Sinclair

She offered him her heart, her trust, her everything and her soul only to face betrayal, heartbreak, and being discarded as if she meant nothing to him. Eleanor Sinclair was once a delicate, vibrant, quiet woman who loved intensely and wholeheartedly, but love caused her immense pain and regret. Married to the ruthless, wicked and influential Damian Blackwood, she suffered through his cold indifference, harsh words, and the stifling loneliness of an absent and void love. When he wrongfully accused her of infidelity and cast her away, she lost everything: her dignity, her aspirations,her goals, her life maybe and the child she was carrying. Left for dead, Eleanor faded from existence, but she didn’t die. Instead, she emerged from her suffering, forged in the fires of pain and revenge, becoming the very nightmare of the underworld. No longer the timid, weak woman pleading for affection, she returns years later, powerful and driven by a singular mission: to destroy the man who ruined her life, to kill him and burn him if possible. However, Damian Blackwood is unlike any other. Ruthless, strategic, and more dangerous than before, he never expected the woman he once threw away would come back stronger, more lethal and destructive, and beyond his reach. The moment he lays eyes on her again, he recognizes his error. She was never the weak one he was. Now, he’s determined to pursue her, plead, and break every rule to reclaim her for good. But Eleanor has no heart left to offer. Not while the fire of revenge still courses through her veins. He feels regret. She seeks vengeance. Let the pursuit begin…

*** "Hands above your head, you put them down and I stop pleasuring you," he says sternly. "Yes," I cry out at the brink of tears. "Yes, what?" he demands. "Yes, Sin," I mutter, my voice barely a whimper. Sin approaches, ravaging me. ** After stealing from Sinclair Declan Sorvino, the last thing Summer Remmington expects is to be caught by Sinclair. To save her best friends, she stays behind to keep traces off them. Sin decides to keep her for Ninety Days if she agrees to be his for that time frame, then she will be free. Summer knew this was a trap, but still, she said yes. Something that started as a pleasure connection grew into more and Sinclair craving Summer. Summer catches feelings but discovers that Sin wouldn't ever love her because he loved his face wife. Sin finds comfort in another lady than her and she thinks it is because she can't fit his taste. Sin just doesn't want to express love to another woman, especially after what happened to his last wife. Will Summer stand the test of love and make Sin see how in love she is with him and how grieving is OK? Does Sin fall for Summer? Read on to find out.

Harlyn Sage always believed she was an ordinary girl—until the night her world was torn apart. Rejected by her pack during a brutal mating ritual, Harlyn discovers that she is far from ordinary. Born from the forbidden union of a powerful werewolf and a Gaia sorceress, Harlyn is a lupomancer, a being of immense, untapped potential that threatens to upend the delicate balance between werewolves and sorcery. As Harlyn struggles to understand her newfound powers, she is drawn to the enigmatic Ethan Starrk, a primordial werewolf with a dark secret. Bound by a mysterious bite that has hidden her true nature, Harlyn's connection to Ethan runs deeper than she could ever imagine. But their bond stirs dangerous forces, igniting jealousy in Higan Sinclair, a rival alpha who will stop at nothing to claim what he believes is his.

My marriage to Lucian Hawke was hailed as the most perfect union in the mafia world. As the daughter of the Sinclair family and him being the sole heir of the Hawke family, our marriage united the two most powerful mafia families in the Northeastern. I thought we were unbreakable. Then, I was diagnosed with terminal cancer. As if life couldn’t get any worse, my husband's first love returned—on the very same day. That night, the man I’d been married to for years didn’t come home. The next morning, his voice was cold, distant. Indifferent. “I’ve got the divorce papers ready. When can you come sign them?” I hesitated, struggling to steady my voice. “I’m still at the hospital.” He didn’t even pause. “I don’t care if you're on your deathbed, Elara. Come home and sign the goddamn papers.” My heart shattered, but I refused to let it show. “As you wish, Lucian.” What he didn’t know was that I was dying—literally. A week later, at my funeral, Lucian wearing a tuxedo, weeping at my grave, whispering regrets he should have voiced when I was still breathing. Ironically, my funeral day, was also his wedding day with his sweetheart. But it was too late, my love. This time, you’ll never see me again.

