Sam Smith

Sam Smith

Author

Sam Smith was born on March 6, 1974. She was raised in Lymm, Cheshire and attended St. Thomas’ C of E Primary School in Stockton Heath. Her debut novel, Harbor Nights, was published in 1994, marking the beginning of a successful literary career. A devoted advocate for human rights and animal welfare, Sam divides her time between her hometown in Cheshire and Miami, Florida, where she lives with her two dogs and a cat. In 2012, she founded an animal rescue dedicated to helping feral cats and continues to lead a Trap-Neuter-Return (TNR) program in partnership with local veterinarians and shelters.


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HIS LONELY MIND

WHEN THE MUSIC ENDS, LOVE BECOMES THE SONG.

Tom O’Connor once lived for the roar of the crowd and the burn of whiskey— anything to drown the memory of Amy Andrews. But life on the road showed him no mercy. It only took. Some years later, burned out and broken, he returns to the place where it all began. Amy is still there— so is the silence...

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BEYOND THE LAKE HOUSE

SHE WAS STOLEN FROM HER PAST—NOW SHE MUST FIGHT FOR HER FUTURE.

When Lulu Davenport is kidnapped and imprisoned in a decaying barn with no memory of how she got there, her forgotten past begins to surface. Raised far from the cult that once claimed her, she’s been dragged back to fulfill a dark legacy—one that ties her to a twin brother she never...

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BACK TO GOOD

SOME ROADS HOME ARE PAVED WITH REGRET—AND FEAR.

Jason Carter does not believe in second chances, not in music and not in love, not after the choices he has made. A gifted musician scarred by addiction and loss, he has learned to survive by closing himself off and pouring everything into his music. One day, he meets Jenny Jones—a sharp, soulful...

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Other Writing


 Sam Smith PoetryMy Dearest Crab Man—To you, my soulmate, dancing somewhere
Sam Smith Poetry



My Dearest Crab Man—

To you, my soulmate, dancing somewhere at the bottom of the sea…

While I walk this life on solid ground, you spin in saltwater light, claws raised to a rhythm I can’t hear, shell catching glimmers of a world that hasn’t reached me yet. I move through days alone, feet on quiet roads, pockets full of questions. I imagine you laughing with the currents, unbothered by time, content to twirl where the tide keeps secrets.

Do you know I’m here— looking out over the...