Revere
Cross + Catherine, #2
by Bethany-Kris
Publication Date: November 6, 2017
Genres: Adult, Adult, Contemporary Romance, Mafia
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A Legacy Novel
She was once his liar.
He was once her savior.
Cross Donati fills his days with the mafia, family, and responsibility. The wild boy is a distant memory. A waiting prince now sits in his place. An old debt puts the gunrunner right back into the path of his past, but he only sees his future.
Every king needs a queen.
Catherine Marcello learned how to stand on her own, and she no longer needs saving. The sly girl is far more dangerous now. A broken promise taught her how to live again. One conversation puts the hustler face to face with her first love, but she only sees heartache.
Every God needs a prayer.
The scars of their history runs deep. Every lie told, and each secret spilled hurts a little bit more.
Love does not care.
Love will not wait.
So, why does life keep standing in the way?
***
Revere is A Legacy Novel. While it can be read as a follow up to Always, it can also be read as a standalone novel.
He was once her savior.
Cross Donati fills his days with the mafia, family, and responsibility. The wild boy is a distant memory. A waiting prince now sits in his place. An old debt puts the gunrunner right back into the path of his past, but he only sees his future.
Every king needs a queen.
Catherine Marcello learned how to stand on her own, and she no longer needs saving. The sly girl is far more dangerous now. A broken promise taught her how to live again. One conversation puts the hustler face to face with her first love, but she only sees heartache.
Every God needs a prayer.
The scars of their history runs deep. Every lie told, and each secret spilled hurts a little bit more.
Love does not care.
Love will not wait.
So, why does life keep standing in the way?
***
Revere is A Legacy Novel. While it can be read as a follow up to Always, it can also be read as a standalone novel.
Excerpt
“Quite a show back there,” he told her.
Catherine’s gaze narrowed. “You were watching me … following me?”
“Zeke—do you remember him?—owns this club, Catherine. I happened to be upstairs in the corner when you came in. You didn’t see me. I had my back turned. Zeke let me know you were there, that’s all. I didn’t intend to follow you until I heard the guy say something about looking for you when you skipped out. I just came to check—”
“To what, protect me?”
Cross scoffed. “Apparently, you do that just fine on your own, babe. He never would have picked his cock, by the way.”
“No man ever does.” Catherine let her knife drop to her side. “Quit smirking like that.”
His lips quirked at the corner again. “Am I?”
“Cross.”
“If you’re already here, can I buy you a drink?”
Catherine looked away. “I don’t drink.”
He should know that, after everything.
“Good,” Cross said, reaching out to stroke her cheek with two fingers. Anyone else, and Catherine would have pulled away. It was habit and instinct and love that made her punish herself by letting him touch her and enjoy it. “Then have a dance with me. You still dance, don’t you? I loved that, Catty.”
She shivered in her heels, confused and overwhelmed all at the same time. Invisible butterflies beat inside her stomach and into her throat. She hadn’t felt that sensation since she let this man take her virginity when she was sixteen.
“You don’t speak now?” Cross joked.
Catherine let out a soft exhale, and met his dark gaze. “I was told by someone to do what felt right where you were concerned.”
He chuckled. “What do you mean, someone?”
Cara.
Her therapist.
She didn’t tell him that.
“Someone,” Catherine repeated. “The problem is, Cross, every fucking thing feels good and right with you, and you can’t even help it.”
“But is it really a problem when it’s like that for us?”
Yes.
“Let me save us both some time here,” Catherine said, knowing exactly where this whole thing would take the two of them. “Let’s pretend like we danced, but don’t. Let’s act like we talked, you were arrogant, charming, and good-looking, because you are. Except we actually won’t talk at all. I didn’t bring my car; I took a cab because it’s easier. So you can drive me back to your place because you are not coming to mine. We’ll fuck, and there you go. That’s what’s going to happen anyway, Cross, because it just will. Let’s save time and nonsense, and go.”
He cocked a brow.
Catherine just stared at him. “Well?”
“All right,” he murmured.
Catherine’s gaze narrowed. “You were watching me … following me?”
“Zeke—do you remember him?—owns this club, Catherine. I happened to be upstairs in the corner when you came in. You didn’t see me. I had my back turned. Zeke let me know you were there, that’s all. I didn’t intend to follow you until I heard the guy say something about looking for you when you skipped out. I just came to check—”
“To what, protect me?”
