by Jordan R. Samuel
Genre: Adult/YA crossover - Romance/Mystery
Release Date: March 2020
Summary:
On the evening of the eighteenth of May, a young woman named Cass walks alone into a small village with the intent to stay for exactly one year. Cass soon meets two precocious children, a caring and generous business owner, and the Chief of Police from the neighboring town. Family and loss are parts of many of their stories, and while these people, as well as others, attempt to know and help her, the history and troubled memories of what led Cass to this place begin to gradually unfold. As the potential for love and the pathway for healing become clearer, the date of departure approaches. Cass and those around her will be forced to decide how forcefully they are willing to hold on: to the past, to the pain, and to the person.
On the Eighteenth of May is the story of the people and events that are interwoven throughout Cass’ journey and her life. It is a story that examines the true test of strength in the deepest depths of sorrow, as felt by the human heart. It is a story that explores the perceived helplessness of those within the support structure, and the extent to which those we love can hinder or accelerate the healing process. Finally, it is a story that reminds us of the overwhelming power of comforting influences in all of our lives, as our human souls struggle, against all odds, to survive.
Excerpt
from Chapter 4
Taking
his keys from his pocket and unlocking the back porch door, Lucas returned to
the present. He was well aware that this was his mother’s favored napping time,
a time she lovingly referred to as her “pre-supper beauty sleep”, so he was
careful to open the back door quietly. After entering, he softly stepped
through the kitchen and headed straight for his old bedroom.
The
bedroom door was closed, which seemed odd. He quickly shrugged it off and
proceeded to walk towards it, intending to find the croquet set and leave the
home so quietly his mother would never even know he had been there.
As
he turned the doorknob, the bedroom door slid slowly open, offering him a small
and then ever-increasing slice of vision. As the opening grew wider, Lucas
suddenly saw. There was a stranger in his bedroom.
The
stranger was looking out his window. Her face was fully turned away. However,
he did not need to see her face to realize the stranger was the drifter. The very same drifter he
had seen earlier in the day. The same clothes, the same sweat, the same hair.
He
thought back to the questions he had considered earlier in regards to her age.
Whatever her age, she was old enough. Old enough to know how to break into an
older woman’s home and steal her blind.
Loving the cover
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