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Tuesday, April 28, 2026

Tour Stop: Destination Romance Series by Kate Berberich

 

 


Can two imperfect people finally decide that they're perfect for each other?


Picture Imperfect

Destination Romance Book 1

by Kate Berberich

Genre: Contemporary Travel Romance


Bad girl turned heiress, Lacey Devere has a penchant for falling for precisely the wrong person. Her dad is determined to give her a fresh start, beginning with a luxurious European tour and a new camera to capture each perfect moment.

Dan Lewis is a modern-day highwayman traveling the world, relieving wealthy tourists of their excess cash and jewelry. He learned the hard way not to let anyone get too close.

Their heads are urging caution, but their hearts are being swept away by the glamour and romance of the dazzling cities they’re visiting.

 

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Dan checked his watch. Again. He ran a finger inside his shirt collar. The damn thing was custom-made. For what he paid for it, he should bloody well be able to breathe.

Stop fidgeting. Anyone would think you’d never worn a tux before.

Any number of appreciative glances assured him it looked outstanding—if he’d been in any state to notice.

“Relax,” Mr. Wilson advised from behind his ever-present newspaper. “My wife is well aware of the curtain time, and she won’t miss it for anything.”

“I feel like I ought to apologize for this,” Dan offered.

“Eh…Martha would have found an excuse to stuff me into this thing sooner or later.” Mr. Wilson—or at least his newspaper—shrugged. “It’s fine. Anyway, it’s good for her to have a pretty girl to fuss over. It takes her mind off…well…it’s good for her. This is better than one of those charity events. People expect me to talk at those things. And write checks. The seats at the opera house are extremely comfortable and if I get bored, I can take a nap.”

Dan let the subject slide. He’d done more in-depth digging online since they’d be spending the entire evening with the Wilsons. He knew what a day spent dress shopping and primping with a young woman would mean to Mrs. Wilson.

A flash of icy silver-blue caught his eye. Just like in Madrid, his mouth went dry, and he forgot to breathe for a moment. Also, just like in Madrid, he vowed to never again criticize his sister’s taste in movies. All that romantic hokum must have some basis in fact.

Lacey and Mrs. Wilson stepped off the elevator. The older lady wore a softly draped navy-blue gown with a glittering broach on one shoulder—a high-end fake, he guessed, since no one in their right mind would travel with a genuine piece of that scale.

But Lacey…unlike her usual bright-colored outfits, tonight she wore a frosty blue gown that shimmered when she moved. Her hair was swept up in an elegant knot, with a few loose curls framing her face. The entire ensemble somehow managed to be both demure and sexy at the same time.

Well, it was Lacey. Dan considered her sexy in sweaty workout clothes. He questioned the eyesight of anyone who did not.

Mr. Wilson folded his ever-present newspaper and swatted him with it. “Breathe, young man.” 


A Perfect Brew

Destination Romance Book 1.5



Dan Lewis is a man on a journey—and not just the summer tour of Prague. He’s escaping his past and embracing the sweetness of his new love and new career with equal fervor. But old instincts are strong. When his younger sister, who he’s taken care of all his life, joins them for her graduation trip, it stirs bitter memories of their history and all the things he did to keep them safe.


Lacey Devere is savoring every drop of summer, visiting romantic locales and reveling in long, steamy nights with Dan. She dumped her past mistakes down the drain and embarked on their bold new future together. However, she’s learning love is more than just sugar and cream.


Together Dan and Lacey learn true love means accepting your partner’s imperfections and blending the bitter with the sweet. And sometimes, the best family is the one you find for yourself.

 

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Dan sauntered into the hotel lobby, hand in hand with Lacey. A few paces in, she wrapped her free hand around his arm, slowing them enough for Dylan to get a few steps ahead. She rested her head against his shoulder and smiled at him. He grinned, watching his sister, frozen on the green and blue mosaic tile floor, staring around in open-mouthed wonder.

Honestly, he’d had the exact same reaction the first time he walked into this hotel. Almost forgot to look for security cameras. He found them easily now: main entrance, front desk, concierge desk, and elevator bank. A tinkling fountain marked the center of the two-story lobby. Potted palm trees created intimate corners, and armchairs and settees upholstered in soft blue velvet nestled among the greenery.

