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Revisiting My Jealous Bitchfriend, Depression

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Waterolor beautiful girl. Vector illustration of womanIn April 2015, my self-exorcism post went live.  It was, by far, the most difficult and soul-consuming blog post I had ever written.  Yet, as cleansing as it was to post, I had unfinished business with it.   A few days ago, I saw August McLaughlin, talking excitedly about her Beauty of a Woman Blogfest V, on Facebook.  Knowing the type of exposure and scrutiny my blog would receive, it was the sign I needed to revisit this post.   Here it is, in its entirety – still unedited – followed by an update, of sorts.

 

[April 15, 2016]  This post has been a long time coming, as it has been dwelling and languishing in my house of avoidance.  Typically, I composed blog posts, edited and posted them.  This one was minimally edited, against my better judgment as a wordsmith.  It needed to remain in its raw, almost draft state, in order to convey the events accurately.

I am Clinically Depressed.

No, I am not “sad” or “melancholy,” as those terms lack the depth to describe what I have felt.  Or in my case, haven’t felt.

According to Web, MD., “clinical depression is marked by a depressed mood most of the day, particularly in the morning, and a loss of interest in normal activities and relationships — symptoms that are present every day for at least 2 weeks.”  Signs and symptoms include, but are not limited to:

  • Fatigue or loss of energy almost every day
  • Feelings of worthlessness or guilt almost every day
  • Impaired concentration, indecisiveness
  • Insomnia or hypersomnia (excessive sleeping) almost every day
  • Markedly diminished interest or pleasure in almost all activities nearly every day (called anhedonia, this symptom can be indicated by reports from significant others)
  • Restlessness or feeling slowed down
  • Recurring thoughts of death or suicide
  • Significant weight loss or gain (a change of more than 5% of body weight in a month)   [Yes, there should be a proper citation here, but I need to exorcise this post from my psyche before I chicken out and retreat into my fortress of solitude.  So, fellow wordsmiths and scribes, bear with me.]
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My social life as of Fall 2011.

I started this blog when I returned to undergraduate studies to complete prerequisites to apply for nursing school.  After attaining a 3.8 GPA, being wait-listed, then accepted, I began the RN Level I course in the Fall of 2011.  The material was challenging, in ways I never expected. To say that I was ill-prepared would be a gross understatement of epic proportions.

I graduated with my BA in Criminology in 1991, so my expectations were completely inconsistent to the new way of work of higher education.    For example, I went to class with a course syllabus, notebook and pen, took notes, read my textbooks and supplementary materials, studied both and took written exams.   In 2011, there were syllabi, textbooks, e-textbooks, videos from the textbook manufacturer, YouTube videos, Power Point slides, sample tests from an outside company used as predictors for the NCLEX Board Examinations, digital records of lectures and my own personal notes.   This was for the lecture portion of the course, only.   The practical/hands-on Clinical portion had it’s own syllabus, notes, “check-off” preliminary skills practice and finally, the formal hospital rotations working directing with RNs and their patients.   I received a “B” in this class.  I was 43 years old.

Spring of 2012 brought Level II (Medical Surgical Nursing and Labor and Delivery) and Pharmacology.   I received a “B” in Pharmacology and a “D” in Level II.  My instructors revisited and regraded each of my tests and quizzes because they could not understand the disconnect between the student they saw explaining concepts to classmates and practicing safely on the hospital floor, with the final grade of 79% (D in my RN school).  My Clinical Instructor, who has sense become a good and trusted friend, asked me if I had ever been tested for Learning Disabilities.   Having gone to a major university in the 1980s/1990s, before Learning Specialists were on staff, and performing well in my classes, I never considered it.   I visited our college’s Learning Specialist who referred me to a Licensed Mental Health Therapist, specializing in Adults with Learning Disabilities.

Welcome to my nightmare.
Welcome to my nightmare.

At my first visit with  the LMHT, he tested me for Learning Disabilities and determined that I had Adult Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), with an emphasis on Distractions.  He described my brain as being a shelf with cubbieholes.  Each cubbiehole was a part of my brain and as long as each cubbie was filled, I was able to function well.  My challenges were when I had to concentrate on only one item and leave all the rest of the cubbies “empty.”  My brain would naturally want to fill them up.   In layman’s terms,  I was/am fantastic at multitasking, but terrible at concentrating on one project alone.  This served me well when I was working professionally, but was my kiss of death in Nursing school, where any tiny distractions would pull my attention away from the material I was supposed to be learning.

