Audiobook Narration - Mystery

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Description

This is a sample of an upcoming audiobook by Cate Dean, soon to be available on Audible and iTunes. It features some dialect work, with characters speaking General US, London, and RP accents.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

British (England - Cockney, Estuary, East End) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC) North American (US General American - GenAM)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
few minutes before opening and the tour group that had just arrived milled around outside. Some of them peered in through the window, and she smiled at the eagerness on their faces. She loved her life. At two minutes before 10 she moved to the front door, unlocked it, pulling it open. Welcome to the ash leaf. People swarmed Pastor, heading to every part of the shop. She smiled. A Grace Nightingale, Spencer's girlfriend and the group's tour guide. A big crowd. Today we're running an antique lovers toll. Grace adjusted the gorgeous blue and green silk scarf at her throat, then leaned down to listen to a tiny older woman and pointed it. Maggie, she's the expert here. The woman converged on Maggie, her grip surprisingly strong as she grabbed Maggie's hand. Have you any morning jewelry? Young lady Maggie blinked. She didn't get many requests for the morbid jewelry made with the hair of a deceased loved one. But she had acquired some from Aunt Irene and in a couple of the boxes she'd bought at boot sales. Actually, I do have some pieces. Let me show you, just point the way and I will find them the woman wanted her a mischievous smile on her wrinkled face. Eventually, Maggie steered her in the right direction, then watched her wander through the shop. The woman was so much like Aunt Irene, who had been this feisty and wickedly funny. Tears stung Maggie's eyes. Then she moved to the front window, her back to the chatting tourists. They were still in exploration in Discovery mode, and her assistant, Ashton Stewart, would be down any time to help out. I miss you entire een so much, she whispered. Maybe when Ashton appeared, she take a few minutes. Movement caught her attention, and she took a deep breath, composing herself. Pembroke Martin, the love of her life, was on his way in, and he could read her like a book. She met him at the door, a smile on her face frowning. He cradled her cheek. What does it love with the sigh? She gave up the pretense, just missing Aunt Irene, and she realized why her birthday is coming up in June. We will celebrate. Then Hugh, wonderful man. She stood on tiptoe and kissed him, not caring if every person in the shop was looking. If I told you that I love you. Let me think. He pushed his wire rimmed glasses up and tapped his chin when we woke shack after brushing your teeth. Thank you. By the way, for the minty fresh kiss. Check over tea and toast. Check. Yes, I believe you have she patted his cheek smarty pants. Well, yes. I am so happy that you happen to notice. Laughter burst out of her, drawing the attention of several tourists. Ashton to come downstairs at some point and waved it them over the group clustered around him, all of them women and all of them hanging on every word. It was going to be a profitable day. Martin's voice pulls her attention back. I actually came here to give you some news excitement shot through her. The documentary on the Yorkshire site? Not exactly. He smiled when she friended him. Let us stay alone. But it has been moved to accommodate Jeff schedule. Maggie smiled. Jeffrey Drummond Darlington, the archaeologist in charge of the dig, had an ego as wide as Yorkshire. I'm sure he just shuttered wherever he is that you using a short version of his name. Doubtless he took her hand. I've been working on another documentary, and with recent events it has been given the green light by investors we're going to document.