Award Winning Best Selling Florida Author Yvonne Mason

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Networking and Word of Mouth

I come from the old school style of promotion and networking – for you youngsters ie post internet it was called word of mouth. What people did is this- My father had his own heating and A/C Business which he started in 1948. He holds the oldest license in the State of GA. for that business. He is now 85 years young and still even after all these years gets phone calls from grandchildren and greatgrandchildren of his old customers who started out with him all those many years ago. My Dad never placed an ad in the paper, never had an ad in the phone book and never paid for an ad on the TV in fact for years we didn’t even own a TV. What he did have was his work ethic, his word and is business cards. He carried those three things with him everywhere he went. He handed out his business cards to people in the grocery store, at church, in the dime store. People he was standing in line with.

His cards have traveled many miles in many places from south of Atlanta to as far north of Atlanta you can get without being out of the state. He worked on everything from water heaters- to gas heaters to floor furnaces to the new fangled water pump – computer units. His profession has spanned four generations. He stood by his product and his service. His reputation was one of impeccable stature. His business grew because he was known and when someone needed the job done they were told to call my Dad.

My point is this. I have embraced the internet made it my friend. I know how to promote and market myself and my work. However, that being said, my grounding came from my Dad and my Mom who taught me old school. The handshake, the face to face, the “I know somebody”.  They taught me how to carry my self in such a way that when I shake a hand or hand out my card it means something. It not just a motion I go through- It is personal! When I market on the internet it is personal – I am not just a faceless name trying to peddle my craft. I believe in my readers and I believe in my craft. That was not learned on the net. That was taught to me at the feet of my Dad and Mom.

That brings me to my next point. I belong to a networking group of women that meets once a month somewhere in Port St. Lucie. We meet for several reasons. One is to share our expertise whatever it may be. Two is to network with others to share their expertise- in other words we market each other. We learn about each other on a personal and professional level. We bond as women and as professionals. Then we enhance that by using the technology of the internet. We have the best of both worlds.

Contrary to popular belief- the internet does not take the place of old school. It will inhibit your ability to really shine if you do not get out in the real world. The internet is not – I repeat is not the real world. It is a curtain that we have learned to hide behind because most of us are not comfortable with who we are or what we have to sale. So we use the internet as our escape.

The internet should only be a tool to help us to succeed. Not the means. Nothing takes the place of that warm handshake that eye to eye contact. That excitement when we talk about our craft face to face. There is no emotion on the internet. IT is just a dumb grey box.

I am so grateful for the old school experience. So grateful that my parents taught me how to deal with people from the time I was five years old and had to answer the business phone. I am so grateful that I had to learn to put aside my shyness of strangers and to put my hand out to shake a strangers and introduce myself. It has helped to mold me into the success I am today.

People want to see the person behind the curtain. They want to interact with the person they are doing business with. They are tired as I am of pressing buttons and talking to a machine. They want to talk to a real person.

I have made so many wonderful friends both professionally and personally in Networkers for Women. They have not only been there for me professionally but personally as well. It would not have happened had it not been face to face- sitting down and talking- having lunch- sharing ideas- thoughts and feelings.

Yes, the internet is a great tool- it is not the only tool nor is it a personal tool- Old School is still the best foundation for success. The internet just enhances it. Remember that the next time you want  to  make a contact – face to face or a phone call is so much more personal and much more impressionable. Remember you can only make one great first impression anything after that is secondary. Why not make it the best it can be. A firm handshake and a direct look in the eye.

May 10, 2013 Posted by | Marketing | , , , , , | Leave a Comment

Pennies from Heaven Has Gone to the Editor

Pennies From Heavan

Pennies From Heaven

 

For those of you who have been waiting for this little book of strength and comfort know that it has made its way to the editor. The next step is the publisher. The stories are as varied at the people who contributed to them.     Below is just one story of the many which are included in this book: Bear in mind this is the raw copy – which includes any errors which were corrected in the final draft. Many of the contributors are not professional writers they are just people who have a story to tell. These wonderful people offered to not only open their hearts and the pain of loss but they were also willing to put in on paper. A huge thanks go out to them.

 

 

Still Daddy’s Girl

My parents married for the first time, later on in life. I was born when they were in their 30′s. I was born on New Year’s Eve the following year, and was “Daddy’s girl” from the get go.

