Author Sinclair Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

I hated that after three years of marriage, I still could not tell what he was thinking. “How?” I finally asked. He sighed. “Six years ago, I was engaged to Sophie.” My heart sank. “I know.” Everyone in the business world knew about Damian Sinclair’s broken engagement. The woman had disappeared only weeks before their wedding. People called her a gold digger. Some claimed she had run away with another man. Others believed she had died. No one ever knew the truth. “I did not know she was pregnant when she left.” His voice was calm, but I noticed the tension in his shoulders. “She came back a few weeks ago.”

I shoot him a warning glare to keep his mouth shut, and he offers me one final glower before retreating from the room so we can finish our call in private. “Turn on your camera, baby.” Sinclair instructs, “I want to see you.” I do as he asks, hoping I don’t have dark circles beneath my eyes. “Where are you now?” I ask, leaning back against my pillows. His handsome face appears on the screen, deep green eyes drinking me in like a blind man who’s only just regained his sight. Sinclair is still abed as well, and I can see a hint of his bare chest at the bottom of the feed, his muscles flexing and relaxing as he gets comfortable. “The White Claw territory.” Sinclair answers, sounding drowsy stil

The kitchen was dark except for the little glow from under-cabinet lighting, and I was pouring myself a glass when I heard footsteps behind me. "You couldn't sleep either?" Adrian asked, and I turned to find him standing in the doorway wearing nothing but low-slung sweatpants that showed off the defined V of his hips. "Something like that," I said, taking a drink and trying not to stare. Adrian moved into the kitchen and grabbed a glass, standing close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his skin when I poured for him. "Your event planner is very attractive," Adrian said suddenly. I nearly choked on my wine. "What?"

"You really deserve an award, but unfortunately for you, I was prepared, or you might really have won." Walking to my bedside drawer, I took out a pinhole camera from the flowers my friend had sent me. Looking at the nurses, I then said, "Please call the cops. There's been a murder, and I have evidence." Then, turning back to Zach and Tina, I laughed as they went slack-jawed. "What, are you stupid? Did you think I'd leave my baby girl here alone? I just had to make sure I was hiding your bastard's face, and you did the rest."

How could a date chosen personally by the minister of the Astrology Department fall within a period of mourning? The Astrology Department minister pointed an accusatory finger at the stunned storyteller, and thundered, "Who sent you to defame the Duke of Northwatch's household? The Sinclair family's seven men all sacrificed themselves on the Southern Frontier! General Sinclair is a female general who has distinguished herself repeatedly in battle! She aided the Hell Monarch in reclaiming the Southern Frontier! "Any loyal subject of our kingdom would only hold the Duke of Northwatch's family in the highest respect. Yet here you are, spreading vile rumors and accusing General Sinclair of being

I scooted out of the bed and was about to walk back when he replied. “I’m right here, babe,” Sparing him a disappointed glance, I stood near the railing of the stairs and suspected she was downstairs on the couch, but there was no sign of her with her suitcase. “I’m asking about my friend, Cindy Walkers, she lives with me and she’s not home yet," I bit my lip in anticipation. "Maybe her show didn't end last night,” I mumbled out loud. Wait, why was I telling him? I rolled my eyes at my ridiculousness and took the first step down when she spoke.

“I hate you for that! I hate you so much!” Laurel looked confusedly at Clarissa, who was sobbing, confused by her words. However, she seemed too hysterical to explain further. Sighing, Laurel stepped out of the guest room. _______________ Brian found the information just like that. He went through all the clues and then found a snippet of news from the softcopy of the newspaper archives at the national library. The news of the accident was about Aaron Silverwhite, the son of a wealthy billionaire who married a Spanish woman. The accident killed an elderly taxi driver who happened to be passing by, an innocent victim who died from the possibility of Aaron speeding drunk with his friends and r

Hope was no longer enough. I needed answers. And I needed them fast. Sofia's Secret Decision Later that evening, while everyone believed I was resting, I quietly stepped out into the hospital corridor with my phone in my hand. My heart was beating steadily. Not from panic. From determination. I opened the browser and began searching. Private investigator. High-profile. Discreet. Dangerous. One name appeared again and again. A man known for solving cases others couldn't touch. A man with a reputation for finding the truth — no matter how deeply it was buried.

Henry's POV I’ve always been crushing on Clara’s mom, Mrs. Selina. Or “Lina,” as she insists I call her when Clara isn’t around. She’s forty-five, divorced, and has this killer body she keeps toned from yoga and chasing after her grandkids on weekends. Dark hair that falls in waves and tits that make my brain act dumb every time she hugs me hello. Clara is my girlfriend of two years; of course, she's pretty, sweet and fun, we're the same age. But her mom? OMG! Lina is next-level hot. MILF doesn’t even cover it.

“Give it up for Jade, fellas. She’s staying up here for the next rotation who’s buying the next ride?” Three men moved at once. First was a tall, lean guy in his late 20s tattooed arms, backwards cap, clearly a regular. Second was older, stocky, salt-and-pepper beard, wedding ring glinting as he tossed a fat stack of hundreds onto the stage. Third was built like a linebacker shaved head, thick neck, sleeves stretched tight over biceps. Each dropped at least five grand in crisp bills, letting it rain over Jade’s naked body. No words needed. This was Velvet Sin.