Currently on hold. SEQUEL TO BULLETPROOF. can be read as a standalone if you want.

Dead. That's what Savannah was supposed to be. She knew for Jace to know she's alive would mean her life would be tossed once more into the throes of danger. Her love for him was undeniable, but his betrayal was something that couldn't be surmounted. All she wishes for now is to stay in the shadows. Jace is out for blood. And worse, he's coming for the very company that she's been hidden in. Savannah knows fully well she has to stay concealed right under his very being. To expose herself would make her a target once more for Ricardo. Though, with her scorned lover trying to avenge her, the risks are already on the horizon. With Jace resurfacing in her life and his baby making her belly swell, staying under the surface is easier said than done. Presenting Veiled, the sequel to Corrupt.

Book 2 -The Bruised Boxer Series With Maddison's scholarship on the line, Ashton takes up a deal, putting him at the forefront of the boxing ring. Maddie must navigate this new world dating the school's heartthrob, a spotlight she never thought she'd be ready for while battling threats that pull them apart. ******************** ©2021 Thea Caylen. All Rights Reserved. This book is only available on wattpad and/or Inkitt, if you're reading it anywhere else, it has been stolen. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or means, including photocopying, recording, electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission.

He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do. "Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake. "Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.

An age gap love story. A brokenhearted billionaire. A college girl. ***** "Nevaeh," Aiden whispers, "can I rest my head on your shoulder?" I nod, letting him rest his head on my shoulder. He closes his eyes. "Thank you." He sighs in contentment. "Heaven." "Heaven?" "It's your name spelled backward, isn't it?" ***** The moment I first saw Aiden Klein, the first thing that came up in my head was how perfect he was. A good hard working man who loves his family more than anything else, Aiden Klein has been the subject of the desire of many women. His wealth and success as one of the most influential leaders in the business world are nothing compared to his golden heart. The world keeps asking the same questions over and over again, "How would he love his woman?" The sad thing is, we will never know. Because his heart has been frozen. Eyes are blind for any woman. Touch is forbidden for their skin. Aiden Klein cannot love a woman. Yet, I know that it's far from the truth. Aiden Klein can love a woman so fiercely, his love would break you. Because I've seen it once, accidentally. He's the broken hero. And I'm the villain in this story. © Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content and explicit language)

(THIRD BOOK in the Golden Girl Series) **** "Till death do you part?" The priest finishes off with. "I do," I answer - knowing how ready I am to die with this man. *** You've been on Amber Marigold's journey since she arrived at Tygerwell. Now join the end of her journey. In the final book to the golden girl series, we level up. Bigger races. Epic fights. And much more death. It's not just Tygerwell or the country that's at risk. It's the whole world. "This has become so much bigger than us." And in the final battle of blood and loss and pain, victory is not a certainty. Good guys don't always win, because the lines between good and bad are blurred. Not everyone is going to make it out of this alive. **** "Sterling? The South? They both have a common enemy now..." he whispered. "Us," I answer.