2017 Audiobook Demo

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More audiobook demos, including those with accents, can be found on my website. The link is in my profile but it won't let me put it here.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

North American (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
just another second, her heart whispered. Keep your eyes closed and memorize this. Before she lost every shred of strength she possessed, she pushed at his chest, leaning away from him. I have to go, she said, standing up quickly, before she lost her will. Come on, stay for a few more minutes. I won't kiss you again. Her eyes burned and she blinked them toward off tears. Today was perfect. She swallowed the lump in her throat. He sat back on his heels, looking down and nodding. Well, I tried. I shouldn't keep this, she said, amazed that her voice didn't break as she held the book out to him, he finally looked at her, and that would would have been easier if he was angry with her. He wasn't. Instead, hey smiled his beautiful lips tilting up just enough to soften his face and break her heart a little more. Yeah, you should. I got it for you. For luck, Preston. Good luck on Tuesday and lease. You're going to be great. No, he says forcefully. Confused. I say, No, that's right. No, Campbell Stevens, you are not breaking up with me. That's not an option here. I laugh bitterly. Believe me, it is because I am. Now where is my damn purse? I need to get out of here. Not until you tell me why you were doing this. Tell me what happened. Her once. Let me in. You want to be let in, Deacon? Fine. Do you want to know that I was raped when I was 18? Do you want to know that the assholes friends stood by and watched as I begged them to help me. How about the pain, Deacon? Do you want to know how much it ******* hurt? My tears fall steadily and my voice gets softer. Do you want to know that? I'm afraid all the ******* time. That night ruined me. I used to be someone Deakin. Someone was value. I was smart. I worked hard. I was a good person. I saw him into my hands. I used to pick Tekin, but it was all taken just taken. I swallowed hard. My mouth was all of the sudden dry and my head felt dizzy. I quickly pulled my knees up to my chest and put my head between my knees. Air God, I needed air. Are you all right. He rubbed on my back and I swear my stomach flipped. Have an inhaler in my bag. He dug through my bag and handed me the inhaler, and I quickly used it. You scared the **** out of me. Are you sure you're all right? I should get back. Hold up. You need to chill for a minute. Hey! Smiled and lowered me back and I let him. I let him lay me down on a beach in the moonlight. The way he looked at me made my heart race thumping against my chest, which didn't help the breathing situation at all. I took long, deep breaths and he started to rub my back. Jace, please stop. That's not helping. I heard him laugh and I lay on my back and looked at him sitting next to me, smiling. It's really not that funny. I could be dying over here and you're laughing. He acts in short, more like one of those ogres of the Italian Renaissance off whom his contemporary Cesare Borgia was perhaps the most obvious example on another contemporary Niccolo Machiavelli. The most characteristic voice for all of them ends invariably justified means to ensure the proper maintenance of the ruler's authority. No crime was to unspeakable, no treachery to abhorrent. More recently, however, there has grown up another legend. This is the legend of the great and good man of perfectly normal physique, the fine administrator who have you been allowed. The time and the opportunity would have restored peace and good government to his realm, but who instead had been made the victim of one of the most contemptible campaigns in the history of personal defamation. His character has been blackened deliberately and systematically, while appalling crimes, of which he was completely innocent, have been laid at his door. The man he was potentially one of the greatest of English monarchs has been branded as being incomparably the violist.