, while
her body arched into the delicious sensation of Cross’s lips teasing at the
column of her throat. Lower, she
thought she heard herself say. Lower,
lower, lower.
It was hard to tell.
They also learned to be quiet.
Cece wasn’t exactly a light sleeper, but still. She also tended to sleep
in their damn bed, or she would just make her way there come morning.
Whether or not Catherine actually said the words didn’t seem to make
much of a difference to her husband. He knew what she wanted. He always knew what she needed. He was the
musician between the two of them, after all. She didn’t mind being another one
of his instruments to play.
Especially not when he played her right.
Dark eyes flicked up to meet hers. His tongue traced a circle around her
navel. He bared his teeth like the goddamn tease he was when he grinned.
Catherine let out a breath through her nose while she abused her lower
lip with her teeth. What else could she do? At this point, it was Cross’s game.
She was collateral damage.
It would still be all kinds of fun.
“Here?” he asked.
“You know damn well—”
Lower he went, kissing a spot over her pubic bone. “Here, babe?”
“Cross.”
Goddamn, she sounded whiney.
Well, she was.
Very.
Cross’s husky chuckles washed over her senses like a tidal wave of lust
and want. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and planned on continuing
for as long as he could. Catherine had two problems with that.
One, they didn’t have time.
Soon, little feet would be pattering down the stairs.
Two, she didn’t have the patience.
Catherine knew exactly what would get Cross moving and out of his little
teasing kick. She had been holding the info in her back pocket for a couple of
weeks while they dealt with getting their home ready for Christmas.
ABOUT BETHANY-KRIS
Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to four young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.
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