The crime boss. The hustling queen. Cross and Catherine Donati have been married five years, but the life they’ve chosen still has things to teach them yet. One can never become too comfortable in their business. Trouble soon follows. The principe and principessa are all grown up … It’s tough being at the top. When all Cross wants is to slow down the world, reality has a way of speeding it back up. Just when Catherine thinks she’s learned everything her mother has to teach, more lessons come her way. A king and queen must protect their thrones … This is their life. This is their love. Always. Revered. And unruly.

Series: Cross + Catherine, #3


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?”


Goddamn, she sounded whiney.

Well, she was.


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.




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. To keep up-to-date with new releases from Bethany-Kris, sign up to her New Release Newsletter here: