ArabellaCintron

*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

“Ace! Haha! Stop tickling me! I need to get to work!” I say as I kick and push him away. 


I manage to slip away from him but as I’m running through the penthouse I suddenly feel sick. 


I stop, and hold on to the kitchen counter, as a wave of nausea hits me. 


“Cupcake? What’s wrong? I didn’t hurt you did I?” He asks concerned as he walks up to me slowly, but I bolt towards the trashcan and empty out of the breakfast I ate today. I hated vomiting. The smell, the taste, the burn in my throat. 


Ace holds my hair back as I continue to vomit and rubs my back tenderly. 


“Do we need to buy a test sweetheart?” He asks me and I can here I tiny bit of joy in his voice. Could it be? Does he actually want to be a father? 


I nod unable to trust my voice as I vomit the last bit of food. I rinse my mouth off in the sink and sigh as I look down at my business outfit. It had a bit of vomit on it. 


“Oh no. My outfit is ruined. I’ll be late for work.” 


Boss man