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Just in Time for Halloween

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Yep, just found out that The Mad Hatter will go live tomorrow – if you are ready for Whitechapel in 1888 then The Mad Hatter is for you. As soon as it goes live I will post the links. You do not want to miss this new release.

October 11, 2015 Posted by | Books | , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Grief!!!!!!!!!!

Pennies From Heaven

Pennies From Heaven

Grief! Such a harsh word even though it is only five small letters. Grief that thing that is followed by loss another harsh word even though it is only four little letters. Loss = Grief. It doesn’t matter if it is a person, place or thing. It could be a lost job, a lost home, a lost photo a lost loved one. The feeling of grief is there. It is a natural emotion – the key is to understand that it will pass. Once the shock of the loss wears off the grief will run its natural course, it we let it happen.
The sad thing is that most people allow the grief to control them instead of them controlling the grief. Marriages can be torn apart, families ripped to shreds, friendships blown to bits. Once this happens it cannot be undone. Once the harsh words are spoken, the ill feelings shown and the ugly side of death brought to the surface, it can never be undone.
Pennies from Heaven are stories by people who have suffered loss, then grieved or not. It is not a how too book, there is no such thing. It is just a book about real people written by real people. Grief comes in all shapes, forms and sizes, it can happen months even years down the road. It makes humble men, arrogant. It makes proud men humble. It makes monsters out of most of us.
It does not have to be that way. Once we understand that we do not have all the answers and never will and that there is a higher power who has all the answers and always will we can begin to come to terms with loss. Death is part of the circle of life. It is a journey into the unknown that is why we fear it.
We do not understand is that person is still with us, in our hearts and memories. When we act out and create discontent and hate we dishonor that loved one’s life. We disrespect the fact that they lived.
Instead of finding things to fight about, to spread hate and discontent about we should come together, seek to think about how others might be feeling. We should find comfort with others who are grieving. Sadly as humans we get so locked up in ourself we cannot see what is right before us. The mind plays tricks on us. Grief takes over and never leaves. Pennies from Heaven helps others to understand that grief =loss, but with time the loss is less. Not that we ever get over it. That does not happen. But if we keep a healthy mindset we can move forward, for if we don’t we cheat the life of the one we have lost.
Everyone grieves differently. But everyone does grieve. Pennies From Heaven is a wonderful gift for those you know who are grieving, a great read for one who is grieving.It is not a how to book, it is just a book to help you better understand there is no time line nor a list of directions for grief.

October 10, 2015 Posted by | Books | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Even Though They Said It Couldn’t Be Done

Even though this article is a few years old it bears repeating. As an indie author I have faced rejections, put downs and other roadblocks. The reason is the “Big Six” as we indie’s like to call them do not want us out there. They have told us what we can read for years. They have rejected good authors because they could. When indie’s began to explode in the literary world, the Big Six tried to fight back. We stood our ground. We found ways to get our work and passion to the masses. Granted as with traditional authors where are some questionable books out there. However, that being said, we have endured and now we are making an impact on the reading public. The Big Six has become greedy and their authors suffer. For every book that is sold by the Big Six the author receives only .08 cents a book. Remember that book sells for at least 25.00 in hardback. That does not inlude downloads and paperback and audio. The publishing house is the one who makes the money. Not the author. As indies we have control. We control the pricing, the upcharge and all the aspects of the book. Granted it is more time consuming but the bottom line is much better.
So Remember this when you purchase a book. As indie’s we have to work three times as hard to get out there to make a third of the money. When you buy a book from an indie author you are not paying the house, you are paying the author.
So bottom line take a chance read an indie author. You will love them.

“In our (Bookgorilla.com) January 2013 analysis, 58% of the Top 50 bestsellers were published by the big traditional publishers, and that figure has since declined to 38%. Conversely, 42% of the Top 50 bestsellers were published by indie authors or by Amazon’s own publishing imprints in January 2013, compared with 62% this past weekend.”