Dylan wandered over to the gleaming glass enclosure, stretching to the skylights. She touched her fingertips to the window and a peacock stirred and blinked its beady eyes at her. A moment later, it unfurled its glorious tail feathers and took a few mincing steps closer to the glass. She glanced over her shoulder at them. “Okay, now I understand why you do this. Wow. Just…”

“Wow?” Lacey asked, tugging Dan by the hand.

A uniformed bruiser Dan pegged as security frowned at Dylan’s attire, but then noticed her teal Dolce Vita wristband and subsided with a gracious smile and nod.

“Very wow.” Dylan flung her arms around Dan. “You’re the best big brother ever. Thank you.”

He kissed her temple. “You’re welcome.”

“Are they all like this? All the hotels you stay in?”

“Well, all the hotels the company uses are five or six stars, but this one’s pretty spectacular, even by their standards. Why don’t we get you settled, then we can walk around and explore the neighborhood a bit?”

“And find the nearest source of non-snack bar coffee?”

He rolled his eyes affectionately and steered her toward the shining brass elevators with filigree peacocks rendered on their doors.


A Perfectly Imperfect Holiday

Destination Romance Book 2



Lacey Devere is looking forward to her first holiday season with the love of her life. Unfortunately, her sister’s wedding wiped her out. But is it just stress? Or are she and Dan facing the prospect of another passenger on their new journey together?


Dan Lewis thought he had it all—a new legitimate career and an amazing woman he loves. But his beginning is off to a rocky start. A robbery took place on the last tour, and he has no alibi. Can he live down his past, or will his and Lacey’s first holiday season together be their last?


As the Christmas tour progresses through London, Amsterdam, Nuremberg, and Vienna, they’ll deal with everything from bungled reservations to lost luggage—as well as a couple of life’s biggest questions—with their trademark blend of humor and love. Most of all, they’ll figure out how to build a life together.

 

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They were staying at the “fairy castle” hotel again. The doorman bowed and a waft of spicey pine scent from the fresh greenery tickled Dan’s nose as they entered.

Christmas trees of various sizes adorned in shades of blue, white, and silver replaced the cream and pink floral displays from their previous stay. A majestic gingerbread castle held pride of place on a satin-draped display table in the center of the lobby—thankfully with no rampaging soccer fans to destroy it.

Tasteful instrumental holiday music played quietly over the sound system. Everything was neat and polished and in its place. An aura of peaceful late-night quiet prevailed.

The desk clerk smiled broadly and gestured to an enticing tower of pale blue and white macarons which stood on the front desk. “Gruss Gott.”

Gruss Gott,” Lacey replied, reaching for a cookie.

Dan adjusted his sling irritably. “Dan Lewis and Lacey Devere, with the Dolce Vita holiday tour.”

“Of course, sir. We understand from your hostess that one of your bags has yet to arrive. We took the liberty of prechecking you into your suite and having the remainder of your luggage delivered. Your bathroom is fully stocked with complimentary toiletries, but if there is anything else we can supply, please call and we will be more than happy to assist you.” He tapped a few keys on his computer, then slid a key pack across the counter.

Dan eyed it suspiciously. “You have our reservation?”

“Certainly, Herr Lewis. Dolce Vita travelers are among our most elite guests. We are delighted to welcome you and will of course do whatever we can to assist you with your stay.”

Dan still didn’t take the key pack. “And this is for a clean room?”

The bewildered clerk nodded.

“With no one else in it?”

Another nod.

“The door locks? And the world champion sports ball fans aren’t having a wild party on our floor?”

The clerk edged subtly away from the desk.

“The building’s not on fire?”

“Perhaps Herr Lewis would care to speak to the manager on duty?”

A security guard dressed in a dark blue blazer emerged from the back office. He nodded pleasantly while exuding a distinct aura of “don’t mess with me.”

Lacey laid her warm hand on Dan’s good arm and squeezed gently while offering a bright smile to the desk clerk. “I’m sure it’s fine. We’ve had…issues…with our accommodations this trip.”

