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Love is not on Bree’s agenda as she plans a perfect Christmas for herself and her small daughter. However, the holiday is thrown into jeopardy when she’s made the target of a stalker. She is terrified. Ty is determined to convince Bree of his love and dependability, but who can she trust?
But Bree had seen him, even if no one else had. She’d rather not have had the experience, but what happened couldn’t be ignored.
That very night, she sat listening to music and reading in the upstairs sitting room while Becca did homework at a table nearby, when abruptly all the hair on the back of her neck abruptly stiffened. Absently, she rubbed the spot and went on reading. But the skin felt electrified. She frowned and glanced at Becca, bent over her paper. The child, already bathed and wearing her favorite granny gown, her bare feet swinging to some unheard beat, was writing industriously, apparently not bothered by any weird feeling.
And then, without thought, her eyes went to the window--and there was Bobby Gene. Only his face showed against the black of night, appearing to be a floating apparition. The rest of him wasn’t visible. He grinned like he’d put her in her place again and was about to assume control. Then, while she was still frozen with horror, he sank slowly from view and was gone.
For all of three seconds Bree didn’t move, and then she leaped from the chair and ran to the window. Her book clattered to the floor and the earphones were torn from her head. The window was locked, of course, and she could see nothing against the dark backdrop of night. Her heart clubbed in her chest and she was short of breath. They were on the second floor! Had Bobby Gene sprouted wings? Could she really have seen him? It couldn’t have been her imagination. His face had been life-sized, grinning with that arrogant smile she hated.
Becca watched, frowning, from her chair. “What’s wrong, Mom?”
So much for sparing Becca. If Bobby Gene was peeping at them through windows, the child had to be aware of the possible danger. Bree swallowed twice before she could say the words.
“I saw a--something, someone--at the window. It’s gone now, but I’m going to call the police. He can’t get in--everything is locked up for the night--so you don’t need to be afraid.”
Becca’s eyes had gone as round as a CD. “But you’re afraid, Mom. I can tell.”
“I was surprised. That’s all.” She struggled to keep her voice steady and reached for her cell phone on the table.
Kenny and a deputy were there in minutes. “You and the girl stay in the house,” he said, “while Heck and me prowl around out here. I don’t want the area contaminated by more footprints than are already there. Just stay inside and I’ll come tell you what we find.”
So, over protests, she tucked Becca into bed, assuring her there was nothing to be afraid of with two big policemen outside, left the hall light on, and then paced the floor and waited. She’d rather be outside, where the action was, but she’d do what Kenny said.
When she was about to begin gnawing on her knuckles, Kenny came in stamping the snow from his feet. He pulled off his gloves and asked for Grandpa.
“He’s upstairs, asleep. Should I wake him?”
“No, I guess not. And your little girl?”
“Becca’s in bed. I doubt she’s asleep, but I tucked her in a while ago. She didn’t see anything, though; she was doing homework. She couldn’t help you.”
He nodded. “Don’t disturb her. I can always talk to her later if I need to.”
Bree tucked her hands into her pockets. She was shaking. “What did you find?”
“He isn’t very smart, Bree. He stole a ladder from your neighbor’s garage--we found the tracks in the snow where he dragged it over here--and set it up to peep in the lighted window. He simply crawled up the ladder, did his peeping, and crawled back down. He dragged the ladder back where he got it and left the area. We lost his footprints when he hit the street.”
“But he would know you’d see his footprints. He’s not stupid, Kenny. Unless he’s strung out on something” she qualified with a shrug. “Then, he’s liable to do anything.”
“Maybe he doesn’t care. Maybe he’s so confident we can’t find him that he thinks he’s invincible. He certainly has a different agenda than most peepers.”
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, three books of daily devotions for the religious market, as well as a multitude of columns/stories in 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 nine 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
Book Publisher: Wings ePress
No. of Pages: 223
Paper Weight (lb): 10.6
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