Audiobook Narrator for Historical/Philosophical Fantasy book

We are seeking a professional male voice actor to narrate and produce a high-quality audiobook for the title "LoveVortex and the Drakor’s Curse" by Pekka Harju-Autti.The book is a visionary historical fantasy and philosophical fiction set in the mid-18th century. The story follows a sea captain and his young son sailing from Glasgow to a remote tropical island bound by a chilling prophetic curse. The narrative balances cinematic seafaring adventures with profound, quiet reflections on mortality and destiny.Project Details:Word Count: Approx. 50,000 wordsEstimated Finished Hours (PFH): ~5.5 hoursTarget Audience: International/Global English listenersNarrator Requirements:Gender/Age: Male, Adult (30–50 years old)Vocal Range: Baritone or Bass (Deep, warm, smooth, and resonant)Accent: General American / Neutral North American (highly articulate and easy to understand for non-native English speakers; no heavy regional dialects).Skills: Ability to portray different characters effectively (especially an authoritative yet warm sea captain and a young boy) and maintain a captivating, atmospheric tone for philosophical passages.Technical & Delivery Requirements:The final audio must be fully edited, mastered, and 100% ACX/Audible compliant (proper RMS levels, noise floor under -60dB, no mouth noises, clicks, or room echo).Deliverables must include properly split chapter files in MP3 format.How to Apply:Please submit your proposal along with samples of your previous audiobook work (preferably in the fantasy, historical fiction, or drama genres).IMPORTANT: To be considered, please record and attach a short sample of the attached Audition Script using your natural, neutral, deep voice. We want to hear how your voice fits our characters and tone! ATTACHMENT AUDITION SCRIPT (410 words, i.e. approx 2-3 minutes) Project: LoveVortex and the Drakor’s Curse Character/Tone Focus: Captain Julius (internal reflection and dialogue with his son, Peter). Emotional, cinematic, and deeply resonant. Start of Script: Julius closed his eyes, and the world fell away. Mary. His wife, the heart of their small family—strong, warm, fiercely protective. For fourteen years of marriage, she’d been the constant while he sailed distant waters. The one who’d raised Peter through his infant years, who’d kept their home alive with laughter and purpose even when Julius was gone for months at a time. Then, two years ago, pneumonia had taken her in less than a week. Suddenly he was back in that dim bedroom, the air thick with the smell of camphor and failing hope. Mary’s frail hand gripped his with surprising strength. “Promise me two things,” she’d whispered, each word a battle against lungs that rattled with every breath. He’d leaned closer, barely breathing himself. “Anything.” “Keep Peter safe. Always.” Her eyes, still fierce despite the fever’s haze, held his. “Promise me, Julius.” “I promise.” The words came through tears. But then her grip tightened further, nails pressing into his palm. “And let him fly.” Her voice gained unexpected strength, urgent and clear. “Don’t cage him with your fear. Let him become who he’s meant to be.” “Mary, those—those contradict each other—” “Promise me both.” Julius promised. What else could he do? Now, two years later, the question still haunted him: How could he honor both? How could he keep Peter safe while letting him fly? He stood slowly, joints protesting, and walked toward the hallway. Each step felt like choosing between two promises, two versions of love. With his hand on Peter’s door, he paused and whispered: “Remember. Let him fly.” Then he knocked. Peter looked up from his grandfather’s worn logbook, his young face illuminated by candlelight. The boy had been reading about storms in the South Pacific, his eyes bright with hunger for a world he’d only imagined. Julius smiled, decision made. “Peter, would you like to go on the adventure of a lifetime?” The logbook closed with a soft thump. Peter’s whole body shifted forward, suddenly alert. “An adventure?” His voice was careful, as if afraid the offer might vanish. “For real, Dad?” Julius stepped into the room, unable to stop the grin spreading across his weathered face. “Not just any adventure. The kind people only dream of. What would you say if I invited you to join me on the open sea? A real voyage. A year, maybe more.”