SomedayMyGoodOleBoyWillCome

  Sometimes the perfect one is the one who’d been there forever

  Jacey Thompson wasn’t frightened of much. Serving in an elite unit called Zulu Spectre, she’d faced things most people wouldn’t be able to handle without the slightest hint of hesitation. However, the prospect of returning to her hometown was enough to make her knees tremble. She couldn’t miss the wedding of a dear friend but she would run into her first and only love.

  Derek Moser, ex-Marine, returned home to Leeburg to help his family and try to settle in to civilian life, leaving behind the nightmares. He’s shocked to discover his cousin’s best friend growing up is the same woman he’d had a one-night stand with seven years ago, he’d just not recognized her as the girl next door.

  Passion is as explosive between them as it had been that night, no matter how they try to ignore it. However, when her secret comes to light, will he forgive her? And will Jacey allow him to be her one and only, sweeping her off her feet?

  Someday My Good Ol’ Boy Will Come

  Quad Series, Book Three

  by

  Aliyah Burke

  MF, ROMANCE, EROTIC ROMANCE, CONTEMPORARY, AND INTERRACIAL

  Twisted E Publishing, LLC

  www.twistedepublishing.com

  A TWISTED E PUBLISHING BOOK

  Someday My Good Ol’ Boy Will Come

  Quad Series, Book Three

  Copyright © 2017 by Aliyah Burke

  Edited by Kat Lively

  First E-book Publication: September 2017

  Cover design by MMJ Designs

  All cover art and logo copyright © 2017, Twisted Erotica Publishing, LLC.

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

  All characters participating in sexual situations are above the age of 18.

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  Four women, strangers to one another.

  Each unique and special in her own way.

  A mistake one night unites them and a sisterhood is born.

  Their stories are as different as the card suits.

  A club.

  A diamond.

  A spade.

  And a heart.

  They are tied together by that unbreakable bond of friendship.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

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  About the Author

  Chapter One

  Can I do this? Can I go back there after all this time? Jacey’s gaze flitted to the gold-embossed invitation– a wedding invitation from her childhood best friend.

  It wasn’t like they weren’t friends anymore, it was just that… well, she hadn’t been back since the day her parents moved her out of that small hick town to the big city for bigger and better things. To improve their life, give her more of a future. Sixteen when she left, and it had been fifteen years since then. A good number of things had changed for her in that time.

  Often thoughts crossed her mind about that small town where she had grown up. Leeburg, Georgia. The years had been wonderful, most of them. Full of fun and mischief. She remembered the times she spent with Blanche, who preferred her nickname Honey.

  Her best friend.

  Blanche Honoria “Honey” Moser.

  Honey was a true southern girl, through and through. She had grace and style most women could only dream to obtain at some point in their lives. An inherent goodness that had been present the day the two girls met, at the tender age of four. Yet, she could shoot the wings off a fly at five hundred paces.

  They had been friends from the very beginning. Blanche had two older male cousins who lived with her family after their parents had passed on. Carson Dermott Moser was the younger of the two. The eldest bore the name Derek Harmon Moser; all three children were a year apart. Then there she was, Jacey Damia Thompson, neighbor and tag-along of Honey and the two older boys.

  She and Honey always wanted to be included in the boys’ stuff, forever following them in attempts to be allowed in on their fun.

  When Jacey was twelve, she’d harbored a horrendous crush on Derek who, at two years her senior, probably didn’t even know that she was alive, except to call her a brat. She’d kept her feelings to herself for four years, telling only her confidant, Honey.

  The fateful year her father moved his family to Capitol City, because of his career, Jacey had been foolish enough to tell Derek how she felt. The jerk laughed at her and told his cousin and their friends, leaving her the butt of a very embarrassing joke.

  Her eyes drifted shut as her mind took her back to that unforgettable day. She’d then decided never to be weak again. His words and his scorn haunted her, embarrassed her. She would do whatever it took to be strong, inside and out. Not need a man for anything, unless she wished it.

  Moreover, she had done just that.

  So why did the thought of returning to Leeburg fill her with more than a bit of dread? Why did the mere thought of Derek still have a hold of her?

  * * * *

  Fifteen years ago

  “Oh Jacey, I’m going to miss you so much!” Honey wailed as tears streamed down her face. Her slim arms wound around Jacey’s pudgy frame.