My Dad and I always had a very close relationship. He was a very loving Father, and put mine and my Sister’s needs before anything else in life. He did without, so we could have what we needed, or went without to give us “special, little things that would make us happy.”

He always had time for us. Every summer, he would put up a swimming pool for our enjoyment. He loved to take us fishing during the summer, and he would take us to carnivals, and to Peony Park which was an amusement park, here in Omaha, so we could ride the rides and play the games… I can still remember the good times we had, and the happiness, closeness and love that it left in my heart.

My Dad looked out for us in every way possible. Like any child, I thought he was being mean or controlling, when I would get chewed out or lectured “as I called it,” but he was always right and it was love coming from his heart, trying to protect his “little girl.” Dad’s thoughtfulness and wise words and kind heart made me the person that I am today, and I am proud of who I have become.

Throughout my life, my Dad and I always had a special bond. When I grew up, I would take care of him when he got older, just as he took care of me, and that is exactly what I did. I took care of him and my Mother in every way possible.

My Dad’s way of dealing with death was cut and dried. People died, you went to their funerals and paid your respects. He wasn’t one to believe in life after death.

After my paternal Grandmother’s death (his Mother) I had some experiences with life after death. I was very close to my Grandmother also. I told my Dad and my Mom about my experiences. My Mom believed me, because she has had “life after death experiences also.” My Dad was not a believer of such things and tried to debunk my experiences, even though I know in my heart my Grandma was trying to let me know that she was with me and still loved me.

My Dad had a long, chronic illness that was slowly killing him. I was very lucky to have him with me until 2010, when he turned 87 years old. In 2010 he was struggling worse than ever, and I knew that our time together was limited.

 

Decisions had to be made on whether to have them put a tube down his throat, to help him breathe, or to let him die with “dignity.” He had always taken care of me and even though I didn’t want my Dad, “who was my heart to die,” I had to make sure that he was comfortable and let him go peacefully, without suffering.

When the decision was made to let my Dad go, I didn’t leave his side. I held his hand and talked to him, and made sure he was comfortable. I thought that he would pass on quickly, but my Dad held on for several days, which I was believe “for his girls.”

 

About a week before my Dad died, he was in the hospital, and still talking. I remember Dad looking towards the door of the hospital room, when I was there, and he said “there’s Donnie, why don’t you go talk to him!” His brother “Donnie” had died around 8 years earlier. When he told me to go and talk to my Uncle Don, and he said it with such clarity, and I could tell by the look on his face he was truly seeing his brother. I knew that, Donnie had come to take him “home,” even before the thought of “letting Dad go” was even considered.

 

Another thing that my Dad was doing around the same time was, “acting like he was reaching into his pant pocket,” even though he was wearing a hospital gown. He kept doing this and “handing something to me.” He wanted me to open my hand so he could,  “put something in my hand.” I went along with it, because it was obviously something important to him, because he kept repeating this task. I asked him what he was giving me and he said “the keys.” I believe that he thought that he was reaching into his pants pocket and giving me the “keys to the house because he wanted me to have the house and remain in our home.”

 

I made the mistake of not responding to “taking the keys” and despite his 87 years of age and being so sick, his feistiness came out. He got a wee bit snippety and told me to “take the keys.” So, from there on out, he would reach into his pocket, take out the keys, I would take them from him and put them in my pants pocket. He repeated this, to make sure that I had the keys.

 

My Dad always liked to look nice when he went somewhere to visit. He would always be clean shaven, and smelling of cologne, and dressed in his nice pants and a nice shirt. Before his death, he couldn’t talk, but he took his hand and rubbed his chin area. He hadn’t  shaved for about a week. I asked him if he wanted me to shave him, and he shook his head “yes.”

 

I asked the nurse to shave him because I didn’t want to cut him with my unsteady hands. She shaved him and I took a wash cloth and washed his face, and wet his hair down and combed it back like he would wear it, and I told him “you can go now, you are Heaven’s little hottie.”

 

Later that night we were moved to a much nicer room on another floor because the ICU was needing the room. We had a newly remodeled room and my Sister slept on the couch and I took the recliner, and held his hand in mine, and we all fell asleep. The nurse woke me, to tell me “that it was getting close.” His breathing was getting shallow. Within 15 minutes or so, my Dad was gone, and my heart was breaking.

