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Jonathan Winters was good looking, charming and a Manipulator of Energy or an M.O.E.. Hope witnessed first hand, how he manipulated women into having sex, and almost got caught in his energy web herself, but got out before it was too late. Jonathan, however, has designs on Hope and will stop at nothing to get what he wants, her.

Now it was time to turn the tables on him.

With the help of Judy and her psychic friends, Hope arms herself with tools to take him down. Dressing in various disguises, Hope and Judy set out to stop him, only to find out he has a faceless friend who is involved with him as well.

Judy and Hope soon realize that taking Jonathan and his friend down isn't as easy as it seems, especially when danger is lurking around the corner and Jonathan is in hot pursuit of Hope.

Will Hope fall prey to Jonathan's M.O.E. ways or worse?

Find out if the women succeed at catching the bad guys one more time.

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Women Sleuths

Detective

Mystery

Fiction

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Publié par	eBookIt.com
Date de parution	23 mars 2015
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781456624552
Langue	English

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M.O.E.

Linda Blum

©2008 Linda Blum All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without written permission from the author. Except for brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.
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ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-2455-2

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This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, places and dialogue are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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Blum, Linda
M.O.E./Linda Blum

I. Title.
PS8603.L84M67 2009 C813'.6 C2008-908140-4

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Chapter 1
“Get your hand off my boobs!” Hope exclaimed.
Judy heard her friend’s shriek and came running over to see what was going on. When she got there she noticed Hope standing beside the fruit tray with her uncle, who had his hand on her chest.
“Uncle Leo what are you doing?” Judy asked horrified.
“I’m so sorry,” Leo apologized. “I was going for the melon tray...” He let the sentence hang.
“Well these are not melons,” Hope said removing his hand.
“No, they sure don’t feel like it. They’re softer more supple,” Leo said wistfully.
“Uncle Leo!” Judy scolded.
“I’m sorry, I can’t see very well,” he said then took off.
Her uncle's eyesight had been failing due to the onset of cataracts and at times he used this as an excuse for his unruly ways.
Judy turned her attention to her friend. “Are you all right?”
“I guess,” Hope said in an uptight voice.
“I’m sorry about my uncle,”
Judy said. “Next time slap him hard.”
“There better not be a next time,” Hope warned.
“I wouldn’t count on that,” Judy said dryly.
Just as the words came out of her mouth, the sound of a shriek resonated through the room. When Hope and Judy looked over, they saw Uncle Leo with his hand on some woman’s ass.
“See I told you,” Judy moaned.
“What’s with that man?”
“I don’t know.”
Hope was surprised to find Judy’s uncle at her family Christmas party. It appeared that Uncle Leo was dating Hope’s aunt Myrna. The two were an odd pair considering Leo was a fun loving, blind as a bat, horny guy and Myrna was a miserable, negative person.
Looking around the room Hope shuddered. Most of her relatives were miserable, negative lots that made people’s lives a living hell. The strange thing about them was they seemed to marry nice people. It always baffled her why good people would want to marry and procreate with them. What made matters worse was these desolate people outlived their significant others, which brought to mind the saying, only the good die young. She knew what that was like because her father died young while her miserable mother kept going.
“Hope, what are you wearing?”
Speaking of her mother.
“A dress, what does it look like?” Hope said sarcastically.
“Whatever it is, you look like a slut.
Hope had noticed this little black satin dress in the window at Fran’s Fashion and thought it would be perfect for her family Christmas party. She should have known her mother would not like it.
“Like I care what you think,” Hope shot back.
“Well you should. You look like a prostitute.”
“Maybe that’s the look I want. After all, prostitutes make good money and have fun while doing it,” Hope said mockingly.
Her mother glared at her before storming away .
“That went well,” Judy commented .
“Remember how I told you if I turn out like any of thes e bastards that you can shoot me?” Hope commented.
“Yeah.” “You don’t happen to have that gun handy, do you?”
“Sorry, it’s against the law to carry.”
“Too bad, I could have taken pot shots at my mother.” Judy laughed.
“Aren’t you glad you came?” Hope asked as she sipped on her drink.
“Your family functions are about as much fun as mine.”
“I wouldn’t call this a function. It’s more like a torture chamber,” Hope muttered.
“Are you wearing the hematite necklace I gave you?” Judy asked.