  “I’m gonna miss you too.” Jacey’s eyes were shedding as many tears as Honey’s blue ones. “I wish Papa didn’t have to move for that stupid job of his.”

  “Me too. Promise we will always be friends.”

  “Always, Honey, always.” She meant it too; the Mosers had become her family. Honey had gone through all that icky girl stuff with her. They had no secrets from one another. Honey had even known about her crush on Derek and how mean he had been on that fateful day. Of course the whole town knew, but Jacey had actually told Honey herself.

  “Come on, Jacey, we have to get going.” Her father’s voice broke into the young women’s embrace.

  “I’m comin’, Papa.” She sniffed, reluctantly stepping back from her friend and bravely trying for a smile. “I’m gonna miss you.”

  Honey raised her head high and smiled back. Her own daddy, known to Jacey as Uncle Frank, stood next to her and gave her a gentle squeeze before eliciting his own hug from Jacey.

  Jacey hugged Mrs. Moser, known as Auntie Ro, and that left Derek and Carson. Not having remotely looked at Derek since that day, she didn’t really want to now, but she knew that it was expected of her. To not do so would raise many questions she didn’t wish to deal with. Now or ever. She hated him for the way he tr
eated her on that day. He had obliterated her childhood fantasy, but part of her still admitted that her crush was still there and she didn’t think it would ever go away.

  The Mosers and the Thompsons were very close. It was like Jacey had another set of parents. She didn’t mind at all because she loved the elder Mosers with all her heart.

  Carson stepped up first. “Take care, runt,” he said in a gruff voice. Blond hair and brown eyes sat on top of a lean body. While not the Moser who’d snared Jacey’s heart, at seventeen he was well on his way to becoming a nice, good-looking young man.

  “Bye, Carson.” They exchanged a quick hug and she stepped back, her stomach filling with a mixture of dread and anticipation over Derek, who would soon have his arms around her.

  The eldest Moser boy stood forward next. His thick obsidian hair with its blue highlights gleamed in the hot Georgia sun, breaking her concentration. At eighteen, his body already foreshadowed the strength it would have when he finished growing. Golden tan skin shone with health, covering muscles that would only grow more impressive with time.

  “Good bye, brat.” He tugged on one curl of her afro affectionately.

  ♠

  When Jacey had approached him last month and told him how she felt about him, he’d been shocked. For a few years he had been looking at her in a different light; she was coming into her own and had begun to blossom into a very stunning young lady.

  Her medium brown skin tone shone clear with good health. Full lips, high cheekbones, and wide, expressive jet black eyes framed by thick, sooty lashes. She had not stayed slim and had begun to put on some weight, but she carried it well.

  So shocked had he been by his new feelings, he’d responded to her declaration with scorn. He mocked her in front of his cousin and their group of friends, knowing full well the story would be around Leeburg by dusk, if not sooner. It had been, and Jacey faced everyone’s sympathy at his mockery. Yet, for the next month before her family left, Jacey never showed how or if the jeers got to her, an action that made Derek like her even more if that were possible.

  His actions still shamed him as he remembered how her obsidian eyes welled up with tears at his derision, but she never wavered at his painful and cruel words. “What in the world would make you think that I could ever want anything to do with a girl like you? Hey, guys, did you hear that? Jacey here got herself a crush on me.”

  An embarrassed flush sprang up on her cheeks, but she didn’t back away. “Just thought I should tell you,” she’d mumbled before walking off to the house, ignoring the jeers and raucous laughter from the boys.

  Now she was leaving and he had to say goodbye. Reaching out, he tugged on her hair with affection as he said goodbye. “Goodbye, brat.”

  “Goodbye, Derek.”

  She wouldn’t even look him in the eye, and that cut him lower than he ever thought possible. At that moment he realized what he felt for her was love. He loved Jacey Damia Thompson. So he stepped up to her and put his arms around her.

  Timidly her arms reached around him and squeezed quickly before she removed herself, leaving him empty for the first time in his young life. Then she ran back over to Honey and hugged her one last time before climbing up into the moving van. The last he saw of Jacey was her leaning out of the window waving goodbye as the van disappeared from sight.

  * * * *

  She blinked again as she looked down at the imprinted invite that she held. She traced the white roses on the cover with lean fingers. She opened it and saw the words:

  Mr. and Mrs. Franklin Moser

  Request the honour of your presence

  At the celebration of marriage

  Of their daughter

  Blanche Honoria Moser

  To

  Mr. David Miles Turner, Jr.

