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When The Wind Blows
Marilyn Gardiner
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When six-year-old Gilly disappears from school, his frantic mother sets out to find Gilly, herself. She deals with unsympathetic in-laws, underworld characters she never ever, thought to meet face to face, threatening “gifts,” and frightening intruders to her home. Is it possible for Molly to fall in love with the detective under such terrifying circumstances?

As she drew into the driveway Molly could hear a radio blaring loudly. The sensation was eerie: a totally dark house and hard rock blasting as if a party was underway. She sat in the car and looked at the house. A shiver of unease quivered up her back. She wished she hadn’t insisted on coming alone. Had the Catlins gone off and left the radio on? They were more into Lawrence Welk, anyway, than this driving drumbeat that made the air quake.

Finally she got out of the car and walked up the path. Hesitantly she climbed the stairs and listened with increasing unease as the music got louder and louder, the pulse pounding like so many hammers at her head. The noise seemed to be coming from her apartment. It was from her apartment! Could one of the policemen who had stayed last night have left on the stereo?

Maybe it was Gilly! Maybe he was inside waiting for her! Hope leaped in her chest like a fish on a line and then dropped away in a sickening lurch. Gilly didn’t listen to rock. His kind of music ran to Barney and Sesame Street.

Whirling, she ran back to the car and with shaking hands grabbed the tire iron from the trunk. Wishing with all her heart she had allowed the policeman to accompany her, she climbed the stairs once more.

She tried the door. It was locked. Holding her breath she used her key and pulled open the door. How many times had she stood on that landing, juggling groceries and balancing awkwardly while trying to open the door? Never had it been as difficult as this.

All her senses strained to see, to hear, to feel. Her skin felt tight on her bones. "Hello?" she called tentatively into the darkness and then with more force. "Hello?"

No answer. She tried again, "Is anyone here?"

The music was deafeningly loud. Where was it coming from? The rooms were so dark she had a feeling of staring into a huge hole. Could someone be waiting in the dark? No, she thought, they couldn’t. The hard-driving beat would make them crazy.

Fumbling, feeling for the button, Molly tensed and switched on the light. Squinting in the sudden brilliance, she saw that the room was empty. Every hair on her arms prickled with tension. She was so frightened she was suddenly sick to her stomach, but she had to turn off the music. Had to find it and stop the terrible noise.

The stereo sat black and still in the corner, no red dot of light indicating the power was on. Not the stereo. A tape? No, a tape wouldn’t have lasted very long, and no one knew she would be coming, anyway.

Where was a radio? The kitchen. Holding the tire iron high, she made her way around the counter and gropingly picked up the tiny radio beside the toaster. It was off, but she yanked the plug from the wall anyway. Still the music jerked and pounded around the room, bouncing and skittering off the walls, boring into her head. Where was another radio? She didn’t have another radio, did she? The noise was so great she couldn’t concentrate. Oh God, make it stop. Why weren’t neighbors banging on the door or calling the police?

The apartment wasn’t that big. It didn’t take long for Molly to run through the living room, turning in a bewildered and desperate circle in the middle of the rug, trying to think where the music could be coming from, and on into the converted closet that was Gilly’s room. Not there either. It had to be in her bedroom.

At her door the wall of sound was so solid she stopped as if she had run into an oaken board. Her brain felt as if it were being scrambled. The radio had to be here. She opened the closet door. And closed it. No difference in the volume. Fearfully, she crouched and looked under the bed, ready to leap if anything moved. Nothing did.

My byline has appeared on everything from children’s literature to senior citizen fiction; from news writing to poetry, fiction and non-fiction. I have taught a successful creative writing course and been involved in a program teaching adults to read. Credits include Wings ePress, Inc. as well as a multitude of newspapers and magazines. I have placed in the top three in national contests and treasure a Writing Excellence Award from my college.

I have a loving and supportive husband and two grown daughters, who have given me a total of eight perfect, handsome and intelligent grandchildren--so says this prejudiced grandmother.

Since my first memory, music and books have been my passion. Music continues to feed my soul. I have sung in choral groups all across the eastern half of the U.S., done solo and ensemble work and am currently a member of a large chorale.

Today I have books in every room in my house, and never go out the door without reading material under my arm. With equal passion, I avoid cooking and cleaning house.

Marilyn Gardiner has done well in capturing the essence of the times, and the courage of people to find a new place to start new lives. As depicted by the title, the plot, suspense and romance, flow, not always steadily, but sometimes with a fierceness that dares readers to leave the story. Like A River, My Love, the tale's depth will hold you fast until you reach the end of the journey. -- Brenda, The Rite Lifestyle

There are good writers and there are great writers. Wings author Marilyn Gardiner definitely leads the pack in the second category. I've just finished WHEN THE WIND BLOWS and was "blown away" by this author's talent! You won't find tired clichés and hackneyed metaphors in this suspenseful, child-in-jeopardy tale about a frantic mother's heart-stopping search for her young son.

The romance is subtle and the focus is on Molly's internal struggle to unravel what is and what only seems to be, all the while trying not to fall in love with her fellow sleuth. The scenes are vivid and visual, and this reader found herself racing toward the end along with the heroine. That search being done, the next one will be for Marilyn Gardiner's next book. WHEN THE WIND BLOWS is a fabulous work! A must read for all romantic suspense fans. -- Highly recommended, Anne Carter, Beacon Street Books

Dancing Ladies: “Marilyn Gardiner has written a spellbinding story, guaranteed to keep you turning pages to see what happens next. Prepare to stay up late with this one. And don’t read it during an intense rainstorm or in a house that creaks at night.” -- J D Webb, Author of Shepherd’s Pie

"Dancing ladies is a great tale that grabs hold of the reader. I couldn't stop (reading) until the ending which left me with spine-tingling sensations. The romantic suspense in this story is stunning. Gardiner weaves a great paranormal with just the right touch of mystery. Her style of writing really kept me spellbound." - Linda L., The Romance Studio, 5 hearts.

Banjo Eyes by Marilyn Gardiner is a suspenseful tale of true love, betrayal, rejection and deception. When Lily goes back home to settle her late father’s affairs, weird things begin happening, and she doesn’t know who she can trust. This is a real page turner, right up to the shocking conclusion. -- JoEllen Conger, Conger Books Reviews

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ISBN: 1590888618
ISBN(13-digit): 9781590888612
Copyright: 2008
Book Publisher: Wings ePress
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 328
Paper Weight (lb): 13.8

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