They call me Saint. Not because I save lives—because I end them. Clean.
But one bad hit changed everything. I killed the wrong mark, and now I’m the contract.
The Guild put a price on my head so high, every assassin on the planet wants a piece of it. Colleagues. Rivals. Old flames. They’re not just coming—they're already here.
I’ve got 48 hours to figure out who set me up, and not die in the process.
My name’s Saint James. And if you’re coming for me… you better bring backup.
Rebekah Sinclair writes books that bite back. Dark rom-coms. Greek mythology retellings. Wicked fae. Billionaire antiheroes. Her stories blend unhinged humor, high-stakes heat, and emotional wreckage you’ll thank her for later.
With 11 published novels (and plenty more on the way), Rebekah has built a world of morally gray men, stabby women, and plot twists that hit like a betrayal kink. Whether you’re into serial killers with soft spots, gods who fall too hard, or fae realms soaked in shadow, there’s a love story in her lineup that will ruin you—in the best way.
Off the page, Rebekah is a single mom to five wildly chaotic kids and four fur-babies (two cats, two dogs, all equally dramatic). Writing started as her escape. Now it's her full-blown career, complete with exclusive covers, spicy book boxes, and signings where readers show up wearing eyeliner sharper than her plot twists.
When she’s not writing, she’s probably hiding from her kids in the pantry, pretending to be brainstorming.
Welcome to Rebekah Sinclair’s world. The spice is high. The stakes are higher. And no one makes it out emotionally intact.