Books Open Our Mind

Each Sam Smith book invites you on a journey into the depths of the human soul, showcasing the talent of Sam Smith, the author, as she captures the raw magic of connection, the quiet power of inner strength, and the unyielding force of destiny. 

I've woven some poems into the site, whispers—from my heart to my soulmate, the man I’ve yet to meet. Each verse drifts on a breath of longing, a dream of the love I know that waits quietly, somewhere beyond the horizon.

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To wander through the words, to feel the hope that still shimmers softly in every sentence I write.

The ocean crashed against the shore, each wave echoing the wild beat of her heart. Sara stood barefoot on the sand, consumed by thoughts of Devon—the man who had claimed her completely. But the truth was sharp, she had to end things with Joey. He wouldn’t let go quietly, and the thought of hurting him twisted through her like a knife. Still, fear couldn’t stop her. If she wanted Devon, if she wanted a life that made her feel alive, she would have to risk everything. For one trembling moment, she imagined it— Devon’s arms around her, his lips on hers, the world reduced to nothing but the fire between them. And she knew she would leap—no matter the cost.

The world wanted the rock star—the swagger, the fire, the endless songs ripped out of him like offerings. But he was tired of being a stage, tired of being a mask. His voice was hoarse, not from singing, but from silence long overdue. He longed to strip it all away—the lights, the demands, the applause that never felt like love. He wanted only to breathe, to wake without an audience, to walk streets without being recognized as anyone but himself.

We stood there a while longer, letting the wind move through us like a whispered prayer, letting the sun warm our skin, letting ourselves believe—even if just a little—

that the worst was behind us.

Ben had planned his ownership map a thousand years before birth, and Benny Boy would not allow rejection to deter his quest for love. Nothing would stop him from achieving what he wanted, except the sharp wit tongue of a woman like me, who could send this boisterous crab back inside his shell, and I tried… 

I truly did.

But Ben Barrymore was not the type of man to let a smarty pants like me push him around. And, so he won, and I am forever entwined in his arms…where I was always meant to be.

Jay decided he could no longer carry excess baggage and moved forcefully onto the bed. "I will not support your burdens anymore," he murmured softly. And then, overly frustrated, and emotionally battered, he clawed at a pillow, hunched over his wife, came down firm, and...

At that moment, he snapped.

"Come on, you bitch, don't you dare leave me now," Brad yelled while his hands rhythmically battered into her chest.

In angst, his lips smothered her mouth and 

filled her lungs with air. 

It was the first time in twenty years their lips had ever touched.

And then it was over.