Natalie Evans was the perfect wife—loyal, elegant, and devoted to her husband, Adrian Sinclair, the cold and untouchable CEO of Sinclair Enterprises. Everyone believed she was out of her league, merely a trophy wife, tolerated but never truly loved. When he paraded another woman into their home once more, she had enough. Without a scene, without a tear, she signed the divorce papers. The world assumed she was just playing hard to get, that she would come crawling back in days. Adrian believed it too. But when Natalie vanished from the social circles of the elite, only to return months later as a force to be reckoned with—brilliant, ruthless, and untouchable—she shattered every expectation. With an empire of her own, the once-mocked woman became a sensation. Those who belittled her scrambled for her favor, and her enemies found themselves falling one by one. When news spread that she was considering a new father for her daughter—something she had kept secret from the world—a storm of influential men stepped up. A genius scientist, a financial tycoon, and even a world-renowned actor vied for her attention. But Adrian wasn’t ready to let go. Cornering her at a gala, his voice was dark with suspicion. “Your child is mine, isn't it?” Natalie’s cold smile sent chills through him. “That’s none of your business. Ex-husband, step aside.” Now, Adrian would do whatever it took to reclaim what he lost, even if it meant bringing the world to its knees.

The day before our wedding, my fiancé invites our family onto a cruise ship. He says he wants to test the authenticity of my feelings for him. He shoves my mother off the ship when the waves are at their choppiest. Then, he jumps into the water, too. I'm caught between a rock and a hard place. I panic, not knowing what to do. My mother had already choked on a lot of water, but she pushed me away weakly. She cried, "Save Adrian first! He can't swim!" However, after I drag Adrian Lawson onto land and go back for my mother, I find that she's already stopped breathing. Adrian watches me cry, his expression frosty. "Drop the act. Your mother was a swimmer when she was younger—how can she be dead? I can't believe you didn't save me first. "Vi is right—you don't love me enough. Our wedding is postponed. It'll happen only after you've reflected on your mistakes and I've received an apology from you and your mother." After that, he leaves while holding Vivian Sinclair's hand. He doesn't know that my mother can no longer swim after a major illness a few years back. He's shoved her to her death.

Revenge? Is that really what I want? Or do I just want my ex-husband’s younger brother? *•*•*•*•*•* The plan was simple—marry Maverick Sinclair, give him an heir, and in return, he’d help me destroy my ex-husband, Sebastian Sinclair. One year. One child. One deal. But then again, nothing is ever that simple. Because how do I give Maverick a child… when I’m already hiding his first one in plain sight? I should tell him, so Maverick can finally take his rightful place as CEO and have his revenge against his father and brother, right? Wrong. I will protect my daughter with everything I have. *•*•*•*•*•* DISCLAIMER❗❗❗ This book contains detailed sex scenes that will leave you feeling very hot and very bothered. If you can’t take the heat and tension, then this isn’t for you. If you’re single… Well, this definitely isn’t for you. Just kidding. Enjoy!