 

Once again, I looked at his face, as I had done with my Mom. All of the years of suffering and the lines on his 87 year old face disappeared. He looked happy and so peaceful! He looked so young, and happy again.

 

After my Dad’s passing I was going through some major depression. I had lost my Mom in 2009 and now my Dad in 2010. Other than my Sister, that was my only family. I was struggling to find a job, had people in my life that “claimed to be friends,” but were treating me terribly, and trying to take advantage of my kind heart. The people that said that they would be there for me, bailed and I was left alone or with people that were not treating me right, and I was hurting so badly, that I excepted that, when I should have slammed the door in their face.

 

My Dad had warned me about one of these people, when he was alive and I lived in “major denial,” and would get angry because of “the lectures.” This person was trying to take advantage of me and brought others into the picture. My life turned into a living hell in every way possible, and I can truly say that I had hit my rock bottom, and really didn’t want to be on this earth, living like this any longer.

 

There were people living in my household that I could not get out of here. They would not leave and the police said that they were “residents” and I would have to do a “legal eviction” which takes 30 days, so they could stay. There was stealing going on, and other things that were terribly wrong. I would sit here and cry and was giving up on my life.

 

I would cry myself into panic attacks, then would fall asleep. I would pray and talk to my Dad, even though I knew that he wasn’t with me and couldn’t help me. I would feel my Dad’s presence with me though. I felt like he was listening. One day, I realized that he was still with me.

 

I was sitting in the recliner watching TV, and I caught something out of the corner of my eye. I looked over towards the hallway, and saw my Dad, walking through the hallway.

 

He was not looking sickly and 87 years of age, but instead he looked young, and healthy again. I would see him from his head down to his chest. He was young looking again. He looked like he was maybe in his 40’s or 50’s. He was wearing a light weight, gray jacket that he always wore in the spring. He would walk from the upstairs door in the hallway, and then disappear at the end of the hall. This gave me comfort knowing that my Dad was still here with me, and he knew what was going on, and listening.

 

I had seen my Dad several times in the same exact place, and wearing the same exact thing. It eased my heart to know that my Dad, who did not believe in life after death, was visiting me when I needed him the most. Daddy was looking out for his little girl and this was easing some of the pain and helping me get through the things that I had been goingthrough.

 

Throughout this time, I never mentioned this to anyone.  One of my roommates came up to me though, and mentioned that he thought he saw my Dad. Well, before I opened my mouth and said anything, I asked him what he looked like, and he gave me the same exact description:  he looked younger and healthy, and  he would only see the upper half of him and he was wearing the same gray jacket. Now I knew that my Dad was making his presence known.

 

Over the next month or so, I would see my Dad. Even though we did not have any interaction, it gave me great comfort to know that he was there for me and I believe he is the reason that I struggled to go on, and got my household situation straightened out, and I was able to start my life over.

 

It means the world to me, knowing that my Dad of all people, the person that didn’t believe in “life after death,” made his presence known, and helped me in my darkest time. My Dad is still “my hero” even though he may not be physically with me right now, I know that he is still with me. I love you Dad, you are my heart!

 

Sharons father

Sharon J. Sobolik                                 Sharons’ Father

May 6, 2013 Posted by | Books | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a Comment

Soon to Be Released Pennies from Heaven

Pennies From Heavan

Pennies From Heaven

 

How many times have you lost someone and felt emotions that you didn’t know you were capable of feeling? How many times did you question those feelings? How many times did you try to repress those feelings because you thought they were the wrong feelings? Did you get angry at God and then feel bad because you did? Were you angry at the person who died and then felt guilty because you were angry? Did you lash out at someone who was still living because you were angry at them for still being alive? Did you fall into a depression and not understand why? Do you feel stuck in a time warp and do not know how to move forward?

Pennies from Heaven is a compilation of stories from folks just like you who have lost ones.  Maybe by reading this book it will help you in some way with the grieving process- the acceptance and the ability to move forward.