The college allowed me to re-slot back into a Level II course in Fall 2012, while my classmates moved on to Level III.  Along with swallowing my pride, ignoring the growing guilt about “wasting” money again, trying to ignore my feelings of inadequacy and embarrassment at having to repeat a course for the first time in my life, I retook Level II, this time with appropriate accommodations for tests, which included a quiet, private room and extra time to take the test to allow for mental “refocusing” breaks.    I don’t think I ever fully processed my personal biases against needing ADA accommodations, because I expected I would “snap out of it,” as my father suggested.   Of all the courses to repeat,  the irony and agony of retaking Level II, with its emphasis on Labor and Delivery, was not lost on me – a childless middle-aged woman.   I made it through with a “C.”

Spring of 2013, brought with it Level III (Medical Surgical Nursing, Pediatrics and Hospice Care) and Psychosocial Nursing.  I received a “B” in Psychosocial Nursing was the only person in my class of 30 students who actually looked forward to our clinical rotation with Mental Health patients, or “my people, as I began to think of them, almost immediately.   I passed Level III with a “C” and thought it was the most rewarding Medical Surgical Nursing rotation, because I had so many hands-on experiences, it re-energized me for the final semester and was working with a population very precious to me – Veterans.

Summer passed quickly and I looked forward to completing Level IV, Role Transition in Nursing and the Nursing Care Management Practicum (aka. Management rotation).  I received an “A” in Role Transition in Nursing, because it was not academically challenging, but took precious time away from my Level IV study time.   Level IV and Management ran consecutively, and in order to qualify to take Management you had to successfully complete Level IV with a “C” or better.  Adding to the pressure was the knowledge that at the end of Level IV were two exams,  the Level (or class final) exam and the ATI comprehensive test.  Students who did not pass the ATI test – a predictor for success on the NCLEX  – were ineligible to proceed to the Management rotation.   Consequently, the amount of stress we were under was tripled.  Needless to say, I cracked under the pressure and finished Level IV with a 78%, another “D.”  Ironically, once my grade was posted I felt an immediate sense of relief.   Unfortunately, I had to share the news with everyone I knew, including my parents who had changed their travel plans to ensure they could attend my RN Pinning Ceremony and Graduation.  That was probably one of the hardest phone calls I’ve ever had to make.

Additionally, at a time they should have been celebrating, my classmates were stunned, sad, and angry….very, very angry.  Out of 112 students in our Level, 27 of us failed to make the Management rotation.   As competitive as we were with each other, the nature of Nursing school (and the Nursing profession) was infinitely more congenial, team-oriented and we became  a “family.”   They wanted to know why their teammates would not finish the program with them.  And they vocalized this, loudly.   It was just before Thanksgiving  2013 and I was 44 years old.

As this was occurring, I took to my bed.

For the next two and a half months.

I dragged myself out of bed, showered and participated in holiday activities, or what I labeled, resentfully as “mandatory family fun.”   When December ended and January began, my husband, who had been my rock during this entire episode, suggested I speak to my Primary Care Physician about my “lack of moods and tired feelings” at my annual physical.   I will forever be grateful to him for this, but at the time, I simply wanted to be left alone to be in my room, pretending to read, sleep or watch funny animal videos online.

My Primary Care Physician was a Puerto Rican woman, whom I adored, admired and respected.  She was the right person to discuss my condition with me.  All of it.  The comforting numbness, the security blanket of obesity that I had started weaving around myself, the lack of interest in anything and the heart-stopping pain of knowing I had disappointed everyone…including myself.     In our typical Spanglish, we went through issues I had never discussed with a doctor.  Ironically, Nursing school deserved a great deal of the credit.  One of the skills we practiced from our first day on the floor with patients, was teaching.  I was a natural teacher and I enjoyed it.  So, if I was able to ask men in their 60s, 70s and 80s about their current sex lives, and ensure they were using condoms correctly, answering similar questions about myself should not have been a barrier.   It wasn’t.  In fact, it was the first time in my life that I had been asked many of the questions.

