Ian has a crush and when he realizes that he will be spending the summer with said crush, he takes it as a sign to confess...will love blossom between the two?

Ian has a crush and when he finds out he'll be spending the summer with said crush he's determined to confess his feelings....will a relationship blossom between the two?

Ashley Gale is a Doctor who loves her job, her boyfriend. She is loved and respected by everyone.
One day she accidentally finds out the secret her boyfriend is keeping, her own secret is threatening to come to light, and then, in comes the green-eyed, playful doctor, who brings out another side of her she thought she'd lost long ago.

After a horrible accident in california sofia sparks the only heiress of Sparks Inc is missing. After seven years she returns which brings about joy to the sparks. But what they lost is not what they might get back

After a horrible accident in california sofia sparks the only heiress of Sparks Inc is missing. 
After four years she returns which brings about joy to the sparks. But what they lost is not what they might get back

Magic is a secret to society at large, it's inhabitants are either born into it or brought in because they have potential. Though this might just turn that on it's head.

"Your love story is the best out there! Why isn't anyone noticing how beautiful this is?! Nicholas Sparks will be shaking when your story comes out!" 

That's how his comrade describe their love story, but is that really beautiful?

Jackson and Nicholas was a best friend. Both of them always be together. One day, Jackson family moved from their city. Nicholas was to sad because that. After, 20 years Jackson was back to his city. At that time, Nicholas didn't recognise him and she will get married with Louis in 3 months.

Jackson was not a normal person anymore after the incident about the hunted house. He still at the world because he had a wish and wanted to make that became true. 

Jackson was fallen in love with Nicholas since they are kid. He used any method to make Nicholas recall about him. But all of that just wasted his time. Nicholas was in love with Louis she only think about Louis.

Jackson try to get close with Nicholas but had something that stopped him to do so. That made him became more difficult to make Nicholas remember about him.

Until the last will Nicholas recalled about Jackson? Or she still didn't remember who is Jackson?

*Jackson actually died when he enter to the hunted house. So who is with Nicholas? How that person know Nicholas?

Nicholas makes a wheel towards the door, but advancing through is a small army of soldiers. All bearing unknown weapons. In march row upon row of soldiers. Their green suits helmets, hiding their faces. A group of them surround the crates and take the box, heading towards the other side of the market. Conn shouts over the sirens.
"They have reinforcements! There are two cargo trucks pulling up loaded with soldiers."
The soldiers begin to fire at the crates we are hiding behind. Some kind of energy shot whizes over my right shoulder. 
 I look at my fellow agents, all are ready for battle. 
Stepping out from behind our cover, Bea let's out a loud roar and shifts into a T-Rex, beginning to level the playing field.
"That's it, now you've made her mad." I tell the soldier that just crept up behind Nicholas. With an iron fist I send him back to his little buddies. "Anyone else for tea?" A group of soldiers sneak from the left. Nicholas's wheelchair fires left at the soldiers trying to stun them. 
Honey's face turns red, she swells with anger, in fact I can't tell if it is her powers or her anger that turned her red. Either way, I will be calling her Ms. Tomato head for a while. 
Quickly she summons fireballs towards the ever advancing mob. Looking over from the guy I just hammered I see Bea. She tears off the arm of one of the soldiers and tosses it aside. It begins to pop and shoot electrical sparks. They are just robots. I realize. 
"Hey they're just robots!" I yell, using double the force and smashing a robot into the ground. Gotta love my power glove. 
Conn's shield takes the head off of one. Blood spills everywhere and a withered green head rolls across the ground.
"Not this one. This one is some sort of zombie thing!" Conn throws his shield at the approaching mob, taking out a few robots trying to set explosive charges.
"Guys, I hate to tell you this" begins Nicholas backing up to Conn. 
"But I think Minecraft just came to life!" He pops off another Zombie's head.
"Bea can you find that box? Nicholas and I are a bit busy, and my power blasters are getting low. Yes Conn, I did forget to charge them." I hear Conn in my comms from across the warehouse. "How convenient for you to remind me." 
Bea's roars turn into cries as she transforms into a hawk. She flies off looking for the box while Conn and I are slaying the oncoming attackers left and right. 
"How do you think they knew about our party? I didn't send them an invitation!" My jest is lost in the chaos of the fight. 
Two robots to the left  a mob of zombies to the right. 
"Tony about time to use those missiles isn't it?" Conn throws a punch at an incoming robot. The floor is now littered with bodies. I blast a path through the army to see how much further we have to go. 
"Ok, get down." I order. My teammates duck as six missiles launch from my glove. WHAM!  They hit six large squads of soldiers. That severely leveled the playing field. 
"Tony, I've found the box! They're moving it out to the cargo truck! You need to hurry!" scretches Bea over the comms. 
"On my way!"
Conn assures me that him and Honey can hold them off until we get back. Nicholas hits a button of his wheelchair and speeds ahead of me to clear a path. 
Conn's voice comes across the comms. 
"Hey Tony?"
"Yeah?"
"Well we took down all of them, but, he-he" he laughs. "The cavalry arrived. I think someone's watching the fight and sending in reinforcements in live time. For every one we take down two more are sent in. After we clear up here well just head over….." he sarcastically says over the comms.
"Grrrrr Aaaaaahhhhhh" suddenly,  Conn's mic goes dead. I begin to think of the cave troll coming through the door. That wouldn't even surprise me at this point.
"Uh Tony, scratch that, I'm fine. Honey just took care of that, surprisingly. Over and out." The comm cuts off. 