Hope pulled it out from under the top of her dress. “Right here.”
“Is it helping?” Judy asked.
Hope shrugged. “I didn’t slug my mother just now, so I guess it is.”
Judy laughed. She had heard hematite was good for transforming negative energy and protecting whoever wears it from negative influences.
“I’m starting to wonder if I should have given you an outfit made of the stuff instead of that puny necklace,” Judy commented dryly.
“That might have worked better with this crowd,” Hope sighed.
Judy heard the strain in her friend’s voice and knew she was feeling the effects of being around her family. It was hard not to be brought down by this negative bunch. “How about I get you a drink?” Judy said noticing her friend’s drink was gone.
“Make it a double,” Hope replied.
After Judy left, the conversation Hope had with her mother replayed in her head. he could still feel the sting of her words and tried not to let them bother her. At times like this she wished her father were still alive. He had a way of keeping her mother in line. Now that he was gone she ran amuck, not caring what she said or did.
This was par for the course since all of her mother’s relatives were like that. They would steamroll over you then had the audacity to turn it around so that they were the victims not you.
“Hey Hope.”
She cringed at the sound of her brother’s voice.
“Hi Sid.”
“I heard you and Mom had a fight.”
“We did?” Hope questioned.
“She said you got your nose out-of-joint when she gave me Dad’s school ring and that you weren’t coming over for Christmas.
Hope felt a stab to her heart at his comment. She didn’t know that her mother had given her dad’s ring to Sid. Everyone in the family knew that ring was supposed to go to Hope. As for her being mad and not coming to Christmas, this was news to her.
As she looked at her brother she saw a sadistic gleam in his eye. She learned a long time ago that Sid was a walking personality disorder who loved to stir up trouble where he could.
“Have you taken your medication today Sid?” Hope said sardonically.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Just then Judy showed up with some drinks.
“How’s it going Sid?” she asked, handing Hope a plastic cup.
“Fine,” he answered absently.
“He’s more than fine,” Hope interjected. “He’s doing great now that he supposedly has dad’s ring.”
Judy looked on in confusion. “I thought you were supposed to get the ring.”
“Well according to my dear brother, my mother gave it to him.”
“Why?” Judy questioned.
“Good question. Why did she?” Hope asked.
“I don’t know. Ask Mom,” he answered.
Hope noticed his lack of eye contact and knew what had happened. Sid had made no qualms of letting everyone know that he should be the one to get Dad’s ring, and probably convinced her mom of this as well.
“I think I will,” Hope said as she strode over to her mother.
Her mother was talking with her sister Millie when Hope arrived.
“Hope, how nice it is to see you,” Millie said with a smile. “I love your dress.”
“Thanks,” Hope said eyeing her mother.
“It shows off her figure nicely,” her mother commented.
Hope shot her mother a disbelieving look at her positive comment.
“Do you think I could talk to my mom for a few minutes?” Hope asked.
“Sure. I need a drink anyway.”
Once Millie was gone, Hope went on the attack.
“What was that crap about my figure?” Hope ground out.
“The dress does you justice, in a slutty way.”
Hope felt ready to explode.
“What is it you want to talk to me about?” her mother asked.
“Sid told me you gave him dad’s ring. Is it true?”
“Yes.”
“Dad wanted me to have it.”
“The ring was made for a man not a woman.”
“So?”
“So, it made sense to give it to Sid.”
Hope wasn’t a materialistic person, but this ring was important to her. It belonged to her father, a man she truly loved.
“You are such a bitch!” Hope seethed.
“Watch your mouth young lady,” her mother warned.
“By the way, Sid said you told him I wasn’t coming for Christmas this year.”
“I did no such thing,” her mother retorted.
“Well guess what? He was right. I won’t be there.”
“You will be at my place on Christmas day,” she ordered.
“Like hell.”
Hope stormed away before she could hear her mother’s outburst. Judy caught up to her friend.
“Are you all right?”
Hope couldn’t talk as the tears streamed down her face. Judy took her to a quiet corner to talk.
“I take it your brother wasn’t making things up this time,” Judy commented.
Hope nodded.
“It doesn’t make sense. Doris held onto that ring for ten years knowing that it was to be given to you, but instead she gave it to Sid. Why?”
“For years I’ve bugged her for that ring. At first she used the excuse that I was too young. Then she told me that she needed to get it sized. I realized after awhile that this was some sick game to her and she relished in the power of it all. After awhile, I gave up asking. I thought that if I showed disinterest in it that she would give it to me,” Hope said.
“Well it did just the opposite,” Judy remarked.
“Did it ever?”
“Why don’t you have Rick talk to Sid for you? I’m sure he can convince him to give you the ring,” Judy said.
Hope shook her head. “I try to keep Rick as far away from my family as possible.”
“So you decided to invite me instead of him to torture me. Gee thanks,” Judy joked.
Hope