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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

“Hansel! That was my last marshmallow!” 


Clara complains and Ace simply chuckles. 


We’re all sitting on big logs in front of a fire, Clara is cuddled up next to Cameron, and I'm laying my head on Ace’s lap as he feeds me snacks. We are near the place we got married, in upstate New York. It’s so calming out here. 


“Hey just a curious thought... Why isn’t there such thing as chocolate marshmallows?” Cameron asks as he smokes his joint. 


“Of course there’s such thing as chocolate marshmallows Cameron. We have them all the time.” She says as she takes a hit from his joint. 


“No, no, baby, those were chocolate covered mushrooms, not chocolate mushrooms.” He corrects her, and we all start laughing hysterically. 


“We were talking about marshmallows Cameron. Why are you talking about mushrooms?” Clara asks holding her tummy in laughter. 


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