When Tony, a highschool student is recruited by a secret organization, he must work with his newly found team to bring a terrorist organization to justice and bring to light the dark shadow hidden behind Tony's past. Will they be able to bring about an Age of Heroes? Or will they fail and become a Hero less age?

It was then that Miles saw Sarah Andrews for the first time.

In that instant, no shivers pricked the hairs on the back of his neck, no premonitions burst forth like exploding fireworks; he felt no sense of foreboding at all, and looking back-considering all that was to come—he was always amazed by that.

Paano nga ba nagsisimula ang isang istorya—ang isang love story? 

Marahil, marami ang magsasabi na nagsisimula ang lahat sa unang pagkikita. 'Yung tipong sa unang pagkikita pa lang may sparks na. Parang may fireworks sa background o kaya naman, tulad sa pelikula, 'yung nag-i-slow motion ang paligid habang nagkakatitigan at nagngingitian ang mga bida.

Ang cliché. 

Bakit nga kaya gano'n, hindi tayo nagsasawa sa kung ano ang cliché? Parehong mga pelikula ang pinapanood natin. Parehong uri ng mga libro ang binabasa natin. Parehong mga bagay ang nagpapangiti sa atin, nagpapa-kilig . . . at nagpapa-ibig.

Pero paano kung sa unang pagkikita walang sparks, walang fireworks, walang slow motion, walang nakakatunaw na pagtitinginan o ngitian? Paano kung ang unang pagkikita e tulad ng kay Miles Ryan at Sarah Andrews? Baka nga 'yung pinakahihintay na chance encounter e 'di pa mapansin dahil parang ordinaryo lang ang lahat. Hindi pampelikula o pang-libro ang eksena.

Gan'yan naman ang totoong buhay 'di ba?

Alam ko kanina pa ko tinitingnan at siguro pinag-uusapan ng dalawang babae sa kabilang table. 

Iba ka talaga, Gordon Jimenez. Ang gwapo. Nyay, walang gano'n!

Siguro, napansin nila ang binabasa kong libro dito sa coffee shop—A Bend in the Road by Nicholas Sparks.

Napangiti na lang ako. 

Hindi ko maiwasang ma-curious sa kung ano nga ba ang iniisip ng mga babae kapag nakakakita sila ng lalaking nagbabasa ng romance fiction, chicklit novel, o iba pang libro na karaniwang binabasa ng mga babae.

Iniisip kaya nilang bading ako? 

Hindi naman siguro. Wala naman talaga kasing pinipilang gender ang romance fictions at kung ano pang genre ng isang akda 'di ba?

Kinikilig kaya sila?