The clerk stared at her wide-eyed. “Apparently so.”

“And on that note, the missing piece of luggage is my garment bag. It’s got my gown for the New Year’s Eve ball, so I’d appreciate a call whenever it’s delivered. The night manager can wake me up—I don’t care. I just want to know it’s safe.”

“Of course, Fräulein. Should you wish, our concierge would be happy to provide a list of fine clothing establishments in the area.”

“I hope that won’t be necessary but thank you. Are there any parcels for us?”

The clerk checked his computer. “Not at this time. Should any arrive, they will be delivered to your suite.”

“Thank you. You’ve been very helpful.” She elbowed Dan.

“Yeah…thanks.”

****

Dan slumped onto a couch covered in elaborate ice blue brocade. His movements dislodged several slippery satin cushions, which tumbled to the floor. A Christmas tree decorated with shimmering blue glass baubles and white velvet ribbon swags stood in the corner. Glittering silver icicles tipped the branches. Fairy lights draping the tree and mantel cast a soft glow over the space.

Lacey returned from a walk-through of their suite and sat next to him, sending even more cushions cascading to the carpet. “Hey, guess what? It’s a nice clean room, with no one else in it, it’s a reasonable temperature, the doors lock, and there’s hot water. How’s that for a Christmas miracle?”

“It looks like a blue satin cushion factory exploded in here,” he grumbled.

“If they’d exploded, the room would be full of feathers, which it isn’t and please don’t give the universe any ideas. It has enough of its own.” She nestled into his side, filling his senses with hints of lavender and warmth. “It’s a beautiful room, we can sit on the furniture, and the tub is big enough for both of us.”

“And I can’t soak in it.”

You’re being a jerk. You realize that, right?

She rolled her eyes. “You can rest your arm on a towel on the edge. There’s lots of plush blue and white towels. The velvety kind.”

He snorted. “I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

She toyed with the buttons on his shirt. “You know, right this second, you’re reminding me of a very particular holiday character, and it’s not a flattering one.”

He exhaled explosively and sagged against the back of the sofa. “I’m sorry. It’s just…this whole trip, everything’s gone sideways.”

“And now we’re here in a lovely room and it’s almost Christmas and can we please just try to enjoy ourselves? Please?”


Perfect By Design

Destination Romance Book 2.5



Set amidst the magnificent architecture and Mediterranean sunshine of Barcelona, Dan and Lacey design their perfect future. No matter where in the world they travel, they know home is in each other’s arms. Together their love is as strong as a Gothic cathedral’s granite foundation, as whimsical as Gaudi’s bright-tiled dragon house, and as passionate as the Sant Jordi festival’s red roses. Now all they need is to escape a lonely nanny and her charge, and a womanizing architect long enough to settle a very important question.

 

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Dan lolled against the doorframe, watching Lacey. He never needed an excuse, but stretching up on her toes, running her fingertips along the top of a picture frame did very interesting things to the hemline of her little flowered sundress. Do I really get to have it all? The whole world, and her, too?

She’d scrunched up her face adorably, concentrating on the project at hand, and he had no willpower where she was concerned, so he strolled over and wrapped his arms around her tiny waist. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and pressed his lips to her pulse point.

“Babe? Whatcha up to?” he mumbled against her skin.

She relaxed into his arms and huffed a stray lock of hair out of her face. “The wallpaper design was giving me a headache, so I thought it would be easier to close my eyes and go by touch.”

He dropped a kiss onto the top of her blonde head. “Clever.” Her familiar scent of lavender and citrus, and something uniquely Lacey, enveloped him, heightening his senses. Have we got time to check out that bed? There’s gotta be a mattress somewhere under all those red brocade battering rams. Seriously, who thinks a stiff cylinder covered in scratchy material is a good idea for a pillow?

She wriggled around in his embrace and slid her arms around his neck. “This would be a really easy room to hide a mic or camera in. No one would look closely enough to try and find it.”

He kissed her forehead. “Except us.”

She grinned, then pressed up on her toes and kissed his chin. “Except us.”

He rubbed his thumbs over the thin material of her sundress. “And did you? Find anything, I mean?” He hadn’t, but one never knew. Hence the standard security check at every new destination.

