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.

Tap below—

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

Some loves don’t fade with distance— 

they burn hotter and brighter

 beneath the endless moonlight.

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, who she knew, 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 just then, she decided she would leap—no matter the cost.

When the music ends—

love becomes the song.

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.

She was stolen from her past—

now she must fight for her future.

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.

Jupiter by the Sea is a tale of love, betrayal, 

and the power of destiny that refuses to let go. 

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.

Imagine the worst thing a husband can do.

Then multiply it—

Jay decided he could no longer carry his wife’s excess baggage or her emotional burdens. Throwing himself forcefully onto the hospital bed, he grabbed her face and muttered angrily into her battered ear, “I will not support you or your bullshit anymore.” Then, frustrated and emotionally wounded, he clawed at a pillow, and even while grappling with his own mind, he hunched over her bruised face, pressed down hard and snapped.

The worst of the worst has just begun—

"Come on, you bitch, don’t you dare leave me now," Brad choked out, his hands pounding against Kelly’s chest in a frantic rhythm. Driven by raw fear, he pressed his mouth to hers, breathing air desperately into her lungs as if he could will her back to him. It was the first time in twenty years their lips had touched—an intimacy born of terror, not choice. And then, just like that, it was over.