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Word count of the novel: 104,492 (Approximately 11,2 finished hours)
You will find in this job post a script with two small pieces present in the novel; one from Abby's (female character) point of view and the other from Reaper's (male character) point of view. Please apply to this job by sending your audition of this piece.
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Thank you! 2017-05-26 09:20:13 GMT 2017-05-28 10:00:00 (GMT +01:00) Amsterdam, CopenHagen, Madrid, Paris, Vilnius Yes (click here to learn more about ) Closed 0 0 0 direct invitation(s) have been sent by the voice seeker resulting in 0 audition(s) and/or proposal(s) so far. Voice123 SmartCast is seeking 10 auditions and/or proposals for this project (approx.) Invitations sent by SmartCast have resulted in 0 audition(s) and/or proposal(s) so far.
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Abby's Point of View
I sucked in the cigarette, needing it more now. Just stay strong, Abby. Just stay strong.
“Yeah,” I tilted my head to look at him. “Aren’t you?” I looked at him with his tee shirt, leather vest, and jeans, as well as big steel-toed boots. I was hot and I was in a dress. Suddenly, I felt like a complete fool for even saying it. Clearly he dealt with the heat better than I.
“Nah. It’s always hot where I am.”
Well, that answered my thoughts. I handed him back the cigarette. “I have a feeling it’s going to be like that here too. Much to my disgust.”
“What? Do you hate the heat?”
“Yes. Who likes sweating twenty-four seven?” Seriously. I couldn’t be the only one to think that. He shrugged his shoulders, clearly not sharing my point of view. “You’re strange.” I shook my head, my blonde hair whipping around.
So now here I was. Finally reaching a situation Reaper and I had been heading for since he saved me.
Withdrawing my feet from the pool, I got up. My eyes slowly scanned his muscular body till I reached his eyes.
They were set on my face. One move, that was all I had to do to make this happen.
Would he take charge once I took the dive?
Going up on my tippy toes, my lips brushed his and just as I hoped, he took charge. Lifting me off the ground, he wrapped my legs around him and suddenly I wasn’t breathing air. No, I was breathing Kade. We traded long, deep kisses as he walked us towards a room.
Was I making a mistake?
Would I regret this?
I don’t know. But it felt so darn right. So I didn’t fight the need to cling to him tighter, or kiss him firmer.
I just didn’t care.
Reaper's POV (End of the second book. We thought it’d be a good piece to audition for his voice)
Kim swung the door open wide and looked at me. “Abby was sitting there; they smashed this in, and then they took her. Do you understand me, Reaper? THEY TOOK HER!”
Cold. I was going cold. My heart was racing. She was gone. Someone had taken her. Someone had taken my wife. Someone had taken the mother of my son. Who the fuck dared touch her!
“Did you see what they looked like, Kim?” Trigger was calmly at her side.
“No, they had masks on. The police got them on camera.” Kim pointed to the station. “But that’s it. She just kept telling me to look after Tyson.”
“Brad, call the Northern charter, Southern charter. Get men here. Trigger, get over to the station and view the video, get what they have on the plates.” Roach took over the situation.
“There wasn’t any plates,” Kim said. “I noticed that as they pulled off in a white jeep.”
“Take Tyson.” I handed him over to Kim. She opened her arms up for him.
“And where are you going?” Roach’s hand fell on my shoulder. “Time to think smart, boy. Who would take her?”
“Jacobs. He must have followed me home.”
“No, actually, I don’t think he did,” Kim piped in, a look of amazement on her face. Like she finally just realized something. “A while back. Abby was approached by someone called Jacobs. He knew her. Abby thought it was weird. When she asked me about it, I didn’t really think much of it.” Maybe it was him. Jake is a nickname for Jacobs, right?
So I couldn’t find the bastard because he was here stalking my wife!
This couldn’t be happening. How could everything go from so perfect to being completely fucked up? Abby was gone. My wife was missing.
Tyson was crying. Kim was rocking him. He wanted his mom. He needed his mom.
And fuck it, so did I.
My hand ran over the broken door. This was the final thing she saw, and I wouldn’t let it be the last.
“Reaper, where are you going?!”
I walked around the car that was meant to protect my wife. I left the people that were clinging to strings to get her back and headed for my bike.
“REAPER, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?”
I turned back to face them. “Doing the only thing I’m good at: Being the fucking Reaper.”
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