“In other words, what the big publishers have won in their latest round of contract “victories” over Amazon is the right to price themselves right off the bestseller list.” – Bookgorilla.com, Kindle Store eBook Prices Are Rising … Or Are They?, October 5, 2015 by Steve Windwalker

October 8, 2015 Posted by | Books | , , , , | Leave a comment

The Mad Hatter is Coming!!!!

mad hatter

Watch for it! Is the Ripper the Mad Hatter? I leave it for you to decide!!!!!

October 7, 2015 Posted by | Books | , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

We Never Know Our Impact on People

Today I was in Cocoa, Florida doing a radio interview on Viewpoint with Seeta. http://www.seetamediainc.com/ The show was an hour long and we talked about many topics. We discussed my books and my background. Then we got down to the heart of the matter. We discussed grief, dealing with grief and loss and the new normal after a death. For those of you who don’t know I lost my 13 year old granddaughter on July 2, 1015 and six weeks later on August 10th I lost my father. It was a tsunami of loss and grief in a short time span. There was not time to grieve for the baby before we were traveling back to Atlanta to bury my father. That is the back story. I had previously written a book along with several other authors titled Pennies From Heaven. This little book holds stories from people talking about how they dealt or did not deal with loss. It is not a how to book, but a book to help someone cope and move forward.

Pennies From Heaven

Pennies From Heaven

When I got home I found this note on my facebook page, from Seeta the host of the show “Thank you for your continued support of our radio show Yvonne Mason.I wanted to let you know someone whose son passed away six months ago wanted me to let you know you helped her to let go of bottled up grief today.God truly sends angels when we need it♡”

Talk about humbled. I was truly humbled. After the show Seeta and I were talking and we both said, that is doesn’t matter how rich or poor one is, we all will be in the same place on day, that is death’s door. The important thing is the DASH between our birth and death dates. What we do to give back, how we behave, how we love and how we help others. That is what we will be remembered for- not how rich we were, not how much money we gave
away, not how poor we were not the clothes we wore or the car we drove, But the mettle of our character. I for one do not want to be weighed and found wanting. I wanted to be remembered for one thing, “She made a difference.”
I do not know the name of the lady that contacted Seeta, but I know that she was touched by the show. My prayer for her is that now she finds the peace that passes all understanding and that now she can celebrate her son’s life, to be grateful for the time she had with him, not bitter for the loss she suffered. That she will honor his life not mourn his death. Because I am sure he made a difference.

September 28, 2015 Posted by | yvonne mason | , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Her Only Son By Shawna Platt

http://www.amazon.com/Her-Only-Son-Shawna-Platt-ebook/dp/B015OS46OI/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1443097754&sr=1-3&keywords=Shawna+Platther only son

Her Only Son By Shawna Platt, a book set in 2020 which is not but five years away. Even though it is fiction, it could happen. “A government program gone wrong. Artificial insemination used to create a new breed of solider. The year is 2020 and war still plagues our world. After suffering extreme loss of life, the United States government creates a voluntary program called Operation Vala, which involves the artificial insemination of women between the ages of twenty-one and twenty-five to produce a child the military will claim and raise to be a new breed of soldier. When Kinsey Garrick finds herself an unwilling participant in the program, she chooses to fight back. When she escapes the compound with her newborn son, she becomes the target of a nationwide man hunt lead by the head of Operation Vala. Known only as Hakon, this man will stop at nothing to capture and destroy Kinsey, and take from her the one thing she’s willing to risk it all for…her only son.”

This is Shawna’s first full length book and I must say it is a nail biter. It encompasses every emotion known to man, greed, self absorption, fear, hate, love, just to name a few. As a mother and a grandmother, I asked myself what would I do to save my child. Not only does this book make one think about the future, it also teaches a life lesson about how mothers are supposed to feel about the life they carry. We are the protectors – it is our job to protect that innocent child before and after birth. It is our job to make sure they are not harmed or used –

When I picked up this book, I could not put it down until I finished it. I highly recommend this read.

September 24, 2015 Posted by | Books | , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

IT’s Coming

mad hatter

Yes, it is coming. You know The Mad Hatter. This morning I received a very nice review from Andrea Dean Van Scoyoc who is the Host for The Dark Apostle Host of The Dark Apostle’s Bewitching Hour Internet Show.