May nabasa kasi ako minsan sa isang blog:

Seeing someone read a book you love is seeing a book recommend a person.

Isa kaya sa kanila e nabasa na ang librong hawak ko? Isa kaya sa kanila e nag-iisip na baka ako na ang the one para sa kaniya?

Natawa ako sa mga pumasok sa isipan ko. 

Ipinagpatuloy ko na lang ang pagbabasa ng libro. Kailangan e.

Marami kasing nahirapan sa malupit na exam ni Ms. Rodrin sa Literature. 'Di kapani-paniwala. Pero totoo . . . isa na ko sa mga bumagsak. Para makabawi, gumawa na lang daw kami ng book review. 

Pinapili ni Ms. Rodrin ang klase kung sinong author ang gusto namin. Ang mga kaklase ko gusto pa atang utakan si Ms. Rodrin, si Nicholas Sparks daw ang paborito nila; rinig na rinig naman ang bulungan nila na kaya si Sparks ang gusto nila e kasi may movies na yung mga book niya. Panonoorin na lang daw nila. Natawa na lang ako nang pumayag si Ms. Rodrin kasi ang pinili niyang book e yung wala pang movie version.

Ang totoo, pwede ko namang i-google na lang ang review ng book na 'to pero no'ng napadaan ako kanina sa bookstore, ewan ko ba, bigla lang ako na-curious basahin.

Tiningnan ko ulit ang dalawang babae sa kabilang table. Ngumiti ako sa kanila (Landi!) Walang sparks, pero parang kinilig sila. Narinig ko pa nga sabi ng isa na ang gwapo ko. Nyay, walang gano'n!

Hinigop ko na ang natitirang kape sa tasa, tumayo at lumabas na ng coffee shop. 

Wooo, ang  lamig ng gabi.

Pagdating ko sa tawiran, naabutan ako ng stop ng traffic lights. Ninety seconds. Ang tagal. 

Nakatitig lang ako sa traffic lights at sinasabayan ang bilang ng electronic counter nang mula sa likod ay may yumakap sa akin. 

"Mahal kita. Nakakainis ka," bulong niya. 

Babae siya, tingin ko base sa boses niya. Tingin ko lasing 'to. Boses lasing e.

Nang tatanggalin ko na sana ang pagkakayakap niya, siya na mismo ang unti-unting humiwalay sa'kin.

"Nakakainis ka," muli niyang sabi.

Humarap ako sa kanya na kaagad kong pinagsisihan. Bigla niya kong sinuntok. 'Di naman masyadong malakas kasi lasing nga siya, pero masakit pa rin.

Napahawak ako sa pisngi ko. First time kong masapak ng lasing.

Nagkatitigan kami. Siyempre kumunot ang noo ko sa kanya para ipakitang inis ako sa ginawa niya, kaya lang bigla niyang inalis ang kaniyang tingin. 

Nagsimula siyang maglakad. Nakatawid siya sa unang lane ng kalsada kahit pagewang-gewang, wala namang gaanong sasakyan sa lane na 'yun. Huminto siya sa gitna. Mas malapad na ang kalsada sa kabilang lane. Mas marami na rin ang mga sasakyang mabilis na dumaraan. Nagsimula siyang humakbang . . . 

Ano! Loko 'to, tatawid e naka-go pa rin yung mga sasakyan. 

Tatlong segundo rin akong napanganga habang nakatanaw sa kaniya—tatlong segundong nabawas sa counter ng traffic signal lights. 

Thirty seconds pa ang natitira bago magpalit sa green. Sa bilis ng mga sasakyan, malabong hindi siya mapuruhan kong masagasaan man siya. 

Ramdam ko ang pagbilis ng tibok ng puso ko. Tumakbo ako tungo sa kaniya at dali-dali kong hinatak ang braso niya palapit sa akin.

Tumama ang mukha niya sa dibdib ko. For the second time, nayakap niya ulit ako. Nakaka-ilan na sa'kin 'to ha.