 

 

May 5, 2013 Posted by | Books | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a Comment

My latest Radio Interview

Last  Sunday night I was interviewed on Final Cut Radio. It was a fun filled and interesting interview. The hour flew by. We didn’t discuss half of the things on our list. But we did get in my book Dream Catcher Failure Was Never an Option as well as the stalker I had. An artist knows they have arrived when they get a stalker. Go to this link and listen http://finalcutradio.com/?p=105  if you missed the show.

Dream Catcher Failure Was Never An Option

Dream Catcher Failure Was Never An Option

 

 

May 2, 2013 Posted by | Radio Interview | , , , , , , | 3 Comments

On Death and Grief

Pennies From Heavan

Pennies From Heaven

Death comes to all of us sooner or later. It is as much a part of life as living. Because death is an unknown we do not know how to handle it when we lose someone we love. We have a hole that will not close. We feel a loss that will not leave. We feel anger, hurt, sadness, denial and many other emotions. We are not taught about death and grief because as human beings we live in denial. If we don’t think about it – then it will not happen. Or it happens to others not us.

I have been dealing with death since I was a child. People I loved have been dying ever since I can remember. Thankfully I had parents that taught me not only about death but about grief. They were wise enough to teach me that every one grieves differently- everyone has to find their own level of acceptance. (Some never do) -

Pennies from Heaven is about death and grief. It is not the usual how to book- Those are a waste of time. Pennies from Heaven is stories gathered far and wide written by others who have been there. Some who fell into the abyss and had to find their way out. It is not a book about making people “get over it”. One never gets over a death- one only learns how to move forward with the hole in their heart.

The beauty of this book is this- not only is it filled with stories of death and grief it is filled with stories of those who have gone on – being near those left behind. There are stories of beloved pets who have crossed over to Rainbow Bridge- Yes, I included those because they are a part of our lives- we love them and when we lose them it is painful- It does leave a hole in our hearts.

I highly recommend this book- It is not morbid nor is it hand slapping funny. It is a mixture of emotions much like we feel when we grieve. If this little book helps just one person learn to move forward while holding on to those memories which are so dear it will have been worth it. I know it has already helped the story tellers to heal.

Pennies From Heaven will be released in the next two months. I will post as soon as it hits the market.

May 2, 2013 Posted by | Books | , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a Comment

Yes, I will be on the Radio Again This Sunday Night Tune In

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This Sunday Evening at 7:45PM I will once again be on the radio. Be sure and tune in as you never know what I will wind up discussing. It can be anything from my books to my stalker to my fans to my haters – nothing is off limits.  The beauty of technology is you can listen in the comfort of your easy chair because it is all on the internet. It should be an hour of laughter and fun. So come on by and join us. I know Christopher will have a chat room open for all you questions. Can’t wait to see you there.

 

April 26, 2013 Posted by | Events | , , , , | Leave a Comment

The Third in the Series is Coming When Fates Collide – Arm Candy

When Fates Collide - Arm Candy

 

 

Yep, it is coming the third in the When Fates Collide Series. This adventure takes Alex and Hope along with the rest of the cast of characters to St. Marteen in the Caribbean. This time they have to pick up not one but two of their quarry.  But the fun doesn’t stop there. They enlist the help of some friends of theirs out of Key West. The one and only Lola and her sidekicks Vicky Lane and Penelope.

You only thought that you laughed out loud when you read the first two – this one will leave you breathless.

When Fates Collide

When Fates Collide

When Fates Collide Mardi Gras Bound

When Fates Collide Mardi Gras Bound

The Pink Canary

The Pink Canary

April 23, 2013 Posted by | Andrea Dean Van Scoyoc and Yvonne Mason | , , , , , , | Leave a Comment

I Just Want to Say Thank You!

The last two days have been interesting to say the least.  With that said I want to say a big thank you to several groups of people. First thank you to all of you who have stood by me while dealing with someone who for lack of a better work has an agenda. This person has gone to everyone of my books on Amazon and made statements that relate to the books in no way what so ever. Second she contacted other reviewers who posted reviews on my books. I did a rebuttal  as is my right, to my site. This person was hoping to start a firestorm of  I don’t know what.  The only thing it has done is drive up my numbers for my site. Thank you for that.