“Not even a bit of dust. You?”

“Not a thing. Whatever we might think of the décor, the staff certainly takes good care of the place.” He tugged her a little closer. “And what else did you notice?”

“There’s a camera focused on the elevator bank, and the fire stairs are at the left end of the corridor.”

“Eight doors down.”

“Picky.”

“Hey, there was a night in Amsterdam—”

Lacey shuddered and burrowed against him. “Please don’t remind me.”

Okay…enough teasing. “How about some dinner? Barcelona has amazing cuisine.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Like what?”

He kept his tone carefully nonchalant. “Oh, all sorts of things—local seafood and game-”

“That’s code for things I won’t touch with a ten-foot fork.”

“What have you got against rabbit—”

“Eww! Rabbits are for cuddling, not eating!”

“They are here.” She cringed and made a gagging noise.

“Or squid?”

“Gross. Just gross.”

“So, we’re in one of the culinary wonderlands of the world and you’re gonna go look for a burger joint?”

“If I have to.”

“What could entice you to try a regional delicacy?”

“No bunny rabbits and no squid. I mean it!”

“How do you feel about snails?”

“How do you feel about sleeping on the couch?”

He eyed the stiff brocade monstrosity. “That couch?” The Chesterfield in question was upholstered in red, with a pattern worked in shiny gold thread. It made him itchy just looking at it from across the room. It looked as though a quarter would bounce right off. A good sofa invited you to sink into its cushioned embrace. That thing looked like it would snigger haughtily while he slid to the floor.

She smirked. “That couch.”

He shook his head in defeat and amusement. “Fine. You win…this time.”

She smirked up at him, her eyes sparkling. “I usually do.”

Oh, is that how it’s gonna be? Game on. “Let’s go find you a burger. But I will find something local you’ll like.”

“You can try.






I am an author with a penchant for writing about strong, sassy ladies and the men they love (and cats!). I have a background in historic and theatrical costuming. I live in New York with my cat, Miss Toby Toebeanz, and lots and lots of books.

Destination Romance is a modern day “lady and the highwayman” that follows the adventures of Lacey Devere and Dan Lewis as they travel the most glamorous locations in Europe. Picture Imperfect, A Perfect Brew, A Perfectly Imperfect Holiday, and Perfect by Design are currently available from your favorite retailer.

Falling for the Cat Guy is a sweet, small-town Halloween romance (with cats!) currently available in paperback and digital formats. The series is heavily influenced by real life cat rescuers. Mistletoe Kisses for Two, Ted and Hollyn’s Christmas romance, will be on sale November 2nd in paperback and digital formats.

You Otter be in Pictures is a small-town summer romance with a hint of spice, on sale now, in paperback and digital formats from your favorite retailer.

 

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Thursday, April 23, 2026

Theory: Lack of Education, Literacy and Comprehension, Combined with Narcissism, Tied to Bigotry, Racism, Xenophobia, Misogyny and So Much More?

 AUTHOR NOTE:

I know there are people out there who will laugh at what I am about to say, and that’s fine. It’s not my fault they have a lack of education, can’t understand a lot of complexities in this world, and don’t want to admit it for fear of embarrassing themselves in front of others. Nor do they want to learn, because if they do, they will lose that superiority complex and have to admit they were wrong all along, which is something that a narcissist will never do. It’s always someone else at fault, never them. (Which is something I will discuss at a later date).

If you don’t understand something, it’s not a fault and that’s perfectly fine. No one knows everything and we humans never stop learning, not till the second we leave this plain of existence and move on to the next. If you don’t know something about a subject, either look it up or ask for help. It shows you’re willing to learn and respect those who know more than you do. (I am always curious so I tend to be one of those who fall down a rabbit hole while researching stuff!)

However, it is not okay to be mean to others and scream “You’re wrong!” just because you can’t comprehend something and have a massive ego you need to stroke. That is a sign of a superiority complex, which seems to be prevalent amongst those with low intelligence combined with narcissism and lack of education.

Please keep in mind these are my thoughts and my theories. Whether you agree with them or not is up to you.