Bahagya niya akong naitulak nang bumusina ang isang kotseng dumaan sa gilid namin. Na-weirdo-han siguro sa'min ang driver. Baka first time niyang makakita nang nagyayakapan sa gitna ng kalsada. Tumawa ako nang mahina. Parang pampelikula ang eksena namin ngayon.

"Bitawan mo ko, manyak ka!" sigaw niya.

Ibinaba ko ang tingin sa braso niya at kaagad na tinanggal ang pagkakahawak ko.

"Miss, hindi ako manyak. Ayan, stop na ang mga sasakyan. Makakatawid ka na."

"Ayaw ko." 

E may saltik naman pala talaga 'to e.

"O, sige ma-una na ko sa'yong tumawid." Tinalikuran ko siya at nagsimula nang maglakad. Sumunod naman siya sa likuran ko.

Pagkatawid, kumaliwa ako habang sa kabilang direksiyon naman siya pumunta. Lumnigon ako para  tanawin siya. Gano'n pa rin siya maglakad—parang tutumba. Muntik pa ngang siyang tumumba, nagawa niya lang na makahawak sa isang poste. 

Haist. Parang 'di ko siya kayang iwan na lang. 

Naglakad ako palapit sa kaniya. Hinawakan ko ang kamay niya at hinila ko siya pabalik sa coffee shop.

Pina-upo ko siya sa parehong pwesto ko kanina. Um-order ako ng cafe americano para sa kanya.

"O kape nang mahimasmasan ka naman kahit na konti."

Tinanggap niya naman ito. Umupo na rin ako. Magkaharap kami. Napangiti ako habang pinagmamasdan siya na dahan-dahang hinihigop ang kape. 

Walang nagsasalita sa amin. Tahimik. Naisipan kong kuhain sa bag ko ang binabasa kong libro kanina.


He would, however, always remember his surprise at the fact that Charlie had been right: She was attractive. Not glamorous in a high-maintenance way, but definitely a woman whose passing would cause men to turn their heads. Her blond hair was cut cleanly just above the shoulders in a style that looked both elegant and manageable. She wore a long skirt and a yellow blouse, and though her face was flushed from heat, her blue eyes seemed to radiate a freshness, as if she'd just spent the day relaxing at the beach.


Nang unang makita ni Miles si Sarah, no shivers pricked the hairs on the back of his neck, no premonitions burst forth like exploding fireworks; he felt no sense of foreboding at all. 

Sa madaling salita, walang kilig. Walang sparks. 

Katulad ito nang unang pagkikita namin ng babaeng nasa harapan ko. Walang slow motion. Walang titigan at ngitian. Sapak lang ang na-feel ko. Saklap.

Pero tulad ni Sarah Andrews, chicks din naman siya. Maputi. Yung mga mata niya, dark brown, pero halata mong iyon talaga ang kulay ng mga ito. Medyo magulo lang ang buhok niya pero maganda siya. Maganda siya . . . may saltik nga lang.

Napatingin ako sa orasan sa may dingding—8:47. Kailangan ko na talagang umuwi dahil may exam pa ko bukas.

"Wala bang pwedeng sumundo sa'yo rito? Kailangan ko na kasing umuwi e," tanong ko, tumayo ako.

Tumingala siya sa'kin. "Sige, okay lang. Ite-text ko na lang 'yung kaibigan ko."

Tingin ko medyo okay na siya. Ume-epekto na rin ang kape, nahimas-masan na siya kahit papaano.

"Sige, una na ko," pagpapaalam ko, pagkatapos, naglakad na ko palabas ng pinto.

Sa labas nakita ko siya mula sa glass panels ng coffee shop na kumakaway. Nakatingin siya sa'kin. Nabasa ko ang binibigkas ng bibig niya—Thank you—sabay ngiti.

Kumaway rin ako pabalik at tinanguan siya.

Dumiretso na ko sa paglakad at muling tumawid ng kalsada. Napadaan ako sa isang convenience store kung saan naaninagan ko ang sarili mula sa salaming pader . . . kanina pa pala ako nakangiti.

May sparks.

A boy who have moved on.
A girl with a broken heart. 
One crazy chance encounter. 
An unexpected romance.