My doctor became concerned when we discussed my mental health. and she asked me to describe how I felt.

I never felt sad.  

I never felt happy.  

I felt mildly to severely inconvenienced and numb.

Numb.

Devoid of all emotions, feelings and sensations, as if I moved into

a fluffy, shock-absorbing, grey Cloud where all lights and sounds were muffled.  

Waking up and engaging the world required more energy than I could, or cared to, muster.   Showering, washing clothes and spending time with people entailed bracing myself for questions I had no answers to, conversations I had no desire to participate in, and were physically and mentally draining.

I had become comfortably numb, just as described by Pink Floyd.

The truth was…I liked it.  It worked for me.  On every level.

Numbness required little or no time away from wallowing in my own self-pitying disappointment.  Unfortunately, as a “responsible adult,” numbness is frowned upon as a way of life.   It prevented me from engaging in life.   I was a failure in school, unemployed and rudderless.   My security blanket of obesity had taken me past the point of being an unattractive “fat person,” and into the realm of “the invisible people” quite effectively.

To my doctor’s credit she listened.  Carefully.   She referred me to a therapist and prescribed an SSRI (Selective Serotonin Reutake Inhibitor), that I immediately researched in my Nursing Drug Guide.   Simply explained, serotonin, a neurotransmitter,  is responsible for sparking the body’s natural chemicals that control feelings of happiness and well-being. The body distributes it when needed, and then collects it, when not.   People with depression, tend to lack enough naturally-occurring serotonin,  or too much is recollected at the end of emotionally difficult or sad moments – resulting in the “numbness.”   Additionally, the SSRI prescribed me would help my lack of focus, related to my ADHD.

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“You don’t look depressed though.” Oh yeah, sorry, I forgot to bring my literal, dark raincloud with me today.

I resentfully, took the loading dose (30-90 days), and noticed a gradual change in my moods and energy levels.   Not a “magic pill,” by any means, as all it did for me was begin to dissipate my Cloud.  But, I resisted.  Dissipating the Cloud would allow the sunlight of self-exploration to take place.  It would require me to notice and acknowledge my obesity blanket and begin to reconnect with others.   I wasn’t sure I wanted to do any of that.

I really loved my Cloud, dammit.     Cloud understood me without judgment.  She was my mistress and best friend.  She was also my greatest enemy, and a jealous one at that.   That was February 2014 and I was 46.

For the next few months, I struggled to find myself.   Every day Cloud waited patiently for my return, letting me I know she loved me more than anyone, just as I was.   I am disgusted to admit that more often than not, I would let myself float into her beautiful numbness, as my medication would begin the arduous process of pulling me back out.  As I was experiencing the allure of numbness and the frightening thought of leaving Cloud behind, I stopped being a wife.  I simply was not interested in any of it.  For months, my husband would come home from work, only to find me lying in the same position I had been in when he left for work at 5:30 every morning.  Dishes went unwashed, dogs were not walked, dinner was not cooked.  His patience, already worn thin from dealing with my stress during Nursing school, disappeared.   For weeks, then months, we lived an existence of cohabiting strangers.

In October 2014, a dear friend whom I met working on political campaigns sent me a Facebook message.  He recommended me for a job as a Regional Field Canvass Director for a political action committee.  After all, I had done community organizing work for years and had  the necessary networking and human resources experience to successfully do the work.   Thinking this would be a great transition, from unemployed to temporary employment, I accepted the position.  Then lasted two days.   My husband saw me for my dinner “break” on the first day and grew concerned, as he said I was simply staring into space and speaking in tongues.  On the second day, he visited my office, helped me out of my chair, waited until I had sent my resignation email, and escorted me home.  The only word out of his mouth when he saw my work environment, was, “no.”   In fact, he called my parents and in-laws to give them his impressions of the “cold, ugly, white box” I would have to work in.   He told them, “I just got glimpses of my wife back.  I am not willing to knowingly send her into an environment that will only make her worse.”   Like I said, this man was my rock.  He knew and supported me like no other.

charlie brown teacherBut, Cloud was already there.  Soothing me, reminding me how much better I was wrapped up in my blankets at home.  She was right.

This proved to be but a minor setback and the climb out of Cloud was easier.