My mate, Andrew Claude, is the Alpha of the Celestial Pack, the sworn rival of my father’s Venus Pack. For three years, we have hidden our bond, knowing that our union could either bring peace between the packs or ignite war. On Lunar Year's Eve, beneath the full moon’s silver glow, we stand on the castle terrace, whispering promises of our future. Tonight, we finally agree to perform our bonding ritual, sealing our fates before revealing our love to our parents. My wolf stirs in anticipation, her instincts urging me toward him. But then, Andrew leaps down into the grand fire-dance festival, his powerful wolf form shifting mid-air before landing in a flourish. The scent of burning pine and roasted venison fills the air, warriors howling in celebration. The pack’s bonfire crackles with enchanted flames, casting shadows of prowling wolves against the towering stone walls. I watch from above, heart pounding with joy—until my smile fades. In the heart of the revelry, Carol Sinclair, an Omega maid, clutches a bundle of enchanted fireworks. Andrew strides to her, a warm, easy grin on his face. With a flick of his fingers, golden flames dance from his palms, sparking the firework in her hands. "A little fire magic to help you, Carol," he chuckles. She gasps in admiration, giggling as the firework ignites—only for it to spiral out of control. It veers wildly, the enchanted embers lashing through the air. Searing pain blooms across my arm. The stench of burning flesh fills my nose. I barely react before Carol bursts into tears and flees into the crowd. Before I can speak, Andrew turns on me, his golden eyes flashing with rage. The onlookers fall silent, ears twitching to catch their Alpha’s words. “Did you bully her, Bella?” His growl rumbles deep in his chest. “Just because you’re an Alpha’s heir doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want!” The warriors glance at each other, their tails stiff with tension. I stagger back, stunned. He doesn’t even ask if I’m hurt.

“You're a long way from safe, Miss Allard,” he whispers, his fingers tracing the strap of my bra until I shiver. "If you want to turn around, I’d suggest you do so now.” I stare up at him, watching as his dilated grey eyes dip to my cleavage. “Where will I go, Mr. Sinclair?” I ask, pulling him closer until our lips are inches apart. “Where can I go that you won’t find me?” **** 24 year old Ava Jade Allard has a few problems, but like most issues, there’s nothing a little money can't fix. So when Ava attends an art show to sell a few of her paintings to some of the richest, high-society members of New York, she’s sure she can kill two birds with one very rich stone. In and out, just like she hoped. But New York seems set on eating Ava whole, and as one mess leads to another, she finds herself in the arms of Billionaire Leonel Sinclair, a ruthless CEO who is still dealing with the consequences of a scandal he was entangled in 4 years ago. Now more desperate than when she started, Ava reluctantly turns to this stone-cold, terrifying, but somehow insanely hot Billionaire to help her set right what was wronged 4 years ago, while somehow doing the same for him, and with one contract marriage, Ava signs away her single status, anonymity and possibly her soul. Will this contract fix the manytraumatic wrongs of her past, or will Ava crumble under the weight of her grey-eyed, stoic CEO, whom she seems less and less able to keep her body and heart away from with each passing day? What happens when Ava agrees to these reckless vows and emerges as the Billionaire’s Bride?

On my birthday, I personally prepare 16 dishes. After setting up the candlelight, I open a bottle of red wine. I take a photo and send it to my husband, Eric Sinclair. "I'm working late tonight. Don't wait for me," he replies. I choose to believe him. But after midnight, I notice an Instagram story posted by Shirley Huxley, his secretary. Eric was there with her, dressed in the trench coat I once gave him. They sat side by side in the VIP seat of football stadium where my favorite Super Bowl take place. Entwined in a passionate embrace, they kissed beneath a sea of shimmering lights and the roar of thousands of fans. That game is the one I have always longed to experience with him. I look down at the cold food on the table. Eric's words keep ringing in my head. "I hate kissing." "Marriage is a partnership, not about love and kisses." Though we've been married for ten years, we've never shared a single kiss. Meanwhile, he's out there, kissing Shirley openly and passionately. Despite it all, not a single tear falls from my eyes. The next day, Eric settles into his chair, completely unfazed. "Return the gallery to Shelly," he commands. I nod quietly, saying nothing. Suddenly, Layla Sinclair, my daughter, comes running down the stairs and throws herself into Shirley's arms. "Aunt Shirley, you're my favorite. I don't like Mom!" In that instant, it hits me—the home I devoted my heart and soul to means nothing anymore. It doesn't matter that I've been married to Eric for a decade. Now, all I want is to find myself again. I decide to accept an invitation from the Parisoir School of Fashion Design. From this moment on, I won't wait for them to come home, and I won't look back.