The children absolutely loved the playground, and Hope promised them they could have an extra few minutes to play after lunch if they did well on their assignments that morning. After school, those who walked home went back outside to play for quite some time before they scurried to their houses, liable to be in trouble for being late. Hope was packing up her items to take home, including the hat she'd have to smuggle upstairs when Nicholas's wagon pulled in and her plan to be sneaky went out the window.
His mouth was wide as he looked around. Hope decided she may as well go on out and meet him, so she took her regular items and the large hat box and headed for the door. "Good afternoon, Doc."
"Well, I'll be, Miss Tucker. How'd this happen overnight?"
"I'm not quite sure," Hope admitted, "but I have a feeling most of it was constructed off-site."
"It sure is a marvel. I bet the kids like it. I've heard of a few places like this back East, but I ain't never heard of anyone buildin' something for youngsters in a place like this" 
"They do like it." Hope realized she was ahead of her time—that most teachers didn't realize how important play was for the children, but her school in Lamar had had a rope swing and a four-square box painted on the walkway, and the children loved it. That was nothing compared to this, she realized, but she thought it would make an impact on their ability to learn. Hope gave Nicholas a half-smile, waiting for the next question, assuming she'd have to figure out a way to answer truthfully without having a lot of explaining to do.
"Who do you think is responsible?"
There it was. "I'm not exactly sure. I've been saying that the children needed more play equipment since I arrived. I guess one of the parents finally took it to heart." She pressed her lips together and hoped that would be enough.
Nicholas looked around at the play equipment one more time before he asked, "Whatcha got there?"
Trying to pretend as if she didn't know what he was referring to, Hope looked at the objects in her hands before saying, "Oh, one of the students brought me a gift."
"Which one?" 
"One of the girls. It was a nice gesture. Now, if you're ready, Mr. Howard, I would appreciate a lift to your folks' house, assuming that's why you've come." She kept her smile pleasant, praying he'd let it go, but he still looked suspicious.
Nicholas nodded and she followed him to the wagon. She set the hatbox inside in order to climb up, and Nicholas helped her by lifting her at the waist, though she really didn't need it. When he went around and climbed up in the seat, he was still eyeing the box. "What's it look like?"
Hope let out a long breath. "It's sort of fancy," she replied, waving her hand. "I can't even imagine where I'd wear it."
"A fancy hat? From one of our children? Where would they have gotten the money for that?"
"I honestly don't know. Maybe it belonged to her mother."
Doc didn't seem to buy that either, but he turned the horses around and headed toward the road without further comment, and Hope prayed that the uncomfortable situation was over.
But it wasn't. About halfway to his parents' house, Nicholas cleared his throat. "Did you know there's a school board election coming up this fall? Mr. Stewart is up for re-election, and I've heard that Mr. Canton is considering running against him. I considered throwing my own name in the hat." He looked down at the box. "But I wasn't sure what you'd think about that."
Hope was confused at first. While it seemed like a wonderful idea to have someone like Mr. Canton who genuinely seemed to care about the students as the school board president, she had no idea why Nicholas might think she'd have an opinion as to whether or not he decided to run. "What do you mean?"
"I mean… if I were to run, of course, I'd want to help you in any way I could, but mostly, I'd just want to make sure there were some changes to your contract." His face was turning a bright red, and Hope had a feeling it had nothing to do with the May afternoon sun.
"What sort of changes?" she asked, a lump forming in her throat. She wasn't sure she wanted to hear the answer.
Nicholas took a deep breath. "I just think… maybe you should be allowed to court, that's all. There are plenty of bachelors in town who would agree with me. I could run on that platform alone and be sure to win the election." He chuckled nervously, and suddenly, Hope understood what he was getting at. She had to avert her eyes.
Over the last couple of months, she'd spent a lot of time getting to know the doctor and was very fond of him. He was intelligent and kind, and he wasn't at all unpleasant to look at. But now that she'd had a feeling of what true sparks felt like, now that she'd had a bit more experience with longing and sleepless nights, she was sure that Nicholas Howard was not the man she'd want to be with, even if someone did come along and change her contract. And since the only man she'd even considered had been pretty clear on the fact that he wasn't taking another wife, the contract was actually her saving grace at the moment. The way Nicholas described it, the second the document was amended, she'd have gentlemen callers lined up from here to the Mexican border. 
Undeterred by her expression, he continued. "Anyhow, Miss Tucker, I just think… well, I mean… you're a beautiful, intelligent gal, and it'd be a shame if you weren't allowed to court anybody just on the account of your teaching contract. My understanding is that a lot of school districts are doing away with them sorta rules."
Hope cleared her throat, glad he had yet to make it too personal. He hadn't declared his love for her or said he was hoping to court her himself, not yet anyhow. "While I do think any steps toward giving women more rights are positive, Doc, I'm not sure how I feel about amending my contract. Being so new to the area, I haven't had the opportunity to meet many men, except for my students' fathers, and I'm sort of happy for it since it has allowed me to focus on my students." She hoped he'd understand what she was getting at without her having to say more.
Nicholas looked a little hurt. "But you've gotten to know me."
"Yes, and I'm very happy to have you as such a good friend." She turned to look at him then, praying that she hadn't hurt his feelings, but she saw his expression shift and realized he was intelligent enough to put the pieces of the puzzle together. 
"I see," Doc said, turning the horse so that the wagon was headed up his parents' street. He didn't say anything else, and Hope felt awful. He'd done so much to help her, and he really was a wonderful person. It was just too bad the tingles she'd initially felt when she'd been around him had been snuffed out, replaced by something so powerfully strong she couldn't even contain it, let alone pretend to understand it.
When he pulled the wagon to a stop, Hope quickly thanked him and then jumped down before he even had a chance to come around to help. She pulled her belongings along with her and rushed up the front steps.




