TRACI  ODOM

Actor / Voice Artist

Labor Day has come and gone, and the holidays are careening towards us at a lightning pace!  The world is a little crazy just now, from politics to hurricanes to brush fires.  I hope you are all safe and sound in your homes and lives.  


There are some wonderful new projects in the works and I am so excited to share the news with you. Check out my News and Reviews page for more details.


In the meantime, be kind to yourself, your loved ones and strangers.  We are all in this together.


Happy Listening!

Traci O.



Oklahoma Starshine

by Maggie Shayne

 

Veterinarian and single mom Emily Hawkins' world is turned upside down when her precious little girl is diagnosed with a terminal illness. Only a bone marrow transplant can save three-year-old Matilda Louise. Emily isn't a match, but she's determined to find someone who is, and that means tracking down Tilda's biological father and his filthy rich family, a family she believes would've preferred her little girl had never been born.


But when she arrives in Big Falls, Oklahoma, nothing is the way she expected. Joey McIntyre, the billionaire's son who'd been her sweet teenage summer fling, is as handsome and smooth as ever, but he seems to fall hard for Tilda-Lou at first sight, and he's furious that Emily has kept his child from him. Which makes no sense at all. Soon Emily begins to suspect that the version of history she's believed all these years might not be the real one. And if that's true, she's done a terrible, unforgivable thing.


But none of that matters as dire symptoms set in. The doctor advises Emily and Joe to give their girl the best Christmas ever. Fortunately, Christmas is what the Brand-McIntyre clan does best. Emily and Joey put their feelings aside, coming together in a desperate search for a way to save their little girl against all odds. But the truth is that little Matilda Louise is the one who's saving them.



The Rose Mark

by Connie Suttle


We belong to the king - those of us with the black roses tattooed on our left wrist, directly over our pulse. As if every beat of our hearts reminds us that we are not our own.


All the women with the fire burning within them are culled, tattooed, and taken to the warriors to provide more energy. Energy that the warriors will then use to defeat the barbarians from the ocean of sand. Women with black roses on their wrists are emptied of their power by those warriors, who care not that they die a shrunken husk.


In the king's library, The Book of the Rose says to honor the tattooed women. More than anything, I want to spit on its pages.


As for running - there is one thing worse than having a black rose on your wrist. That is for the enemy to find you and see the black rose on your wrist. Your death will be slow and excruciating at their hands...