For those of you who think differently – understand this is my site, I pay for it. I choose or not choose the content. If I choose to post a rebuttal to a review again that is my right. You exercised your right to write the review in the first place. It was my choice to post my rebuttal here.  The only difference is I also choose to use my name. My philosophy is if you have the balls to post a review then at least have the balls to post your name and not stand behind initials, a made up name or the ever popular anonymous. When I see that I see someone that has something to hide.

As I have stated before I do not write any of my books especially my true crime like any other writer. It is not for everyone. That being said, if you don’t like it- fine get your money back. But understand- that if I don’t appreciate your take on it – I also have the right to state it. One person just told me that basically deal with it. No, I don’t think so. Opinions are two way streets- everyone has one. I am entitled to mine just as you are entitled to yours.  So don’t whine to me or blast me when I do a rebuttal. You put yourself out there when you posted your review.

The messages I have received, the stuff that has been posted on Amazon the last two days is childish and has absolutely nothing to do with my craft. For someone to post what was posted and to try to stir up a firestorm is almost laughable.

Those of us who write for a living know how hard it is. We know what it takes to make it. I have been threatened by the best. Believe me this isn’t it. I will continue to write and sell books. I will continue to have readers.

Those who continue their quest of destruction – you only hurt yourself. The last I heard this is still America. I still have the right to post my opinion. If you can not stand the heat please stay out of my kitchen.  If a review is posted that I take issue with I will continue to rebutt it. Get over it. Sending me nasty messages, trying to post ugly comments and going to other people will not change that. But please keep trying the more you hit this site the more it goes up thank you.

To those of you who know me know that I do not suffer fools lightly. I have no patience for them and I refuse to attend to their behavior. When it comes to those things that I am passionate about and feel strongly about I will fight to the death for them. You also know that I am usually very tolerant. You also know that when I have had enough. I am almost to that point.

Today I received a note from a publisher who was appalled at this person’s behavior. I am sure  that if this publisher had seen everything they would still be shaking their head.

That being said, I guess I have finally arrived. I have a stalker- not the first time. My second husband taught me well. He was the best at stalking. This stalker is trying to engage others to that level. Do yourselves a big favor don’t be drawn into her web. You all are better than that. Understand you have your opinion I have mine. Deal with it. That is pretty much what you have said to me.

I will continue to post what I  choose on this site as I said before it is my site. I pay for it. Just as you will continue to do whatever it is you do.

This is my public service announcement you are now free to move about the country.

 

April 16, 2013 Posted by | Rants | , , , , , | 2 Comments

For those of You Who Know Me Know Better

I found this on my Amazon page this morning! This was after a night of being Harassed all night by this person known here as Sannis Maqee her real name is Ina Goodling.  Those of you who know me know that I do not suffer fools lightly. I also do not make threats like this and neither does anyone I know. This woman is a danger to herself and probably others. She was not happy because early last year she posted a review on one of my books. It was not a nice review and when I posted it her on my blog using her name which is what she used. She took offense. I do not know what her problem is- however for her to make a statement like this proves to me that she is not stable.

I get hate mail- we all do as writers. But this is absurd- She has no clue -

 

 

 

 

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Alex and Hope Mardi Gras Bound A Morgan and Harrington Mystery (When Fates Collide)
Alex and Hope Mardi Gras Bound A Morgan and Harrington Mystery (When Fates Collide)
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1.0 out of 5 stars Yvonne Mason sent me death threats for giving her a negative book review!, April 14, 2013

I am not kidding! Be careful what you say about her, or the same may happen to you. She posted horrible things about me using my real name on her blog for all the world to see, and then she didn’t even tell me about it. I discovered it myself over a YEAR later. When I tried confronting her on her blog, she deleted my posts and had some of her male followers send me death threats on Facebook.


When Fates Collide (n/a)
When Fates Collide (n/a)
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1.0 out of 5 stars Yvonne Mason sent me death threats over a negative review!, April 14, 2013

I am not kidding! Be careful what you say about her, or the same may happen to you. She posted horrible things about me using my real name on her blog for all the world to see, and then she didn’t even tell me about it. I discovered it myself over a YEAR later. When I tried confronting her on her blog, she deleted my posts and had some of her male followers send me death threats on Facebook.