She like me loves the dark side of life. You have to check out her show on https://www.facebook.com/The-Dark-Apostles-Bewitching-Hour-1482721908692803/timeline/ She post a new episode every Friday Morning. Okay now that the love is out of the way.

Here is what I found in my inbox this morning. What a way to start my week. I had sent it to Andy to beta read it for me. Needless to say she fell right into the story. So without further delay, here is her take on a piece of English History that was not all roses.

“A terrible and delightful twist on a torrid mystery, one of the most infamous in history…has been reborn in a new and even darker fashion.
Yvonne Mason takes us down different avenues and springs new surprises on her readers with this chilling legend.
Read carefully, immerse yourself…and test your sleuthing skills.
Will you make it out…will you figure it out, or will you become yet another victim?”
Andy Van Scoyoc
The Dark Apostle
Host of The Dark Apostle’s Bewitching Hour Internet Show

You see boys and girls and creatures of the evil night. My story is about a Hatter in 1888 in England. And those of us who love all things dark, we all know what was happening in 1888 in Whitechapel. But the reader must ask himself one question- are they the same person? I will leave it for you to decide once you read the story.

This lovely little book is currently at the publisher and will soon be released

September 21, 2015 Posted by | Books | , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Sometimes Children Should Be Seen and Not Heard

The other day I told ya’ll that I had a “cute little” comment on one of my posts and that I would not approve it because I wanted to have some fun with it. Well, after putting my latest book to bed that is getting it the publisher and spending a night of insomnia I decided it was time to have some fun with this comment. The back story is this. I was given a very nice compliment by one of my readers, this was the compliment :

Today I had the honor of being listed as one of Ric Johnson’s five favorite women authors along with three men the authors are very well known in the industry and to be linked with those names is almost breath taking. The authors he listed as his favorites were in response to this poster
powerful books. The authors he listed me with are Erica Spindler, Author, Yvonne Mason, Alafair Burke, Marcia Clark, Tami D Hoag. John Sanford Prey Series, James Lee Burke, Greg Iles. As you can see these are heavy hitters in the publishing world. I am very humbled and grateful to be considered in this list of whose who of authors. What an accomplishment. Thank you Ric Johnson for your belief in my craft. I hope I can continue to meet that expectation as I continue my journey.

He included my writing in with some very heavy hitters. So I created a post about it https://indieauthoryvonnemason.com/2015/06/20/humbled-by-a-reader/
Well a young man must have been having a very bad day for whatever reason. This young man’s name is Tim Lieder and yes he is on facebook. I looked him up. Anyway, his comment was laughable at best, silly at worst. He knows nothing about me as a person, probably has not read anything I have written and if he did, his lack of understanding caused him not to appreciate the book. His total lack of respect for me as a person and as a “grandma” says many things about his lack of “being raised right.” Maybe he has “self-confidence” issues or lack of self respect issues or maybe he just doesn’t get it. That being said, he needs a lessons in good ole southern manners. Manner number one is respect your elders. Manner number two, before you open your mouth make sure you know what you are talking about as it makes you the fool. Maybe no one taught him the old saying, “Better to be thought a fool, than to open your mouth and prove it.”
Now that I have given you all the back story of this foolish young man, who will never go very far without manners, here is his comment. “Wow. Such accolades when you are such a terrible writer. By the way “world’s greatest grandma” mugs do not constitute literary awards.”
I love his snide comment about “Grandma” mugs not constituting literary awards. My question to him is “Are you an author and if so how many awards have you received, how many times have you been on TV and Radio and how many books have you written?”
The beauty of this little snide comment which shows the smallness of his mind is he is talking about me. I know you ask how is that good? It is good because he felt it necessary to try to talk smack. I must have hit a nerve at some point. Is it jealousy on his part because he is not living his dream for whatever reason? Is it fear because he is afraid to live his dream? I would venture to say it is a combination of both. People who attack others have issues within their lives that they refuse to face. If they face them then they have to make changes. Most people do not want to make changes it is easier to attack others rather than improve one’s own life.
Mr. Lieder, I have this bit of wisdom to impart to you. Yes, I am a grandmother, a mother and a host of other things. I am also an author with a degree in Criminal Justice, I am also a Bounty Hunter, a public speaker, a teacher of life, a domestic violence survivor and a host of other things that you know nothing about. I work hard at my craft. I am proud of my craft. I am living my dream. If you do not like my books well that is an easy fix, don’t read them. You probably do not understand them anyway.
That being said, just because you have issues in your own life, it does not give you the right to attack, others who are enjoying their life. Before you start casting stones, look in the mirror at the face that stares back at you. Ask yourself this one question or maybe two. “What do I accomplish by tearing down others? What kind of person does that make me?”
The answer is simple- you accomplish nothing and it makes you a small minded little boy.
You are now free to move about the country as this is my public service announcement for the week. Mr. Lieder may you find happiness within yourself before it is too late and you live with regret when you are old.