I hope what I say here makes a few people think about things, and see the connection that I do… If I manage to get one person out there thinking about my crazy theory, my job is done.

REMINDER: My areas from this blog to my social media, and anywhere else that are owned/operated, and/or controlled by V.J. Allison and Amethyst Rose Productions are safe havens for the LGBT+ community, and all minorities. Bullying and hate are not tolerated here, and all nasty comments in relation to *any* minority will be deleted and if possible, the user will be blocked from this blog and other areas where I have social media.

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Valerie-June

Aka V.J. Allison, Amethyst Rose Productions

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The more I think about how low intelligence, low reading levels and low comprehension levels, the more things make sense. Or they do to me at least.

A lot of the areas with lower education levels and more have the highest rates of bigotry, xenophobia, racism, misogyny, etc.... While the areas with higher levels of education (some of the best schools in the nation) tend to have lower levels of the exact same things, and tend to be more open and welcoming.

Hence why a good chunk of the bigots in Canada seem to be in Alberta, which has had education cuts, book banning, and so much more thanks to that c*nt on wheels, Danielle Smith... Who is almost identical in her mindset to Pierre Poilievre, our Federal Conservative leader. Both of them hate anyone who isn’t white, cis, straight, English speaking and Fundie “Christian” (aka Fake Christian). Thanks to their bigotry, xenophobia, misogyny, racism, etc., the cancer of hate has spread across Canada, mostly in the interior of our beloved and beautiful nation.

It also explains why places with high levels of education and some of the best schools in the nation are the most tolerant of the provinces. Vancouver, British Columbia, and out here on the east coast are more inclined to be the most welcoming to anyone of any minority (with the exception of our First Nations/Native Canadians but that’s another story for another time). The Atlantic Provinces (New Brunswick, Prince Edward Island, Newfoundland-Labrador, and Nova Scotia) are the most accepting of the LGBT+ community in particular, same with Vancouver.


Now mind you, not all with low education and/or low intelligence are bigots. Some are some of the most accepting, loving and kind people around no matter if they understand something or not. They trust the people with doctorates, or anyone else who knows things like genetics and other things they don't and can’t seem to comprehend.

It's the ones with the superiority complexes and narcissism that have problems with being unable to understand things like how genetics, vaccines, etc. work, so they get snippy when someone reminds them that they can't understand something and that means it's a blow to their overinflated ego... Which sets them off and gets them scoffing/snarking more about said subject. They can't understand it, and don't want to admit it, so they say it's “wrong” no matter how much evidence you provide... And they refuse to try reading it, let alone comprehending it, or even asking for help so they can understand it all.

So that could be why a lot of the less educated and not so intelligent people are assholes.


I know, some highly intelligent people are awful too, but that probably comes from a life experience that they didn't like, or are embarrassing for them, which is not okay either.

I know people who dated LGBT+ closeted people in the day, and are embarrassed about it, so they scream bigotry - despite having a high intelligence, high comprehension and took the exact same courses I took in school. They hide it in a way that looks legit, but if you scratch the surface, there's a reason behind it...
Like religion. Anyone who knows the Bible's history knows that Leviticus 18:22 that some of them quote is a translation of a translation of a translation (and so on!), and that someone along the line misinterpreted "man shall not lie with boy as he does with woman" as same sex relations instead of pedophilia like it was meant in the original text (which is why so many priests in the Catholic church can scream their abuse isn't "against the bible" if you think about it). Source:
Queer Bible Hermeneutics 

It's cherry picking at its finest. They will toss this at you to justify their hate, while ignoring things like Leviticus 19:18 (King James Version) for example: “You shall not take vengeance, nor bear any grudge against the children of your people, but you shall love your neighbor as yourself: I am the LORD.”, or something like Jesus’ own words: “You shall love your neighbor as yourself.” (King James Version) (Source: Bible Hub)

A lot of these people who constantly quote the Bible as their source for their bigotry are in the closet too, yet think it's "against their beliefs" due to Leviticus 18:22, so any reminder of their "not Biblical desires" triggers them and sends them into defensive mode. This will make them spew hate and laugh at anyone in the LGBT+ community, all to protect themselves from other bigots out there, and to hide their own shame of not being what a pastor, friends, family, or even society, says they should be.

