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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

“Clara, Clara, Clara!” I yell as I skip towards her while she’s eating. She looks up from her store bought sushi and gives me a curious look. 


“What, what, what, Heather?” I simply smile as I hand her a box with a pregnancy test in it. 


“This is just another gift I forgot to give you on your birthday.” I lie and she cracks up. 


“My birthday was a month ago and I got everything my heart desired.” She says truly meaning it. 


“Well, this is a gift we are all sharing. Open it!” 


She grins as she unwraps the little ribbon, and pulls back the lid. 


“Heather this better not be a prank. I swear to Bob.” 


I can tell she’s about to start screaming soon. 


“I don’t even pull pranks, Clara. This is real.” 


Yep, there it is. Sure enough, someone is about to knock on my door complaining about the noise but I don’t care. 


“I’m going to be an aunt! And since Hansel is my twin, the baby is going to look like me!” 


Oh baby