Rebekah Sinclair

I’m a prosecutor, not a killer—or at least, I didn’t use to be. Now I’m armed with a pink killing kit, a growing body count, and two crushes I can’t choose between.

I was living the dream—writing taboo romance novels, living in Seattle, and staying as far away as possible from my estranged father’s massive empire. Then, one morning, I find out my dad’s dead, and surprise—I’m now the heiress of the Caputo mafia family.

The Library of Alexandria has been lost. The truth of history has been hidden from us. The God of War rules the earth, and we desperately need a savior. Rhea has always known she was different but never imagined that her secrets would lead her down a path of danger and adventure.

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.