Author Sinclair Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Brian Sinclair, the renowned guitarist. Brian “Master” Sinclair, guitar hero, rock god, perfect specimen of a man, was passed out in her hotel room! He’d kissed her. God, how he’d kissed her. If she didn’t have rules about when she allowed herself to have sex with a new acquaintance, he’d probably be making love to her right now. She seriously needed to amend her rules. Her body ached with wanting him. The man was too sexy for his own good.

Alessia opened a browser window and typed the name with hands that weren't quite steady. *Marcus Wren.* The search returned dozens of results — a musician in Ohio, a real estate agent in Texas, a dozen social media profiles belonging to men who shared the name but nothing else. She scrolled past them, refining the search, adding *Sinclair Global* and *pilot* to narrow the field. The results thinned immediately.

Sins try hard to live unnoticed by anyone. My name is Rayne Martin and I am one of them. I am a Sin. .. “Newsflash, another body was found this morning under a…” the news anchor stated as the TV flashed the place where another dead person was found. “That is just so creepy. It’s obviously one of them again.” A girl accused as she drank her milkshake on a table not too far from me. “THEM? You mean… Sins?” another asked as if confirming they were thinking the same thing.

Chapter 10 Photo session Sinclair walked out of the Harrison's mansion and headed to his next appointment. He kept thinking about Lorelei and what she said to him on the phone. And while the guards guided him towards his car, he saw Archer at the back entrance. "What's he doing here?" He whispered to himself. Archer wasn't alone though, he was talking to someone but the person was hidden by the statue which had been placed in the Harrison's mansion and no matter how Sinclair tried, he couldn't see the person.

“You really think he’s just some wounded, broody boyfriend with sad eyes and a tragic past?” She sneered. “No, baby. He’s a Sinclair. And Sinclairs know how to clean up messes. Even when that mess is a girl who loved him.” My stomach twisted into knots. “No,” I said louder, shaking my head, heart racing. “No, he. . . he wouldn’t hurt someone. Not like that.” Clara leaned close again, her breath warm and laced with venom. “Ask him. Ask him what happened the night he broke into my house. Ask him why there was blood on the floor when I woke up. Ask him how he left me there. Shot. Alone. That's if you make it out alive”

“And now, it’s over.” Sinclair leaned back in his chair. “You think you can force me out?” Fiona met his gaze. “We don’t need to. The evidence speaks for itself.” Sinclair exhaled, shaking his head. Then, slowly, he began to clap. “Well played,” he said. “Truly.” Darwin’s jaw clenched. “This isn’t a game.” Sinclair smirked. “Oh, but it is. And you’re about to realize that I don’t lose.”

I forced myself to keep my voice calm, though every instinct in me screamed to demand answers. Sinclair chuckled, a low, menacing sound that made my skin crawl. “Oh, nothing much. I just wanted to check in on you. Make sure you’re still enjoying playing house with your little bride.” My jaw tightened. “Cut the crap, Sinclair. You reached out for a reason. What is it?” There was a long pause on the other end, and when Sinclair spoke again, his voice was quieter, more dangerous. “You’re getting too close, Maxwell. And that’s a problem. I’d hate for something to happen to that lovely wife of yours... or your future child.”

It was suddenly quiet which was strange, not even a sound of a cricket could be heard and Evelyn clutched my clothes. “Is th.. that also a squirrel?” “Shhh….not a word.” She nodded obediently and pressed her lips together while I kissed her hair. I wasn't good when it came to perceiving any scent aside from my mate but I couldn't miss this one. I've encountered them severally here; they even had the effrontery to barge into my Kingdom. This Vampire hunters were sturbborn as fuck!! Their scent swirled heavily in my nose and I held Evelyn closely, we stood there impatiently without moving and what happened next made my mate scream with horror.

'What is it? 'It's Sinclair', I didn't want to believe it when Claire confirmed it, but now I'm way less sure. 'What? Are you sure? Did they double-check?', I asked hoping it's wrong. 'Yes. They did.' 'What...’, I cleared my throat and tried to ask again. 'What does this mean?' 'It means, your sister's killer is either within Sinclair's family or aided by them', he drove the nail directly to the home. No sugar coating with Kade. What with the stellar mood I put him in.

I state out, squaring my shoulders at him. Sinclair shakes his head, stands and takes off his black slacks. His printed abs in hus chest makes my mouth drags to the ground and as I blink severally, I spot the smirk on his face. "Where are you going to?" I ask confusion evident on my face. "I'm going for a swim. I want to have cool water on me," he states. And like a daydream, I watch Sinclair rush to the tide and jump into the beach, swimming away.