Tangled Minds
Tangled Minds
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1.0 out of 5 stars This author sent me death threats over a negative review!, April 14, 2013
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I am not kidding! Be careful what you say about her, or the same may happen to you. She posted horrible things about me using my real name on her blog for all the world to see, and then she didn’t even tell me about it. I discovered it myself over a YEAR later. When I tried confronting her on her blog, she deleted my posts and had some of her male followers send me death threats on Facebook.


Stan's Story: A Touch of Love
Stan’s Story: A Touch of Love
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1.0 out of 5 stars This author sent me death threats!!!, April 14, 2013

I am not kidding! All because I wrote a negative review on one of her books. Be careful what you say about her, or the same may happen to you. She posted horrible things about me using my real name on her blog for all the world to see, and then she didn’t even tell me about it. I discovered it myself over a YEAR later. When I tried confronting her on her blog, she deleted my posts and had some of her male followers send me death threats on Facebook.


A Voice from the Grave
A Voice from the Grave
by Yvonne Mason
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1.0 out of 5 stars This author sent me death threats over a negative review!, April 14, 2013

I’m not kidding! Be careful what you say about her, or the same may happen to you. She posted horrible things about me using my real name on her blog for all the world to see, and then she didn’t even tell me about it. I discovered it myself over a YEAR later. When I tried confronting her on her blog, she deleted my posts and had some of her male followers send me death threats on Facebook.


Blood Alley (A Short Story)
Blood Alley (A Short Story)
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1.0 out of 5 stars This author sent me death threats for giving her a negative review!, April 14, 2013

I am not kidding! Be careful what you say about her, or the same may happen to you. She posted horrible things about me using my real name on her blog for all the world to see, and then she didn’t even tell me about it. I discovered it myself over a YEAR later. When I tried confronting her on her blog, she deleted my posts and had some of her male followers send me death threats on Facebook.


A Voice from the Grave
A Voice from the Grave
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1.0 out of 5 stars This author publicly humiliated me and sent me death threats for writing a negative review, April 14, 2013

Be careful what you say about her, or the same may happen to you! I’m not the only reviewer she’s smeared on her public blog. She posted horrible things about me using my real name on her blog for all the world to see, and then she didn’t even tell me about it. I discovered it myself over a YEAR later. When I tried confronting her on her blog, she deleted my posts and had some of her male followers send me death threats on Facebook.


Silent Scream
Silent Scream
by Yvonne Mason
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1.0 out of 5 stars This author publicly humiliated me and sent me death threats for writing a negative review, April 14, 2013
This review is from: Silent Scream (Paperback)

Be careful what you say about her, or the same may happen to you. She posted horrible things about me using my real name on her blog for all the world to see, and then she didn’t even tell me about it. I discovered it myself over a YEAR later. When I tried confronting her on her blog, she deleted my posts and had some of her male followers send me death threats on Facebook.

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The Pink Canary
The Pink Canary
by Yvonne Mason
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1.0 out of 5 stars This author has publicly humiliated me and sent me death threats for giving her a negative review, April 14, 2013
This review is from: The Pink Canary (Paperback)

Be careful what you say about her, or the same may happen to you. She posted horrible things about me using my real name on her blog for all the world to see, and then she didn’t even tell me about it. I discovered it myself a YEAR later. When I tried confronting her on her blog, she deleted my posts and had some of her male followers send me death threats on Facebook.

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April 15, 2013 Posted by | Hate Mail | Leave a Comment

Debi DeSantos Has Done it Again- She has Made the Perfect Cover for My Book

When Fates Collide - Arm Candy

 

Yep it is coming!!!! The exciting third in the when Fates Collide Series is in the oven – The wicked Andrea Dean Van Scoyoc and I are again taking Alex Morgan and Hope Harrington and their merry band of  misfits in on the hunt again. This time in St. Maarten an island in the Caribbean. This time Hope is going to be Arm Candy. You must read the first two and The Pink Canary to catch up with all the players in the thigh slapping- rib hugging comedy as Alex and Hope get their man and woman. There are two new Characters which show up in Arm Canay that are from The Pink Canary a stand alone.

When Fates Collide

When Fates Collide

When Fates Collide Mardi Gras Bound

When Fates Collide Mardi Gras Bound

 

The Pink Canary

The Pink Canary

 

 

 

 

March 14, 2013 Posted by | Andrea Dean Van Scoyoc and Yvonne Mason, Books | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a Comment

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