In December, my Father arrived for a Christmas visit, and repeated his “my daughter was confident and fearless, this is only a phase, just snap out of it,” mantra.  I heard similar versions, in various  levels of resentment from my mother, mother-in-law, and several friends – dissonance.   I have always been able to tune people out so well and quickly, that it makes my own head spin, sometimes.  Frankly, I have never cared if they knew it.

2015 arrived with a renewed, albeit cautious, sense of purpose.   And Cloud.   Always waiting patiently to embrace me in her soothing emotionless depths and play my new theme song, Bad Day by Fuel.

Before I flunked out of Nursing school a dear friend I met in Level I and I found very inexpensive tickets to New York City and planned a girls’ weekend to celebrate my graduation and Pinning.   Needless to say, I neither graduated nor received my RN pin, and now had nonrefundable tickets to New York for the four days before St. Patrick’s Day.  I asked my family to help me take the trip, and they agreed.   By now, my parents were fully paying my mortgage, so I was asking two retirees for money to take a leisure trip.  The ugliness and lack of fairness was not lost on me, but I was learning my new normal.   I had a wonderful time in New York and was reminded of when I would travel there for business, years ago.   Suddenly,  I began to see, and miss, the old me.    And Cloud knew.  She always knew.

Cloud reminded me that my “new” life was online – a mixture of reality and fantasy.  Interactions with strangers who now knew more about me than my own family.   Sharing myself in depression-themed and other chat rooms, finding kindred spirits who never asked me to change or leave the house.   Cloud approved of my new friends and generously created more space for me to experience these relationships within her numbing comfort.

Which brings me to the present, and the impetus for finally writing this post: a new friend.   A new friend who sees more of me than I am comfortable showing, and yet, accepts me as a I am.  A friend who asked me, rather audaciously,  to share how I got here.   The boldness of this request both surprised and frightened me, as it would require tracing my steps back to my bottom: the end of Nursing school.   It would mean taking responsibility for my own selfish behavior, regardless of whether or not, it was related to my Depression.   But most of all, it would necessitate a level of introspection that I had avoided.   That I have always avoided.   I would have to see my own beauty and worth and begin to tear down walls erected in my late teens and college years.   SCARY STUFF, as I preferred to see the beauty in others.  Never myself.

So, to my friend, I say, challenge accepted.  And to Cloud…bitch, you need to find another mistress.  I am 47 years old and Clinically Depressed, battered, bruised, incomplete, but not defeated.   May soothing rain fall on me and help me chase Cloud away.

Thank you Ed Sheeran for sharing Foy Vance’s angst-filled lyrics, that moved me beyond words and allowing me to cry real tears of pain for the first time in over eight, or more, years.  “Make it Rain,” indeed.

UPDATE – April 30, 2016:

I am still here.

No.  Scratch that.

I am more than simply “still here.”

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April 2016. I make crazy look GOOD, people.

I am a a better version of myself.  Still sassy, snarky, loud and opinionated, but also a little wiser and more gentle on myself.   Still obese, but 30 pounds lighter than I was at Christmas time. Listening to my body and working out with that tiny English dynamo, Gemma Fountain, while embarking on a journey as a Plexus Ambassador with my Sister-in-Law.  While still high, my “bad” cholesterol (LDL) and liver enzymes (indicators of possible inflammation and impaired function), are only one number out of “normal” range.   I have more energy, my libido is back and I feel like participating in life, for the first time, in a very long time.   I am still an extroverted introvert, who loves to socialize, then regroups by spending quiet time at home with her dogs, working, reading or chatting online.  And, at 48, I KNOW I look good and can still rock a side ponytail, like it’s the 80s  or 90s.

Thanks to Paxil, mental health therapy, a primary care doctor who is not afraid to say, “lose weight and clean up your eating habits,” my very own Drill Instructor/US Army Veteran #10 Can ‘o Whoopass Facilitator/Husband, family, friends, classmates and K9 kids.   It has taken a village.

Dominant Persuasion’s Author Spotlights – Bella Juarez

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I’ve been a fan of Bella Juarez’s for several years, having become addicted to her “Black Ops Brotherhood,” series. She was one, of a select few authors, who featured strong Latinas as heroines, in a sea of “New Adult,” early-20-somethings mania.

