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David J Antocci is a noted wordsmith,
blogger and author. His work can be read regularly on the Worcester
Telegram and Gazette website where he has spent many years writing
about the trials and tribulations of being a real life Mr. Mom.
While his first love is music, he has put down the guitar in recent
years in order to pour his passion into writing… and the gentle tap
of the keys on his laptop are much less disruptive late at night when
the children are sleeping. The ESCAPE books are his first
published foray into fiction. He lives in New England with his
beautiful wife and children.
Independently Published by David J Antocci Release Date:
June 30th 2013
After saving a
drowning man during a savage storm, Abby wakes up in a tropical
paradise in a fight for her life. She has no idea how she got there,
and notices changes in herself that she cannot explain. Haunted by
unsettling dreams of her past, she sets out to escape, joined by
Eric, who finds himself in the same quandary. Standing in their way
is a madman, and his band of willing followers, with a mind set on
murdering their unwelcome visitors. An eccentric hermit who has been
living there for years offers them refuge, but they must deny his
generosity. Escape is their only option. Yet, they discover
this deceptive paradise is harder to leave than they had ever
imagined. One mystery leads to another, until their escape
throws them into even greater danger as Abby’s frightening past
finally catches up with her. Her escape is only the beginning.
HER EYES FLASHED open with a start as
she gasped for air. Heart pounding, she reached up and felt her
moist face. Her eyes were wide open, yet she saw nothing. Blackness
surrounded her. She heard what sounded like white noise all around
her. Reaching down to feel her body, she found that her skin was
cool and wet. A blinding white light streaked across the black sky
above, forcing her eyes closed for a moment. Rain. She realized
that she was hearing rain beat down all around her.
She sat up, with
some effort, her muscles felt very sore. She felt her stomach and
thought that it seemed smaller than it should be. Odd. With another
flash of lightning, she saw waves pounding the beachhead in front of
her. Consumed by confusion, she struggled to remember where she was.
How did I get here? Through the haze, she knew one thing.
She was soaking wet and feeling a chill. She needed a place to dry
Behind her she saw
only trees and darkness. Ahead, she saw the blackness of water as
far as her eyes could focus. To her left, she spotted a cliff
jutting out of the water and up into the emptiness of the sky. There
were a number of trees pushed up against what looked like an overhang
off the side of the cliff. That’s probably the driest spot
around here, she thought. Pushing her wet hair out of her eyes
and running her fingers through it, she couldn’t help but think
that it seemed a little longer than it should. She assumed that was
because it was wet. Where the hell am I? Her thoughts were
fuzzy and she could not put the details together, as hard as she
tried. She wrapped her hair around itself in a quick ponytail to
keep it out of the way.
Still sitting on
the sand and looking around, she wondered if there was anyone else
out here. “Hello?” The crash of the waves and sounds of the
storm drowned out her voice, even to herself. “HELLO!”
Listening, she heard nothing. Wait, was that someone calling?
Looking left and right as the lightning continued to flash, she saw
no one—only empty beach for about a hundred meters in each
direction. The sand pushed up against the cliffs on the left, and
the tree line came out to meet the water on the right.
She put her left
hand on the wet sand and her right hand on her thigh to brace herself
to stand. Her right hand felt something hard and leathery. Her
fingers traced the object. If she did not know better she would say
it was a knife. Perplexed, she wondered, why would I have a knife
strapped to my thigh?
She managed to
stand, though confusion still reigned over her senses. The rain and
waves both let up for a few seconds. There it was. Someone was
definitely shouting. It was coming over the water.