Also, some people are just rotten to the core. Others argue for the sake of arguing and trying to trigger others so they have some amusement in their pitiful, boring lives.

All you can do is just laugh, shake your head and walk away from those who are looking to stir the shit pot and just want to be vile overall for amusement’s sake. I’ve decided I’m just going to drop a few “cheer up” memes and walk away from those ones, and the ones who refuse to learn or understand a damn thing other than their own hate, shame, and everything else.

Honestly, I find this complex of bigotry fascinating, after what I’ve seen regarding United States literacy and comprehension levels, notably tied to those who spew hate and in turn, how much higher it is in those who are more accepting and kind.

I’d love to hear other people's thoughts on this. Feel free to drop your opinion in the comments.

*Comment moderation is turned ON so if anyone is being nasty/bullying, or saying bigoted things, they will not show up. I refuse to allow that bullshit to mar my blog. Please be patient because I have ADHD and autism, and I keep forgetting to approve comments. OOPS?*

Today I leave you with one of my favorite songs of all time, by a fellow LGBT+ community member and a fellow chronic pain warrior, Lady Gaga. We’re all “Born This Way”, the way we are, and that means we’re perfect no matter what anyone says.

Have a great weekend!



Thursday, April 16, 2026

Tour Stop: Choose Me The Ballerina Series Book 4 by Ursula Sinclair

 

 


I’ve always run away from labels. 

Now there’s one I cannot run away from.

Father.


Choose Me

The Ballerina Series Book 4

by Ursula Sinclair

Genre: Contemporary New Adult Romantic Suspense



I refused to be placed in anyone's box.

Vin
I’ve always been the best friend, the one nightstand, the groomsmen never the groom. Then I go and become that ‘F’ word. Yeah, I become a Father before I am even part of a couple. I’ve never been one to live a normal life. Whatever that is. It’s never been for me. But then a woman and my child change everything. They become everything. I will become whatever they need. Because that will be who I am.

Samantha
My husband and I always wanted a child, but it was not meant to be. Until one day, one came into our lives, and she became my everything. But the man that should have protected us didn’t, he betrayed us. Exposed us to men who threatened the safety of my child and me. Then someone came into our lives amidst the chaos, but who was he there to save, me or his child?

 

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Future

Vin

 

“Vin!”

“What!” Something about the way she said my name had me blinking and trying to focus my sleep fogged mind. A shudder traveled through my body. What the hell time is it? The connections in my brain were still a bit fuzzy, but I recognized the pitch of that voice. I’d heard it enough times. Something was wrong.

“Christie?” I spoke into my phone.

“I’m at the hospital, Vin. The baby…” Terror laced her tone.

“What? Isn’t it too early?” I questioned. Christie wasn’t quite eight months pregnant, since that was the last time we’d hooked up. “Is something wrong?”

“You’ve got to come now!”  Fear rippled in her voice.

I’d never heard her sound like this before. My heart pressed against my chest. “Okay, okay on my way.”

I glanced at the time on my phone. Since my head hit the pillow, I’d gotten less than three hours of sleep. Rolling out of bed, I downed some aspirin I kept on the nightstand. Staggering to the bathroom, I washed my face with cold water. It helped a little. My eyesight was no longer quite so blurry. When I glanced at the mirror, I could at least make out my blood shot eyes from too little sleep. But my mind was clear.

Quickly, I tossed on some clean clothes then caught a taxi to the hospital, Christie had scheduled her delivery in. I hoped like hell she would be there. This woman prepared for everything.

Except for an unplanned pregnancy.

I pulled out my phone to shoot a group text to my best friends, Maze and Dante. To let them know Christie was in the hospital and to meet me there but stopped myself before pressing send. First, it was three fucking o’clock in the morning and secondly, I had no idea what the hell was going on, other than I could hear the panic in Christie’s voice. I’d wait until I knew more.