Bella’s characters were unique in that they were “Everywomen.” Many were middle-aged, yet in the prime of life. They were intelligent, confident, and fully embraced themselves as sexual beings…with some scorchingly sexy, strong men at their sides.

I am looking forward to the “Dominant Persuasion” Anthology, and “Out of Touch,” in particular, because it is based in my stopping grounds of the Tampa Bay area. I’m interested in how Bella handles the dynamic between a Domme and her gentleman love, who just happens to be a Dom. It should make for an erotically good time! Can’t wait!

Welcome to Sunshine Reads!

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BIO:

BellaBella Juarez has a passion for writing and tells her stories with a high level of military suspense and erotic romance. A few years ago, Bella was an IT technician with a craving for military and espionage history and would devour anything, fact or fiction, about the subject. Today, she lives on a south Texas ranch with her family and dogs.

With stories of intrigue running through her imagination, she always dreamed of writing a novel. Finally, in 2012, she wrote and released Rapid Dominance, book 1 of the Black Ops Brotherhood Series. Since then, she has released five more novels in this series. Branching out, she’s written three erotic romance novellas all with military elements.

Her stories blend today’s headlines into thought provoking, intricate plots interwoven with razor-sharp suspense, intrigue, and scorching, white-hot romance.

Bella’s idea of a perfect day starts out…

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Top Ten Reasons “Secretary” Beats “50 Shades of Grey” – SundanceTV

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I mentioned how poorly 50 Shades of Grey, tries to depict a D/s or BDSM relationship, in a few earlier posts.  This article illustrated it more concisely than I could.

Top Ten Reasons “Secretary” Beats “50 Shades of Grey” – SundanceTV.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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Today, I reflect back on a difficult year of discovery.  Several new people who have come into, and out of, my life have taught me to remain true to my convictions.  Those who passed through,  temporarily,  served to remind me that words must be congruent with actions, in order to be true.  The others have been added to my list of friends.

I am thankful for my family, friends and health.   Hubby and our four K9 kids are
my touchstones to God. They keep me grounded in the present and love.

May today, and the next year be filled with blessing to you and yours.   Happy Thanksgiving!

A-Z Challenge: “A” is for “Aiden” – Book Trailer Reveal for Gina Maxwell’s “Fighting for Irish”

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AHe’ll fight for her life. She’ll fight for his love.

Former MMA fighter Aiden “Irish” O’Brien hasn’t stepped into the ring since he accidentally took someone’s life in the heat of rage. When his friend calls in a favor that sends him south to check on family, Irish figures he’s got nothing to lose. His life is on the ropes. The least he can do is make sure the sexy redhead is safe.Maxwell-Fighting For Irish

Kat MacGregor has forty-eight hours to settle the twenty thousand dollar debt her deadbeat ex-boyfriend owes a crime boss. If she doesn’t, she’ll pay for it—with her life. Kat’s halfway out the door when a sexy new guy walks into the bar and insists he’s there to help.

Irish is forced to fight in the underground MMA circuit to win the money she needs. But he’s been lying to Kat. About who he is, about knowing her sister, about why he comes home bruised every night. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him, but breaking her trust will cost him the most important fight of his life: the one for her heart.

Here is the link to my 5-Star Review.  Enjoy the book trailer for “Fighting for Irish!”


About the Author:

Gina L. Maxwell is a shameless romance addict with no intentions of ever kicking the habit.

Gina L Maxwell promo photoGrowing up she dreamed of helping people escape reality with her acting abilities…until college when she realized she had none to speak of.   Another ten years passed before she discovered a different means to accomplishing the same dream: writing stories of love and passion for addicts just like her.  Her debut novel, Seducing Cinderella, landed on the USA Today and NY Times Bestseller lists in less than a month.

Now she splits her time between writing more books and acting as Boss of the world’s first organized romance mafia, the Maxwell Mob.Thanks to the support she receives from her amazing family, Gina is finally able to live her dream of bringing a little romantic fantasy to the world, one steamy novel at a time.

Find out more about Gina on her website, follow her on Twitter, and Pinterest and like her Facebook page.

