Steve Shell
speaker
3,136 appearances
10 recordings
1 series
first heard May 2026
last heard 10 Sep
Steve Shell’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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Appearances
She who, Donovan?
Explain yourself!
The voice that issued from behind the bland man in the black suit was as sweet as honey, laced with a bitter edge of arsenic.
stepped around Donovan was stunning.
Though she had clearly entered the golden years of her life...
She possessed a sultry radiance that would make the starlets of the silver screen step aside as she passed.
She wore a figure-hugging emerald green dress that complemented flaming red hair untouched with silver despite her years, though by the grace of witchcraft or a talented hairdresser.
Heyman couldn't have begun to guess.
The patent leather heels she wore to boost her petite frame clicked across the polished oak floor with purpose, if not speed.
Marlena Locke did not hurry for anyone.
Heyman all but leapt from his chair as his mother sashayed into the room with the grace of a ballroom dancer.
Born Marlena Coleman of the Coleman Timber Empire, she had been married off to three other captains of industry and had buried every one before she met the recently widowed Jameson Locke.
It was whispered that each of them had died by her hand, but Jameson had merely shrugged off such gossip, unafraid of his new paramour's dark powers.
Finally, a man she could respect and did not immediately wish to kill,
Their courtship had been brief and blessed by the shadows that called to them both.
And while her gifts were not as varied or as potent as her fourth husband's, her cunning and ruthlessness were a perfect match for the founder of Lock Rail.
She was seductive and charming, a woman who cared for none but herself and her own blood.
Her stepchildren loathed her, but her one and only son loved and feared her with a zeal bordering on
Haman glared at his mother in disbelief as she appraised the form of his bodyguard as if the thing were a uniquely handsome creature rather than a nigh-faceless duplicate of the rest of the security division.
Mr. Donovan, for his part, did not seem to notice.
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