September 13, 2015 Posted by | Hate Mail | , , , | Leave a comment

The Mad Hatter Has Departed

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After two years of research, frustration,delays, deaths, life and other assorted detours The Mad Hatter has finally left the building so to speak. For those of you who are lovers of The Ripper, The Mad Hatter is right up your alley. Without giving too much of the story away, let me just say, 1888 in the East End of London was a busy year. This book is fiction but has a lot of historical facts in it.
This book is close to my heart as I have studied the Ripper for years.
So, while all of my little twisted minded children gleefully await the release, let me leave you with a teaser. Now you must ask yourself this, Was the Ripper and the Mad Hatter the same person? I leave it for yo to decide after you read the rest of the story!

Chapter One

1888, the year of living dangerously, as least that was what Johnathon Rhoades surmised as he gazed out of window of his newly purchased carriage as it slowly wound its way among the streets of the East End of London. The East End was comprised of several Burroughs, among them were the cities of Algate, Mile End, Poplar and Bethel in the Green, which stopped at the London Docks waterfront.
The heartbeat of the East End were the small parishes of Whitechapel, Spitafields and St. George’s, these were connected by the main highway of Whitechapel and Commercial Roads. It was on this highway that Johnathon Rhoades traveled and observed the over population of the poverty ridden who lived in dirt and degradation. Sadly, their housing was shabby, rotten and vermin infested which only added to their plight. These pitiful excuses for dwellings were located on crumbling dark streets and alleys which were connected by even darker courts and passage rich with crime of every imaginable sort.
As Johnathon’s carriage rumbled across the cobblestone road and passed through Spitafields he heard the hawkers of fresh vegetables, fresh fish and meat peddling their wares. The smell of blood from the animals as they were slaughtered on the spot by butchers for their customers assailed Johnathon’s nostrils as his carriage rolled through the street known as Algate or “Butcher’s Row and Blood Alley. The wheels of the carriage slung blood up on the undercarriage staining it as it quickly dried. Johnathon inhaled deeply of the aromatic, metallic smell. There was nothing like it. He smiled.
Johnathon’s carriage continued toward Whitechapel which was located on outside of the walled city of Algate. As his driver carefully maneuvered his way around the sea of humans making their way to the main coaching inns and workhouses, he paid particular attention to the poor and uneducated, especially the women who had turned to prostitution as a means of survival.
It was an environment in which the very rich strolled side by side with the destitute, while the criminal element lurked in dimly lit streets and in alleys that were darker than the darkest night. The streets were filled with all manner of garbage from the droppings of the horses, to the waste from the bodies of men, women and children and the combined everyday trash from leftover food scraps to whatever else was tossed to the side of the road including bodies of humans whose lives had been snuffed out for any number of reasons, from gambling to prostitution, to drinking to accidents to murder.
It was the perfect place for the perfect storm.
The population consisted of 286 people per acre of land with entire streets of tenement houses that were rented as common lodgings by the most unscrupulous landlords. There were single, two-up and two- down houses on Dorset Street and at any given time between fifty and sixty people took turns by day and night sleeping in the same beds covered in unwashed bed clothes and lice and vermin infested mattresses.
Defective water supplies, lack of washing facilities and almost non-existent sanitation only added to the misery of those who dwelled there. Disease and epidemics periodically swept across the great city, while healers and physicians died what they could to stem the tide of squalor, hopelessness and death.
There were two groups of people who lived and tried to eek a living out of the East End, those who tried to survive by making an honest living and those who did not.