Cross scoffed. “Apparently, you do that just fine on your own, babe. He never would have picked his cock, by the way.”
“No man ever does.” Catherine let her knife drop to her side. “Quit smirking like that.”
His lips quirked at the corner again. “Am I?”
“Cross.”
“If you’re already here, can I buy you a drink?”
Catherine looked away. “I don’t drink.”
He should know that, after everything.
“Good,” Cross said, reaching out to stroke her cheek with two fingers. Anyone else, and Catherine would have pulled away. It was habit and instinct and love that made her punish herself by letting him touch her and enjoy it. “Then have a dance with me. You still dance, don’t you? I loved that, Catty.”
She shivered in her heels, confused and overwhelmed all at the same time. Invisible butterflies beat inside her stomach and into her throat. She hadn’t felt that sensation since she let this man take her virginity when she was sixteen.
“You don’t speak now?” Cross joked.
Catherine let out a soft exhale, and met his dark gaze. “I was told by someone to do what felt right where you were concerned.”
He chuckled. “What do you mean, someone?”
Cara.
Her therapist.
She didn’t tell him that.
“Someone,” Catherine repeated. “The problem is, Cross, every fucking thing feels good and right with you, and you can’t even help it.”
“But is it really a problem when it’s like that for us?”
Yes.
“Let me save us both some time here,” Catherine said, knowing exactly where this whole thing would take the two of them. “Let’s pretend like we danced, but don’t. Let’s act like we talked, you were arrogant, charming, and good-looking, because you are. Except we actually won’t talk at all. I didn’t bring my car; I took a cab because it’s easier. So you can drive me back to your place because you are not coming to mine. We’ll fuck, and there you go. That’s what’s going to happen anyway, Cross, because it just will. Let’s save time and nonsense, and go.”
He cocked a brow.
Catherine just stared at him. “Well?”
“All right,” he murmured.
Always
Cross + Catherine, #1
by Bethany-Kris
Publication Date: October 2, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary Romance, Coming of Age, Mafia
Amazon | Paperback
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Publication Date: October 2, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary Romance, Coming of Age, Mafia
Amazon | Paperback
Free with Kindle Unlimited
Synopsis
A Legacy Novel
A wild boy.
A sly girl.
Cross Donati defines trouble. He does what he wants because he’s never known anything different. He’s unapologetic, and he owns it.
Catherine Marcello is every bit a good girl … on the outside. Her entire world is a legacy, and she lives it. She’s curious, and she’s exploring it.
She chases bad things.
He never learned to be good.
They’re late nights, stolen cars, first times, fist fights, leather jackets, beaches, bloody smiles, and life.
They’re vicious and precious, dangerous and harmless, innocence and sin. They are love.
Love is killing for someone.
Love is living for someone.
Sometimes, you can’t keep saving your heart when it means sacrificing it, too.
Sometimes, you have to learn to save yourself.
Sometimes, love has to fall, crash, and burn.
This is what love is like when you’re a principe and principessa della mafia.
This is what love is like when you’re Cross Donati and Catherine Marcello.
A sly girl.
Cross Donati defines trouble. He does what he wants because he’s never known anything different. He’s unapologetic, and he owns it.
Catherine Marcello is every bit a good girl … on the outside. Her entire world is a legacy, and she lives it. She’s curious, and she’s exploring it.
She chases bad things.
He never learned to be good.
They’re late nights, stolen cars, first times, fist fights, leather jackets, beaches, bloody smiles, and life.
They’re vicious and precious, dangerous and harmless, innocence and sin. They are love.
Love is killing for someone.
Love is living for someone.
Sometimes, you can’t keep saving your heart when it means sacrificing it, too.
Sometimes, you have to learn to save yourself.
Sometimes, love has to fall, crash, and burn.
This is what love is like when you’re a principe and principessa della mafia.
This is what love is like when you’re Cross Donati and Catherine Marcello.
***
Always is a Legacy Novel, and while it is standalone, it can also act as a prequel for Revere. Each Legacy Novel stands alone from any other book, series, or collection.
About Bethany-Kris
Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to three 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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