  On Sunday, the Fifteenth of August

  Two thousand and Five

  At three o’clock in the afternoon

  Trinity Baptist Church

  Leeburg.

  Of course she would be going. How could she not show up? Besides, she was no longer the overweight little girl all embarrassed by her confession of her feelings to a young man. No, she had definitely grown up.

  Jacey had done well in Capitol City the two years she was there. Excelling in school, she graduated with honors. Immediately after that she joined the Marines, wanting to be strong and part of something worthwhile. Soon after, she had been recruited to an elite Marine Special Forces group and was the only woman in her particular unit. She was now Staff Sergeant Jacey Thompson.

  They were the ones called in when the others couldn’t—or didn’t—get the job done. They did it all: spying, assassinations, counterterrorism, reconnaissance, cryptology, search and rescue and more. Her team was full of true unsung heroes, for there was never any public acknowledgment for their work. Even SEALs, whom Jacey respected more than she would ever admit out loud, got some every now and then—not enough, but some. Her team didn’t. They were a ghost unit.

  In fact, if one were to look up her team they would find it classified as a special administrative unit, meaning that the team would travel all over and do “security” work on different bases. Computer surveillance and technology were their specialties, along with deciphering data. But in reality, they didn’t exist; all of their missions were classified as Black Ops. They were the best. To some they were not just the last chance, they were the only chance. They were Zulu Spectre.

  That part of her life had been kept quiet, for as a rule women weren’t allowed to do that sort of thing in the Corps. More than that, where she went and what she did when she got there was always classified. Not even Jacey’s father, who was a high ranking CIA official, knew where she was most of the time.

  There were eight members in her team, including her. When she had first been recruited Jacey had to really prove herself to the men. But sometimes, the best one for the job was a woman. Jacey had something they were looking for—a tenacity that just wouldn’t quit, a good head on her shoulders—enabling her to stay calm in any situation—and the strength to get the job done. Then there was her ability with weapons and hand to hand combat. Regardless, she was still female and it took a while for the others to think of her as a teammate and not as a woman that needed protection.

  It took a long time for trust to be gained on both sides but she rapidly proved herself more than once, and now they were a close-knit unit. They were family.

  Jacey had been in for thirteen years now and planned to retire from the Corps after she reached her twenty years. For now, at least, that was her tentative plan.

  She placed the invitation down and ran a hand through her hair. Jacey picked up her cell phone and dialed a number that, even though hadn’t been dialed in a while, was pre-programmed.

  “Moser residence.” The soft southern drawl reached Jacey’s ear. Even after all this time she still recognized Honey’s dulcet tones.

  “Congrats on yer up-n-comin’ nuptials, darlin’,” she answered back. In spite of the many years away from her hometown, Jacey’s voice maintained a small bit of the south in it.

  “Eeek! Jacey? My God, girl, how the heck are you? Where are you?”

  Jacey chuckled. “Fine. Just fine. In Washington, at Mom and Dad’s place. Honey, what’s this I hear about you tying the knot? Last time we chatted you were not really all that serious about him. When did all this change?”

  Honey’s voice bordered on reprimand. “Well, if you would call more often then you do, you would know when. Or tell me how I could get in touch with you. To make a long story short, I was wrong and changed my mind. I love David so much.”

  Jacey knew instantly that Honey’s lightly tanned hand would be settled on her hip and there would be lightning in her eyes. God, she missed her friend. “All right, all right. Just askin’. Back off the charge, General,” she teased.

  “So tell me you will be coming. Tell me you will be there with me. Please say you can come; I haven’t seen you since we were sixteen. The pictu
res you sent just didn’t cut it, they were so long ago. Please. Please. Please. Come on, don’t make me beg.”

  Husky laughter left her mouth and crossed the line. “That’s why I’m callin’, Honey. I would be honored to come to your wedding. I wouldn’t miss this for the world. Besides, I need to meet the man that stole your heart.” Make sure he’s good enough for you.

  “Oh thank you, Jace. You don’t know how much that means to me. Mom and Dad will be so happy to see you. So will the boys.”

  “I hardly doubt the boys will.” Her skin prickled at the mention of the “boys.” “But it will definitely be wonderful to see your parents again. I’ll fly in a few days early. Can I bring you anything?”

  “Just you, we have some serious catching up to do. Also, one more thing. Will you be my maid of honor?”