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*THIS IS A THREE PART SERIES CALLED ACE. THERE ARE THREE BOOKS WITHIN THIS BOOK. ONLY READ THE SYNOPSIS OF THE BOOK YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ TO AVOID SPOILERS.* 


HIS CUPCAKE:

Heather is the daughter of a pastor. She is as innocent and pure as they come, that is until she meets the troublemaker Hansel Homes, Aka the ace of spades. He's a tattoo artist, she is a dog trainer, he drives a sports bike, she drives a bug. They are complete opposites but Hansel can't resist her sweetness. Little does he know, he will fall harder for her than he could ever imagine, and she is in a world full of trouble. "Hey Heather, you know what's going on in this movie? I can't seem to focus on it." He whispers in my ear in a husky low voice that sends a chill down my spine. "Uh, I can't focus on it either, Ace." He chuckles. "Must be because it looks like you want to kiss me." I look at him surprised he read me so easily, and damn, he's right. I want this mysterious bad boy more than anything, but what am I getting myself into?


HER ACE OF SPADES:

Ace has to make drastic decisions to keep his family safe and his newborn baby. The gang is back for blood, and the Ace of Spades is not going down without a fight. They want a peaceful life for their baby, and a happily ever after... but at what cost? 


CLARA'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRET:

Clara, Hansel, and Cameron were known as the unbreakable trio all their lives. Hansel is Clara's twin brother and Cameron... well, he's Clara's dirty little secret.

His Cupcake

It’s finally Saturday and it’s Clara’s birthday. She invited me over to her apartment to celebrate with her, Cameron, Jackie, and some friends from work. She told me that Ace wasn’t coming because he had to fly to New York, but I know that’s just an excuse to not see me. 


My heart crumbles at the thought that maybe, this really is over. 


I push the thought away as I get ready. I might as well still look good even though I have no one to impress. I put on a black, shimmery, flowy dress, and some matching heels. 


I don’t ever wear heels because I’m so terrible at walking in them, but I bought these 2 years ago, and never used them. 


I look at myself in the mirror and smile a little bit. I look really good. I’d date me. I apply a little bit of makeup and head out. 


“Bye dad! Bye Remi!” I say as I passed them in the living room. 


“Bye Heather, please be careful,” Dad says waving me goodbye, as he remains focused on the tv. 


In the clouds