Audiobook narration (Ainslie Caswell)
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General) North American (Canadian-General) North American (General)Transcript
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Hi. This is Ainsley. And you're listening to my audiobook demo. Enjoy. I'm ****** Roost. The only way to get the kind of money I need right now is a attorney. And the next one with a big enough pot isn't stock home in three months. I haven't played in over a year and I don't have three months rent. Much less money for a plane ticket. Ask your parents. They just paid only legal fees. I can't ask them again. You know why they pay them, right? I'm gonna show them now and they can cash it in. Or And maybe I'm crazy Year they love you. And seeing their only daughter, who has been poster child of excellent behavior and world renowned just player get arrested and struggling is hard. They're just helping you. The only way they know how. What a reminder. Brooks Mind bubbled and thoughts began bouncing around refusing order. Yeah, I know. I've just dug a hole deeper than I know how to get out off. He sighed before stopping and swinging broke to face him. Okay, here's the deal. Ive been tutoring on top of teaching, and I know the local university has a chest club that's looking to be competitive. I'll put your name out and set up the sessions for 40 or 50 an hour a loan. You the money for three months rent. You're in it deep rookie, and I want to help. That's too much, rooster. But her heart was already relaxing, her breaths coming in a little easier. If he'd do this for her, she might actually be able to save up enough to get to stock home. Tutoring sucked in a major way. But it was practiced, too. Did Rook want to reenter the chest Tournament scene after over a year off? Nope. Did she have much of a choice? ****, no Fancy seeing you here. An imposing shadow stepped forward to block out the few fingers of sun that we're cutting through the tree branches. I lifted my hand to shield my eyes as I looked up, though I already had a pretty good idea who was standing there. That voice had struck fear into my heart every time it had caught me unaware before. Are you Alfa Beta Pi? Judging by Dustin's tone, he already knew the answer. No, I'm just here to support my friends. Some of them are Alfa Beta pi. Funny, I don't remember you having any friends. The other night there was a level of cruelty to his words that reminded me of when we were in high school. Things change. I shrugged nonchalantly refusing to be intimidated by him. You never brought my shirt back. He gazed out into the distance, though he didn't seem to be looking at anything in particular. Sorry. I forgot. I closed my textbook and began gathering my things to leave. I'll go grab it right now and bring it back to you. The sooner I checked that off my list of priorities, the sooner I'd be rid of him permanently. No need. I can see that you're studying. He glanced down at my textbook. You can bring it back to me at the next party. The next party, I quirk. Tonigh Brow. Yeah, we're having one this weekend. Alex, darling. How are you? Heard a young socialite whose name he couldn't remember. Fine. Fine. And you? Ferre? It's Fiona, the socialite said, with a little more way of irritation. But the next second she smiled and drew closer, pressing her breasts against his arm. It's so good that you came. We don't see enough of you, she said in a sultry voice surely calculated to intrigue him. I'm around, he said flatly. When Ellen looked up and saw him, she took one look at the clinging blonde and her polite smile faltered and faded away. Alex didn't waste any more time on the grasping socialite. Excuse me, he said before pulling away abruptly. He tried to get to deal in, but he was stopped two more times by business acquaintances. Meanwhile, his quarry shifted to another group, her tenacious admire er in tow. By the time he made his way to the other side of the ballroom, he couldn't see her anymore. However, the sandy haired guy was making his way out to the terrace, angry. Now Alex strode out of the ballroom after him. E. Lynn, Are you out here? The stranger called out eagerly as Alex followed him out onto the relative privacy of the terrace. Irritated, Alex looked behind him to make sure they weren't being observed before he put a hand on the kids shoulder. She's not waiting for you. I raised an eyebrow at her. So what? You're pushing me to date now, not pushing, Jenna said quickly. I just don't want you toe feel like I'm holding you back. Or like she trailed off, biting her lip in blushing like, I'm some little kid who would be upset if you brought a guy home. I flushed. I wouldn't do that, I said quickly. There is no way I'd bring someone home without telling you about it first a while. Then what? Why are you dating? I shrugged because I don't want Teoh. I said honestly, and it was true. I didn't. Why not? Boston is full of hot guys, Jenna said. I'm just not interested. I replied. Why not? Are you a sexual or something? I narrowed my eyes and got to my feet. That's not an appropriate question to ask your older sister, I said, wiping my hands on my yoga pants. Suddenly, being home alone with Jenna was making me feel stifled. And if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to go for a long walk. Jenna kept her eyes locked on me as she reached into the bag of food and pulled out a chili cheese fry. Fine, she said, But I'll probably eat all of these by the time you get back, Knock yourself out, I said dryly. Heading to my room. I changed into a pair of athletic pants and a fitted T shirt before lacing up my sneakers. I didn't run or even jog, but sometimes I went on long walks to clear my head whenever I was feeling particularly frustrated. And though I couldn't put my finger on why Jenna's comments had bothered me, they definitely had. Of course I'm not a sexual, I thought, as I jog down the stairs of my apartment building and into the street, why would you even say something like that? But I knew how it must look to Jenna and Taylor. I'd rarely dated since college. Taking care of Jenna and working full time didn't exactly leave me with tons of room to date anyone. But it wasn't just that Taylor had worked two jobs for a while, and she'd still had a boyfriend. I knew then that I hadn't avoided dating because I didn't like men. I'd avoided dating because I didn't like the idea of casual relationships. I didn't want some kind of casual relationship that ended with sloppy sex and a failed promise of becoming serious. I wanted love