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She was wrong when she thought that escaping was the hardest thing she would ever do. It was surviving after the fact. Darkness and danger lurk in every corner. Finding a way to light her path seems to be infinitely difficult. Hope Matthews is trying to make her way through a world after the terror and tragedy she has faced with her friends by her side. However, are they truly her friends? Or has she been deceived this entire time? Hope must find her strength and discernment if she is ever going to survive the victimization she has faced. Joe Clemmons cannot seem to figure out his place in Hope's life and struggles to maintain a proper relationship with her. However, the more that he struggles to be true to himself, the more distant he becomes - until he runs the risk of losing her completely. He is faced with the decision of following his heart or following the recommendations of others. Neither path is easy, but love never is.

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers LLC
Date de parution	29 mai 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781645752127
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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The Blue Scarf
Colors of Plumeria-Book Two
Nicole Lynn Snyder
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-05-29
The Blue Scarf
About The Author Dedication Copyright Information © Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22
About The Author
Nicole Lynn Snyder lives in a small town in Northeast Tennessee with her daughter and three pets. She started writing after facing a traumatic experience that forever changed her life. Writing brings her an extreme happiness she had never expected. She lives every day crunching as much time as possible with her daughter, who brings light to everything she does. She lives each day like it is an adventure, never taking for granted the blessings she has received.
Dedication
To the brother who inspired me.
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Nicole Lynn Snyder (2020)
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Snyder, Nicole Lynn
The Blue Scarf
ISBN 9781645752103 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781645752110 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781645752127 (ePub e-book)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2020906266
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Chapter 1
His entire world had been flipped upside down, and he did not know which way was up anymore. To think that a mere six months ago he had just been going about his job, having newly graduated from the academy. He was surprised when he was put immediately on undercover detail. A woman and her story had caught his eye. The pallor to her face was what caught him first, then he saw her eyes and thought, Wow, what a beauty . It was when she held up a picture of her daughter that he literally felt like he was struck by lightning. She had simply stood there while the chief of the local law enforcement division had talked about runaways. He had seen the pain on the woman’s face. She clearly did not believe that her daughter had run away.
It was the emerald green of the eyes and the mirth around the edges that stole his breath away. He had decided then and there, sitting in his boxers on his couch in the house he hated, that he wanted to know who these women were and why the daughter was missing. He had watched as the Chief spoke. It was as he had glanced back to the woman standing there with a picture of her daughter that he caught what had seemed to be a quirk on the lips of the Chief. Certain that he had been seeing things, he had started paying more attention to the facial features of the Chief as he spoke. He had not been mistaken. The man quirked his lips, almost as though he had been smiling. Certain he was wrong, surely, of all people, there was no way the Chief was somehow involved in this girl who was missing, he started researching the case.
He had started following the mom soon after. Following her, wondering if there was any ill intent on her part. He knew that she had already been thoroughly investigated, however, he wanted to get a better feeling of what was going on. He had no idea she was aware of his presence or that it brought her comfort until months later. He heard the mom, Faith, was going to be able to speak at a press conference and had pulled strings to be up there when she did. He was certain that some of the officers and definitely the Chief was involved with something having to do with all the young women who had gone missing. He, by then, was already visiting the brothel and knew that Hope was one of the women there. He fought with himself every time he went in, to just get her out. Superiors were telling him no, he could not blow his cover. They needed to know who was leading this ring.
It was at that interview when he saw the Chief try to pull back Faith, and in response he had held the Chief back, that his suspicions were confirmed. He had been pulled away by his supervisor after he had held the Chief back from her. He had driven by her car shortly after to see her slumped over in her front seat. Calling 911, he pulled her from her vehicle.
“Joe!” He was pulled from his memory at the sound of a voice. Hope’s voice. The young woman who had gone missing all those months ago, who was now the crux of why he was dwelling on the past so much recently. Getting up from the couch he was sitting on in the living room, he made his way to the base of the stairs.
“Hope, did you need something?” he yelled. The sound of footsteps rushing across the bedroom floor hit his ears. He realized that she must be getting sick again. Resigned, he made his way to the kitchen to grab a glass of ice water. Moving slowly, he made his way out of the kitchen and up the stairs. At the bedroom door, he waited for the sound of the toilet flushing before making his way into the room. He had gotten used to seeing Hope coming out of the bathroom and not wanting him there. Today, he decided to not to be so conscientious and to wait for her to come out. When she did not come out, he slowly made his way to the bathroom.
As he got closer, the sound of sobbing reached his ears. It seemed all Hope did these days was cry. Figuring it was something simply having to do with the pregnancy she had sprung on him, he walked into the bathroom. It was then, his eyes were met with the sight of blood. Immediately, he rushed to her, looking for the source of the blood.
“Hope! What happened?” Joe asked frantically. He wanted to touch her, move her, do something to find where she was bleeding from, but could not do so, for fear of her becoming angry. They had not so much as had a whisper of a touch since the night he found out she was pregnant.
“Joe,” Hope gasped. “I’m okay. I just cut my hand open when I was cutting the tile for the ‘peacock’ bathroom.” She chuckled slightly at the name, Joe winced. She had been slowly fixing up parts of the house. She had selected teal and black for one of the bathrooms and he had sardonically told Henry, she was making a peacock bathroom.
“Do you need my help with it?” Joe asked. Trepidation suddenly filled him at the thought of needing to help her. He could not conceivably see a way to help her without touching her.
“If you would not mind, for some reason, I cannot look at my own blood without feeling queasy.” Hope knew that Joe was feeling worried at the thought of touching her. She missed him. Missed him like she had not even realized possible. She lived with him, and still missed him. She was not nauseous at the sight of her own blood. Simply nauseous because of the baby she carried.
“Um, yah, I can do that.” Joe responded slowly. Reaching into one of the drawers below the sink, he pulled out a towel. Turning, he watched as she stood. Looking dubiously at the toilet, she glanced towards the bathroom sink. Smiling mischievously, she turned trying to jump up onto the counter only using her left hand. Joe saw her try and reached over to help her. Placing his hands on her waist, he helped raise her to the counter. She gasped at his touch. Thinking he had injured her, he was immediately contrite. “I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Oh, you did not hurt me, Joe. Joe, I am not queasy from my blood. I am sorry I lied.” Joe looked up at Hope, pleased that she had corrected what she said. He did not think blood bothered her but was not in the frame of mind to dispute what she said. Hope was quivering at his touch. Thinking maybe she had imagined the feelings she had developed during her stay. She was vindicated with the realization that she had not fabricated the feelings. She did in fact feel this way. She glanced up to see Joe’s gaze, his eyes on her questioning. Merely quirking her lip, she said nothing as he looked at her hand. Seeing the gash across the back of her hand, he grew concerned thinking she should not be doing all this work.
“I am going to need to clean this. Are you going to be okay?” Joe questioned softly. Hope met his gaze, saw the guarded look and realized that this was not the time to bring up her feelings. He had all but told her he loved her, and she wanted to tell him so badly that she felt the same way in return but knew this was not the time.
“Yes, I will be fine.” Joe listened to her reply, seeing that she seemed to have something on her mind, but not wanting to push, he simply nodded his head in acceptance and started to dab at the gash along the back of her hand. Some parts were rather deep and seemed to be the cause of the blood on the floor of the bathroom. Hope saw him glance at the blood on the floor and was embarrassed. She attempted to pull away as she spoke. “Listen, I am sorry. This is not something you need to be troubling yourself with. I can take care of it and clean up this mess as well.”
“You will do no such thing. I’ve got it Lit—I mea