Adonis

By Violetta Antcliff

Susan is a strong woman; not even the break up of her marriage fazed her. She just picked herself up, brushed herself off and got on with life. She has a firm belief that for every problem there is an answer. However, when she rents a cottage on the edge of the Yorkshire Wolds, she finds her motto put to the test. UFOs, a naked man who claims to be an interplanetary agent, and a dangerous escaped prisoner are not typical everyday occurrences in her life. And as she is to find out to her dismay, a cup of tea is not the answer to the strange state of affairs she finds herself caught up in.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gypsy Shadow Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Jul 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781619502635

Violetta Antcliff

Violetta Antcliff has been a member of the Nottingham Writers' Club for over twenty years. A winner of numerous short story competitions, her work was area short listed in Waterstone's Wow Factor story competition. Took first prize in Nottingham County Council short story competition with a story called "Irish Mouse Tales," which was published by Gypsy Shadow Publishing as an eBook in July of 2012. She has had her poetry and short stories read on local radio. Violetta is a prolific writer of short fiction, having written and published more than 40 short stories with Gypsy Shadow.

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Contents

Copyright Page

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

About the Author

Adonis

by

Violetta Antcliff

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Copyright © June 5, 2015, Violetta Antcliff

Cover Art Copyright © 2015, Charlotte Holley

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ISBN: 978-1-61950-263-5

Published in the United States of America

First eBook Edition: July1, 2015

Chapter 1

He stood in the pouring rain, naked as the day he was born, and Susan couldn’t drag her eyes away from him.

It had threatened rain all day; the sky had been overcast, and thunder had been rumbling in the distance for some time.

Susan hated thunderstorms; they brought her out in a cold sweat, turned her into a shivering jelly.

As a child she’d been told that the seconds between a clap of thunder and flash of lightning counted as the miles in distance to an approaching thunderstorm.

She counted the seconds between the claps and the flashes and they were getting shorter by the minute; she knew it wouldn’t be long before the storm was directly overhead.

Fork lightning zigzagged across the sky, slitting open the swollen bellies of the clouds overhead. And rain, torrential in volume, fell like stair rods on the sunbaked earth, turning it into rivulets of mud.

Sat huddled on the settee, hands over her ears, Susan sprang to her feet when a clap of thunder rattled the window frames. She had to brave the storm and check to be sure the cottage’s thatched roof hadn’t been struck by lightning and caught fire.

Grabbing a coat from the rack by the back door, she flung it over her head, turned the key in the lock and stepped outside, and that’s when she saw him.

Common sense told her she should be afraid, run inside, call the police, but common sense had left her. She couldn’t move, didn’t want to; she was overawed, spellbound.

Sheet lightning lit the sky, acting as a backdrop to the hypnotic scene. A clap of thunder finally broke the spell. Susan shook herself to regain her senses, and slowly began inching her way back to the safety of the cottage.

She had to call the police, tell them she had a stark-naked, raving lunatic stood in the front garden.