At this hour, it only took about fifteen minutes for me to get to the hospital in midtown. Still, by the time I got there—it was the right hospital—they’d already taken Christie into surgery. I wasn’t family, just the father of the child we’d both agreed to put up for a private adoption. Which meant no one would tell me anything, other than to have a seat and wait for the doctor. Or the lawyer, for the couple adopting the baby. But I wasn’t sure if the hospital or Christie had notified the lawyer, or the couple, and I wasn’t going to remind anyone. At this point, I also didn’t give a rat’s ass. Christie might have been a one or two night hook up, but I still cared about her and the baby we created.

“Mr. Tinsdale?” A pretty young woman in plain purple colored scrubs stood in front of me.

I stood up. “Yes, that’s me. How’s Christie and the baby?”

“Christie signed a form before they took her in, allowing us to talk to you as the biological father of the baby. The baby is in distress, the doctor is performing an emergency C-section, as soon as he knows more, he’ll come out to speak to you.”

“Thank you.” Even if her words did little to relieve my anxiety. I plopped my ass back down onto the seat. It wasn’t until the nurse disappeared through the double doors, I questioned what she’d said. Or rather the way she said it, know more about what? Shouldn’t it only be to tell me if it was a boy or a girl? Oh, God! Did distress mean the baby might die? Was Christie going to be, okay?

I ran my fingers through my shorthair as these thoughts played table tennis in my mind. I’d made a bit of an ass of myself earlier at the nurses’ station, demanding someone come out to tell me something. All I could do now was sit and wait for the doctor.

I sat there alone, my hands rested on my knees, head down, eyes staring at the floor, seeing nothing but my f’ing life rolling away from me. Tied to someone I didn’t even like—for life. One who would be the mother of my child. All because some shitty piece of latex malfunctioned. Fuck of a malfunction. Still, I prayed to a supreme being or beings somewhere out there that Christie and the baby would be okay. Even if I’d agreed to the adoption, the thought of my child dying sent fear zinging through me.

I took a deep breath. Single mother, single father, nothing single about it. Not when an innocent life was involved. A life who apparently wanted to make an early appearance. Way early. A preemie. My child would be a preemie. Labels—fucking labels. All my life I’d dealt with them. But I refused to be placed in anyone’s box.




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Ursula Sinclair is a USA Today Bestselling Author and the alter ego for LaVerne Thompson, a USA Today Bestselling, award winning, multi-published author. An avid reader and a writer of fantasy, paranormal, contemporary, and sci/fi sensual romances. She loves creating worlds within and without our world. She enjoys good action scenes. Most of her books under either name, also have a touch of violence and a few more than that. She writes romantic suspense and new adult romance under her alter ego.

She is a certified chocoholic and is currently working on several projects. Some might even involve chocolate. But writing helps maintain her sanity.

 

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Friday, April 10, 2026

Tour Stop: Tap Out Sin City Book 2 by Rylee Dare

 

 


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Tap Out

Sin City Book 2

by Rylee Dare

Genre: Contemporary MMA Sports Romance



Torin 

I achieved one dream while I screwed up another, but I was going to reclaim my Spitfire, and no one could stop me. She was still mine. 

 

Diem 

I’d been burned by men one too many times. So, yeah, it was better to forget about all of them because I’d never find what I truly wanted in a relationship. The elusive fairytale ending was just that. In real life, it didn’t exist. 

 

Soren 

The moment I saw a leather-clad goddess strut into my nightclub with a beast of a man, I knew I’d do anything to have her. The thing was, she insisted she was done with men and said my pursuit was a waste of time. 

 

Ha! We’d see about that. 

 

**COMING AUGUST 2026!**

 

Cover Model: Tony Brettman @tonybrettman 

Photographer: Eric Wainwright @wainrightimages 

Cover Design by: Elise Hoffman 







Like many authors who say they have been writing as long as they can remember, Rylee is the same.

Besides writing romance, she’s an avid reader and listener of audiobooks who supports all human-created arts and lives in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee with her husband and their diva of a cat they adore.

 Rylee writes contemporary romance, sports romance, sci-fi, paranormal romance, and fantasy. She also writes contemporary romance, ranging from sweet to steamy, as well as inspirational romance, historical fiction, and romantic suspense under the name D.L. Lane.

 

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