The honest ones, including the children, worked twelve to sixteen hours a day in sweatshops creating slave like conditions while try to earn a living. Female matchbox makers earned two pence farthing and bootmakers earned three to five shillings for making six pairs of boots. By the time men were forty years old, if they lived that long, they were completely burnt out wrecks just waiting to die. The East End was the perfect breeding ground for every form of the criminal element from pickpockets to rape and murder. Crime became one of many accepted ways of life if one wanted to survive.
In spite of the hardships of high unemployment, poor wages and even poorer living conditions, the residents of the East End found ways to entertain themselves. On just about every corner of every main street one could find public houses better known as pubs. They also visited the music halls where dancing and singing could be found.
One of the biggest and most widely accepted forms of crime was prostitution, and the East End widely known for its brothels and it prostitutes.
There were over 12,000 prostitutes in all of London and 1,200 of those lived and worked in Whitechapel. The deprivation of the East End was so bad that many women were forced onto the streets to earn the four pence they needed just to pay for a bed for the night. While their mothers sold their bodies to eek out a living, their children were turned out into the streets to fend for themselves.
The largest contingent of those women lived and worked on Dorset Street, a short narrow street 400 feet long and 24 feet wide. Dorset Street ran parallel to Brushfield Street to the north, with an Alley called Paternoster Row which connected the two streets. White’s Row was to the south and connected to Crispin Street to the west and Commercial Street to the east. Dorset Street had the reputation as one vast Brothel, so filled with miscreants and crime that the police had to walk their beat in pairs and were still subjected to verbal and physical abuse.
A murdered known in most circles as Jack the Ripper was wreaking terror and mayhem in Whitechapel while leading Scotland Yard on a merry chase. The industrial age was making its way into the lives of the people of London. The poor were scratching a living out of the workhouses as the women of the night worked the street corners to feed themselves and their children. The influx of immigrants created a housing nightmare and crime became the norm.
Between the influx of immigrants and the lack of proper work the environment was ripe for murder, mayhem and madness. It was to this environment that the Rhoades Family brought their Hat Factory, filling it with some of the same pitiful human souls that lived, loved and died in Whitechapel.
Johnathon Rhoades thought of all of this as he absently looked down at the unread paper in his lap. The page was turned to the latest escapades of the Ripper. Johnathon smiled to himself as his carriage hurried through the cobblestone laden streets. “Ah,Jack. What tortured souls we are.” Johnathon mused as he watched the city through the window.

September 12, 2015 Posted by | New Releases | , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Humbled By A Reader

As an author sometimes it is hard to gage readers or the worth of my craft. We tend to be slightly different from other people. We don’t always know if what we write is what people want, mostly we write because it gives us pleasure and we would go insane if we didn’t. Today I was totally humbled by someone that I did not even realize reads my work. This person not only made my day he made my year.
When I first started this journey I was compared to John Steinbeck and his work “OF Mice and Men” when I published Tangled Minds.

Tangled Minds

Tangled Minds

Today I had the honor of being listed as one of Ric Johnson’s five favorite women authors along with three men the authors are very well known in the industry and to be linked with those names is almost breath taking. The authors he listed as his favorites were in response to this poster
powerful books

The authors he listed me with are Erica Spindler, Author, Yvonne Mason, Alafair Burke, Marcia Clark, Tami D Hoag. John Sanford Prey Series, James Lee Burke, Greg Iles. As you can see these are heavy hitters in the publishing world. I am very humbled and grateful to be considered in this list of whose who of authors. What an accomplishment. Thank you Ric Johnson for your belief in my craft. I hope I can continue to meet that expectation as I continue my journey.

June 20, 2015 Posted by | Author | , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

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