 

 

 

4-Enchanted Stars for A.D. Marrow’s “Love and Other Cosmic Nonsense” – Book Review

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Breaking it off with her long-time non-magical boyfriend, Evan, was for his own good. At least that’s what Maggie Owen tells herself. After all, a witch and a human can have no future together. Her vision told her so. But now it seems the universe is exacting revenge for upsetting the balance of what “should be” and her heart is telling her she was wrong. 

Evan Jackson can’t believe his bad luck. It’s been a year since Maggie broke his heart, and now his business partner has hired her as their new receptionist. Fine, they need the help. But no way will he let her get close again. He can’t take another heartbreak from the woman he still dreams about, even if it feels like there’s still a magical pull between them. 

Being in the same building with Evan is a start, but it’s going to take more than Maggie’s special talents and a wink to get the hard-hearted bad-boy to see that love is really more than just cosmic nonsense and set the universe back into balance. 

 

My Review:

Take Bewitched, mix in a little Miami Ink For a Bewitching Debut – 4 Enchanted Stars

Disclaimer: While I received a complimentary copy of this book from the author for an honest review, I enjoyed the book so much I purchased it for my ebookshelf.

This lovers-reunited novella, found Maggie Owen accepting a job at the very tattoo shop co-owned by her ex-boyfriend, Evan Jackson. In a cosmically ironic turn of events, their reunion was the impetus they needed to face their strong feelings for each other and the reasons for their breakup. There were several naughty, but not overtly explicit, sex scenes, that pulled readers in, as Maggie and Evan’s personal barriers were torn down and their mutual desire heated up. They had to look past their surface attraction, to the deep feelings underneath and both learned to accept the other’s gifts, including Maggie’s magical connection.

Annabel, Maggie’s sister and Liam, Evan’s business partner and friend, rounded out the cast and there were hints of a possible love match for Liam in future books. These secondary characters were even funnier and snarkier than the lead characters. My favorite quote was delivered by Annabel as she described Evan, “Maggie, the man looks like Aphrodite and David Gandy had a love baby. He loves art and building stuff. He likes puppies. He volunteers at a soup kitchen. His favorite movie is Love Actually for heaven’s sake.” (Marrow, A. D. (2014-03-24). Love and Other Cosmic Nonsense (Entangled Covet) (Kindle Locations 246-247). Entangled Publishing, LLC. Kindle Edition.) Who wouldn’t fall for a tattooed good boy, like that?

My only note was that the story was too short. I know A.D. Marrow planned to continue the series but this reader would have enjoyed some flashbacks to the characters’ “meet cute,” “first date,” or “first sex scene.” The length did not detract from the story – I just wanted more! However, fans of Entangled books will be pleasantly surprised with at least one cameo from another author’s popular MMA fighter series.

I look forward to Ms. Marrow’s future books and recommend Love and Other Cosmic Nonsense (Entangled Covet) for those days when you need a short, sweet and funny happily ever after to curl up with on a cold or rainy day.

Review links: Amazon and Goodreads.

 

About the Author:

Author A.D. Marrow
Author A.D. Marrow

A.D Marrow is a  a registered Sapiophile, a proud Geek since before Geek was chic and believes that everyone deserves a happily ever after. She lives in the foothills of North Carolina with her ridiculously hot and amazingly supportive husband, three kids that rock so hard there should be a national holiday for their awesomeness, two really stupid dogs and a plethora of Post-it notes with book ideas to last her until she’s 90.

Her childhood dream is realized in the fact that YOU have cause to read her bio. She hopes that one day, it lends her enough credibility to live out her second dream, which is to write an episode of “Doctor Who.

Her personal mantra echoes that of Morticia Adams; “Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.”

You can find A.D. on her websiteFacebook, Twitter and Pinterest.

5-Stars for Robin Covington’s “Sex and the Single Vamp” – Book Review

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Cici Trent, vampire and media darling, spends her days finding true love for humans and supernaturals (the “Others”) at her dating agency. But someone is trying to sabotage her business and she needs help. Unfortunately, the best man for the job is the one who broke her still-beating heart two hundred fifty-four years ago.

Deacon is a patient vampire. He’s only loved one woman in over three hundred years— CiCi— and she chose another. So when she shows up in his office asking for help, he finally has the chance to lay that demon to rest. He’ll help her, but for a price—a night in his bed.

