On the 18th of May, Jordan R. Samuel- Blog Tour

Check out my stop on the blog tour for On the 18th of May by Jordan R. Samuel!
 

On the 18th of May
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.

 
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Excerpt
from Chapter 1

She then noticed a clearing ahead, on the
right, amongst the never-ending curtains of forestry that lined the road. She
passed a particularly massive tree, with huge limbs and large leaves, and then
caught sight of a splotch of white. It was a house, sitting alone atop a small
hill and gleaming subtly in the muted moonlight. It looked abandoned and quiet,
even starkly quiet compared to the vast silence around it. There was a dark
bridge that led over the river and merged into a long winding driveway that led
to the house. She glanced back up, and she knew…

This
house is the most peaceful…in this place.

She took out the single piece of paper and
pen from her backpack. Over the span of a few rushed moments she sketched out
the little she could see under the growing canopy of darkness. She wanted to
draw the house right away, for there was no predicting what awaited her
tomorrow or whether she would actually even see this house again. She had not
found it to live in it, or even to visit it. She needed only to know that it
existed. She would have the drawing as a reminder. A reminder that there was peace, and it was here.

Upon completion of the drawing, which she
determined was a fairly accurate depiction, she folded and tucked the paper
safely into the right pocket of her shorts while advancing further into the
town in whose borders she was now fully immersed. She did so in full darkness,
with no visible creature in sight and no available lodging to be seen. She saw
a playground ahead and finally allowed herself to accept the weariness that had
been gradually creeping into her mind and joints. Her last memories of the day
were a slide, the sound of crickets, and a makeshift backpack pillow.

 
About the Author
Jordan R. Samuel is a former public school teacher and administrator who enjoys her current work as an Assistant Professor of Education. She spends her days with her husband, John, and her three children as she teaches, studies and writes. She enjoys travelling immensely, and penned many parts of this particular story while relaxing in the beautiful mountains of North Carolina.


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