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Kellie is a voice actor, receiving training from the Actors Training Centre of Manitoba. The voice samples provided on the site were produced by Da Capo Productions in Winnipeg, Manitoba. Kellie narrates audio books for Romance Divine, The Killion Group, and is available for hire on a contract basis. To inquire about hiring Kellie for voice over work, please use the contact form and specify your request in the subject line.
What inspired you to write your book?
I wanted to give people going through a divorce hope that the future would be better if you kept an open mind and took a chance on something new.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“This is a what?”
Chelsea Hunter couldn’t believe her ears. An island resort dedicated to entertaining people’s sexual pleasures? This wasn’t what she had in mind when she accepted Kim’s trip to the beautiful Caribbean locale as a gift. What the hell would people think if they found out she’d come here?
“I assure you that you’re in the right place, Ms. Hunter,” the blonde behind the reception desk told her.
Chelsea struggled to look anywhere but at the receptionist’s chest, whose gigantic breasts spilled out of her red string bikini. Chelsea slapped her palms on top of the desk. “There must be a mistake. A room has been reserved for me at Paradise Resort.”
“This is Paradise, baby,” drawled a deep, smooth voice from Chelsea’s left.
Chelsea turned, only to struggle again with where to look. There stood one of the most gorgeous men she’d ever laid eyes on. She’d guess him a couple inches shy of six feet, and his perfectly sculpted body made her stomach back flip. Close cropped dark hair, midnight eyes, broad shoulders and chest without an ounce of body hair, tapered waist, and—Whoa. A zap of lust zinged straight to her core, and she dropped her gaze to his muscled thighs. That couldn’t be real. Maybe his Speedo made it appear larger. She flicked another quick look. Damn…Wet heat rushed between her thighs.
Bringing her gaze back up to his face, she flushed at the amused sparkle in his eyes. She braced her hands on the reception desk. Her wedding ring twinkled, a bittersweet reminder as she leaned forward.
“There has to be some mistake,” Chelsea pleaded. “I’m at the wrong place.”
The kind smile offered by the buxom blonde did nothing to ease her distress. Her eyes widened as the receptionist leaned over to slide the paperwork to her, giving her an eyeful of pert nipples.
“There’s no mistake,” the blonde insisted. “You’re scheduled to be here for five days.”
Panic stuttered in Chelsea’s chest. “I need to leave,” she squeaked.
“No one wants to leave Paradise. And when they do, they always come back.” The man’s casual pose against the desk made him look like something from a hottie calendar. Chelsea resisted the clichéd urge to fan her face.
Her gaze strayed down to his package again like a magnet attracted to its polar opposite. Men like him had to be a myth. She must’ve hit her head, and would wake up soon to find this all a dream. The wet spot in her panties suggested otherwise.
“Well, let me be the first,” she muttered. “I’ll take the next ferry when it arrives.”
“The next ferry will be back to bring everyone to the mainland in five days when you’re stay is up,” Ms. Perky Boobs stated. “That’s how it works here. We book everyone in for a specific amount of time. Our location stays private that way.”
“Ms…?” Chelsea asked. It’s not like the girl had room for a nametag with that barely-there bikini.
“Right,” Chelsea drawled. Candy. I just bet. “Candy—surely there are supply vessels or something. Can’t I leave on one of those?”
Candy smiled—like one does at a lost child—which irritated Chelsea to no end. She wasn’t a kid who needed a pat on the back for reassurance. She didn’t belong here and just wanted to go home.