Adrenaline, mischief, and a little late-night B&E light the passion that even a couple of lifetimes couldn’t put out. But Deacon has a secret and when Cici is suddenly mortal, his deception might be the only way restore her immortality. Can love bridge the gap between a heartbeat and forever?

My review:

I went through a huge vampire phase and devoured every popular series starring vampires – from Anne Rice’s darkly tortured The Vampire Chronicles to Charlaine Harris’ Southern Vampire Mysteries, also known as the “Sookie Stackhouse” novels to Stephanie Meyer Twilight Series series. I was “all-vampyred” out! Not only did I stop reading all vampire stories, when they began to resemble these popular series, I avoided all by J.R. Wards’ Black Dagger Brotherhood. Vampires became passé to me and romance genres had jumped the proverbial shark with them. I was happy in my animal shifter world, with warm-blooded wolves, lions, tigers and bears….oh my. Yummy, yummy bears.

When I heard Robin Covington was writing a vampire novel I was intrigued. She was one of my favorite contemporary romance authors and I gave her the benefit of the doubt.

Reunited After 200 Years. A Blessing or a Curse?

Robin Covington’s paranormal debut was a hit! I was a fan of her books – the Boys are Back in Town (A Night of Southern Comfort, His Southern Temptation, Sweet Southern Betrayal) series and Playing the Part. Even though I was on a self-imposed ‘vampire strike,’ avoiding all vampire books after many years of devouring them, I decided to read Sex and the Single Vamp with an open mind. I received a complimentary copy of Sex and the Single Vamp, and was not disappointed!

I already knew Ms. Covington had purposefully taken a new direction with this book. Both main characters, Felicity ‘Cici’ Trent and Thomas Samuel Deacon (aka. Deacon) were vampires at the beginning of the story. Over two hundred years after their first meeting, Cici sought out Deacon’s help because someone was sabotaging her business. Deacon agreed to help her, if she spent a night in his bed.
Suspense-filled reunion. Check.

Two-hundred-year-old unrequited feelings. Check.

Layers of lies, secrets and mistrust. Check.

Smoking hot and poignant sex. Check.

Deacon may be Ms. Covington’s most tortured hero. This was no easy feat, as several of her alpha men are former/active duty military with layers of sublimated pain. Deacon balanced a dichotomy between the sexy, honorable soldier and a ruthless vampire killer, which made him an alpha hero we rooted for more and more as the story developed. At the same time, Cici faced her fears, acted on her desires and embraced her true power. Midway through the action, Ms. Covington provided an interesting plot twist that forced this well-matched pair to revisit two-hundred years of pain and unanswered questions.

Ms. Covington’s talent for subtly tackling themes of discrimination and loss were integral parts of the story. Her secondary characters, Mya and Andy are the voices of reason; adding comic relief and the swift kick in the pants that Cici and Deacon needed to open up their hearts to each other. The suspense built, as we learned more about her diverse world of Others and their human counterparts. I hope she writes Andy, Mya and Ramirez’s stories in the future.

I highly recommend Sex and the Single Vamp, as a sensually, pleasant departure from the typical vampire tale.

Review links: Amazon and Goodreads.

About the Author:

Author Robin Covington
Author Robin Covington

Robin Covington, who NYT Best Selling authors, Robyn Carr and Carly Phillips, said was their new “auto-buy author”, writes sizzling hot contemporary and paranormal romance.

A Night of Southern Comfort, her best-selling debut novel was a 2012 finalist in the RT Book Reviews Reviewers Choice Awards, earned 4.5 stars and was touted by RT Book Reviews as bringing a “fresh, modern feel to the genre while still sticking to the things that get our adrenaline pumping — sex and danger”. When she’s not exploring the theme of fooling around and falling in love, she’s collecting tasty man candy, indulging in a little comic book geek love, and stalking Joe Manganiello.

Robin is a member of the Romance Writers of America, the Washington and Maryland Romance Writers, a faculty member at Romance University, a member of the Waterworld Mermaids, and a contributor to the Happy Ever After blog at USA Today. You can find Robin on her website, Facebook, Pinterest, and Twitter (@RobinCovington).

Robin lives in Maryland with her hilarious husband, brilliant children, and ginormous puppies.