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Robertson Tait
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Audiobook Project
Over the last few months, I’ve been contemplating doing an audiobook of my title
Forty Love
i
n Positano
, the shortest of my books, as a way to dip my toe into the audiobook universe.I have finished the first chapter and uploaded it to Soundcloud, and I’d be delighted to hear your thoughts. You can leave me your comments right here. Thank you for your time!
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“the old and worn buildings held a theatrical magic to their fading façades. They were weathered almost by design; they almost looked like they had been lifted from some stage designer's idyllic dream for an opera setting.
The dusty, powdery ochres, terracottas, pale blues and pine greens lit by that soft morning glow; the comforting sun's ascent to its daily station, high and shining above that glorious, sparkling old city.”
― Scot Free in Hollywood
The dusty, powdery ochres, terracottas, pale blues and pine greens lit by that soft morning glow; the comforting sun's ascent to its daily station, high and shining above that glorious, sparkling old city.”
― Scot Free in Hollywood
“Och, away now, Ruari. You'll be telling us you're not knowing who that woman is next! Man, man, that's an awful affliction.” A grey-bristled, weather-beaten face beamed back at him.
“And isn't it you that's making the drives in her car at the dead of night, too?” A female voice joined in from behind the sweets jars: “Oh my, Ruari ... 'tis a terrible thing the guilt of the carnal pleasures!”
“I haven't had any carnal pleasures ... I simply got a lift home. You're terrible, right enough,” he defended himself.”
― Riding a Strong Wind
“And isn't it you that's making the drives in her car at the dead of night, too?” A female voice joined in from behind the sweets jars: “Oh my, Ruari ... 'tis a terrible thing the guilt of the carnal pleasures!”
“I haven't had any carnal pleasures ... I simply got a lift home. You're terrible, right enough,” he defended himself.”
― Riding a Strong Wind
“For the first time in a very long time, Hazel felt the swell of emotion as a man entered her kingdom and asked to be made king.
The flood of sensations was immense, and she swam in a sea of delight, happily drowning in a sensuous reawakening.”
― Forty-Love in Positano
The flood of sensations was immense, and she swam in a sea of delight, happily drowning in a sensuous reawakening.”
― Forty-Love in Positano
“For the first time in a very long time, Hazel felt the swell of emotion as a man entered her kingdom and asked to be made king.
The flood of sensations was immense, and she swam in a sea of delight, happily drowning in a sensuous reawakening.”
― Forty-Love in Positano
The flood of sensations was immense, and she swam in a sea of delight, happily drowning in a sensuous reawakening.”
― Forty-Love in Positano
“the old and worn buildings held a theatrical magic to their fading façades. They were weathered almost by design; they almost looked like they had been lifted from some stage designer's idyllic dream for an opera setting.
The dusty, powdery ochres, terracottas, pale blues and pine greens lit by that soft morning glow; the comforting sun's ascent to its daily station, high and shining above that glorious, sparkling old city.”
― Scot Free in Hollywood
The dusty, powdery ochres, terracottas, pale blues and pine greens lit by that soft morning glow; the comforting sun's ascent to its daily station, high and shining above that glorious, sparkling old city.”
― Scot Free in Hollywood
“Och, away now, Ruari. You'll be telling us you're not knowing who that woman is next! Man, man, that's an awful affliction.” A grey-bristled, weather-beaten face beamed back at him.
“And isn't it you that's making the drives in her car at the dead of night, too?” A female voice joined in from behind the sweets jars: “Oh my, Ruari ... 'tis a terrible thing the guilt of the carnal pleasures!”
“I haven't had any carnal pleasures ... I simply got a lift home. You're terrible, right enough,” he defended himself.”
― Riding a Strong Wind
“And isn't it you that's making the drives in her car at the dead of night, too?” A female voice joined in from behind the sweets jars: “Oh my, Ruari ... 'tis a terrible thing the guilt of the carnal pleasures!”
“I haven't had any carnal pleasures ... I simply got a lift home. You're terrible, right enough,” he defended himself.”
― Riding a Strong Wind