ID Johnson creates characters you'll want to have as your best friends with antagonists you'll love to hate. Her love for all things princess-y compelled her to write her first medieval romance at fifteen, and she hasn't stopped writing since. Now, her plots are a little more complex, her topics a little more mature, and her romances often more intense, but she's never lost the love she felt the first moment she breathed life into a character over twenty years ago. If you love feisty paranormal heroines, damsels who cause distress, or historical ladies who know how to light up a room, then pull up a seat, get out your eReader, and meet ID Johnson's friends. Soon enough, they'll be your friends, too.
Check out her author website at www.authoridjohnson.com.

Two women, two generations of undying love, two romance novels to pull at your heartstrings and have you cheering for true love.

Cordia

Torn between the man she loves, and the man who loves her....
Cordia Pike has always been strong-willed, but she knows her family expects her to accept the hand of her childhood friend, Jaris Adams, in marriage. As the conflict between the states continues to escalate, Cordia hopes it will last long enough for her to find a way to free herself without breaking her friend’s heart.
On the eve of war, as the men prepare to ride off to battle, Cordia meets a mysterious newcomer. There’s just something about Will Tucker that she finds both intriguing and dangerous. Under the guise of caring for his sister, she makes a plan to write to him. Perhaps by the time the war is over, Will’s feelings for Cordia will have blossomed into the love she is starting to feel for the Union soldier.
But war is evil and complex, and by the time it begins to wind its way through Southwest Missouri, one of these men will be dead, and Cordia will find herself betrothed to a man she loathes. Will she have the courage to follow her heart and stand up for what she believes in like so many others, or will she do as she is told and acquiesce to a loveless marriage to a heartless traitor?
Hope
Forbidden love on the frontier....
Hope Tucker is content staying in her hometown of Lamar, Missouri, focusing on her life as a schoolteacher instead of finding love. But when she hears the truth about her parents' romance during the Civil War, how her mother Cordia set out to find her father Will after a deadly battle, Hope is determined to have that sort of adventure as well.
Accepting a teaching position in a frontier town in Texas isn't quite what she was expecting--there are no marauders or gunslingers--but there is one man with a shady past, and when the entire town tells her to stay away from Judah Lawless, Hope finds herself drawn to him.
Is Judah dangerous, or will Hope finally find the romance she's been looking for?
 


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