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Authors: J.J. Marstead
Ace: The Brimstone Kings MC
Copyright 2016
Ace: The Brimstone Kings MC
Copyright @ J.J. Marstead
Edited by J.J. Marstead and J.J’s Beta’s
Cover design by Inked Imprints
Formatted by Formatting Done Wright
Ace: The Brimstone Kings MC is a work of fiction.
All characters, Organizations and events portrayed in this novel are products of the author’s
imagination. No part of
this story can be used for the
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Author’s Note
This is book one of the series
Stealing an author’s story is wrong, the amount of time an author puts into the story, so please retain from taking any author’s story. It’s a crime!
Acknowledgments
I would like to give a huge shout out to my hubby and my daughter who have put up with me writing; they are amazing supporters of mine. I love you both so very much. Thank you XOX
To my family and friends who have been there for me while I have been writing, thank you all so much. I’m blessed having you all on my side cheering me on.
I would like to thank my beta team for everything they have done. You guys rock! You guys truly are amazing. Thank you. Brenda Wright, Heather Reed, Anastasia Rose Steele.
I would like to say a special thank you to Amber DiGangi, you rock woman, thank you for believing in Ace and Alison.
A special thank you to Anastasia Rose Steele my PA for helping me right up till the end, between you and a mix of coffee got me through it.
Brenda Wright, my Beta, my formatter. You rock for helping me as much as you did, thank you!
Darlene Tallman helping me with editing, thank you. It means the world to me that you helped. Also Becky Jeffrey thank you!
Thank you to all the authors that have helped out with information that I’ve need and what not.
Geri Glenn thanks babe for everything you did to help me, you rock lady. For helping me with editing, LIFE SAVER! Thank you so much.
Mallory Dauphin thank you chicka for helping me out as well, you are truly awesome.
Marie James, you gave me the inspiration to write, your books are AMAZING! You are my idol, also for giving me great advice. If it wasn’t for you helping me through the whole bit, I would be totally lost, thank you so much!
And to my readers, thank you for buying the book and reading it. I know it’s hard to take a chance on a new author, and it means the world to me that you did, so thank you again.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
“Alison, you better wake your ass up if you don’t want to be late for work,” Tammy shouts from outside of my door. Man, I love my sister but sometimes I just want to slap the shit out of her.
Ugh, I look toward my alarm clock. I see it’s almost seven AM.
Shit,
I have to be at work by seven thirty. I jump out of bed and run out of my room down the hall, to the bathroom for a quick shower. That should wake me up some.
I look in the mirror while getting undressed makes me question my body. I have always hated my body. My breasts are small. Well, I have a B cup, but they’re small compared to Tammy’s DDs, which, by the way, are amazing. And, no I have not seen them. Get your mind out of the gutter. I’ve seen her in a bikini.
When I was growing up, I prayed that my body would fill out more like Tammy’s but my prayers weren’t answered. My ass is a fair size; my hair is long and a dull brown. My eyes are green, which is probably the only thing I love on my body. My eyes remind me of my mother. No my mother is not dead, she is very much alive. When I look in the mirror I’m reminded of how much I look like her.
I shower quickly. I wrap the towel around me. I run to my room, getting dressed as fast as I can. I put my hair up in a messy bun.
I head to the kitchen where Tammy is probably sitting at our small kitchen table drinking her huge cup of coffee. I have no idea how she can drink that much coffee in the morning.
Tammy’s sitting at the table as I thought, and she looks so cheery, it’s creepy. No one should be that happy in the morning. She has always been a morning person. I of the other hand… Well I’m not a morning person, if I could wake up around ten AM, I would be golden. But with work and everything, I can’t. It sucks but hey, its life I guess.
“Hey Tammy, thanks for waking me up,” I grab a cup from the cupboard. I pour the yummy goodness into the mug. I take a sip, humming as it hits the back of my throat.
“Oh no problem, you better start setting that alarm clock of yours, if you don’t you are going to be out of a job missy.” Tammy gives me a pointed look.
“Alright I get it, but I did set my alarm clock. The damn thing probably isn’t working anymore. The time works on it, but the alarm clock seems not to be working now. I will pick up a new one after work.” I check the time on the clock hanging above the kitchen table it reads seven forty-five.
“
Shit,
I got to get to work, talk to you later,” I grab my keys off the counter and I make my way to the front door. Today is going to be a long day.
I finally get to work late; I hope Joe isn’t out of his office to notice. Joe is the owner of the diner; it’s kind of weird because he’s only a few years older than me. He’s twenty-seven. He’s handsome, but I’m not even going to go there. I work for him, not a great idea, that’s for sure. Joe has always been nice; his dad retired and gave the diner to Joe after he finished up his business degree.
Joe’s dad is a real hoot. He was always bugging me about Joe and me how we should be together and blah blah, you get the story. But I’m not going to go down that road; Joe is my boss and dear friend. That’s a line you don’t cross!
I walk into the diner, I see Maureen attending to customers in her section. Joe is standing behind the counter talking to George, the cook.
I look around the diner, there’s a few couples having their breakfast together, the same couples I’ve seen for the past two months. It feels like I’ve been working here a lot longer than that.
As I walk towards the back to get my apron. Joe sees me. “Hey, Alison,” He gives me a cute little smile. That smile, I’m sure would knock any girl on her ass, but I’m used to his charm. He’s like the big brother I never had; we’ve been tight from the moment I started working here.
“Hey Joey, how are you doing this morning?” I ask with a smirk knowing he hates, the nickname I gave him the first day I started.
“God, you are such a brat, you know that, Ali Bear?” Hearing the nickname he gave me puts a smile on my face, it doesn’t bother me. I find it cute and brotherly of him to call me that.
“Oh you know you love it, Joey. Now will you excuse me, I have to get ready for work. I heard the boss is a real hard ass,” I say with a smirk, trying really hard to hold in my laughter but I fail horribly.
I don’t wait for Joe to answer, I run to the back and get my apron; I hurry to clean some tables before more customers come in.
As soon as I’m done cleaning the tables of the customers that just finished their meal, I hear the rumble of a motorcycle, but I don’t hear just one, I hear a couple of bikes.
Just hearing the sound of the rumble gets me excited. I love motorcycles. My father had one when I was younger. I remember the Sunday rides we used to take, nothing but us on the open road. It was beautiful.
I look out the window and see that there are four bikes heading toward the diner. Oh God, are they stopping here, please tell me they are not stopping here?