Audiobook - Summer of Deception

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Description

A college aged girl shows up for a babysitting job at a Southern plantation and encounters a Marine, his dog, and an old housekeeper.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US Midwest- Chicago, Great Lakes) North American (US South)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Rachel breathed in the moist air. The sweet smell of guardians delighted her. Swinging her thick hair behind her shoulders, she lifted the knocker and let it go. This sound broke the quietness like a pistol shot, a sharp apart from behind. Startled Rachel's already ansi nerves. She world around a great German shepherd. The size by CAF stood on the steps. She grabbed her umbrella and pointed it at the beast as if it were a sword area. Where you growling about a tall man, stepped into view from a path beside the house, shaking rain from his cowboy hat. The moonlight revealed his strong build and rich tan. He wore an eye patch and an olive green T shirt etched with the words Marines. When he caught sight of Rachel, he commanded the dog in a strong, low voice. Come Gabriel, The animal obeyed, and he snapped a leash on its collar. Sorry of this big mutt frightened you. He's not ferocious, but we don't broadcast it. And the umbrella wouldn't suffice for your defense if he wanted to attack, which he doesn't, the man chuckled. A pleasant sound in the shadows. Was he a farmhand or some kind of security patrolling the grounds. Rachel breathed easier and lowered her umbrella. She opened her lips to speak, but the porch flooded with light and the door opened. Rachel turned a gray haired woman and a wilted apron stood in the partial opening. She glared at Rachel with narrowed blue eyes that rounded as she spied the luggage. I'm Rachel York. Mr. Barrett's expecting me. Sorry I'm late. Mr Barrett. A He didn't tell me he respected nobody, especially for overnight. She frowned and pursed her lips. And I'm the housekeeper. What do you say your name was? Rachel York Not expecting me. And not just for overnight, but the whole summer. The woman opened the door wider in her eyes. Fell in the man in the shadows. Oh, there you are. Rachel glanced back at the man and dog. He spoke to the housekeeper. Miss Buzz me? Show our guests the game room in about two minutes. Yes, sir. Obviously not a farm employee or a guard. Rachel pulled her luggage into an elegant entrance hall lit by a grand chandelier. A delightful fragrance wafted up from roses on a side table. She propped her suitcase upright and proper carry on beside it. Glancing around, she tilted her chin and smiled. What a place to have a job for three months, even a nanny job.