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Another Review for Mad Hatter

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4.0 out of 5 starsWell thought out characters and mixing in real-life historical references.
By tenebraerick on February 16, 2016
Format: Kindle Edition
It is plain to see that Yvonne Mason knows crime. A graduate in Criminal Justice and a licensed bounty hunter, you can tell all the research that went into writing this book. She takes the infamous events of Whitechapel in 1888 and puts a interesting spin on the legend of Jack the Ripper. This book reads like one of those movies I used to watch as a kid from International Pictures or even the old Hammer Films of the ’60’s. Kudos to Yvonne for writing a story with well thought out characters and mixing in real-life historical references to make this novel a treat. The ending has just enough mystery to keep you guessing long after you finished it.

The Mad Hatter took over four years to complete. It was very important that the history of 1888 in Whitechapel be correct. I even purchased maps of Whitechapel in that time period. I purchased books on clothing, furniture,mercury poisoning, tanning, hats, money, the hat factory that was on the Thames, bridges and behavior- as well as many other details. I download photos of buildings of that time period, and I also went back to the research I had done when I was in College on Jack the Ripper. I basically drove myself nuts to make sure that the setting was as it should be for 1888 in the East End of London. Apparently it paid off. This reviewer understood what I was trying to do.
It was totally worth all of the rewrites the sleepless nights and the hair pulling to get it right.

February 16, 2016 Posted by | Reviews | , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

For Those of You Who Want To Be In The Know

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The year is 1888. The Place is the East End of London. Dead and mutilated bodies are popping up all over the east end from Stamford to Whitechapel.
Jack the Ripper is making his mark in the East End in ways that puts the city on edge, so to speak.
Johnathon Rhoades has been exposed to mercury since he was a boy of sixteen working in his father’s hat factory, which he now owns due to his father’s unexpected death. The hats that are created at the factory are in such demand that he almost cannot keep up with the orders.
Young Elizabeth, who happens to be in the employ of Johnathon Rhoades manages the storefront on Whitechapel road.
As the body count climbs and all of the East End is quaking in their shoes, the hat factory is booming. Everyone who is anyone wants a creation from the Rhoades Hat Factory including Sam Flanghan, the local coroner.
Who is the Ripper? Why are these hats so much in demand? Is the Hatter really mad?
The Mad Hatter

February 2, 2016 Posted by | Books | , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Have You Gotten Your Copy of The Mad Hatter Yet?

If you have not yet ordered your book The Mad Hatter which is the latest release – my question is why not? It will keep you on the edge of your seat and when you are finished you will still have questions- that is just how I roll!!!! Check it out today.

5.0 out of 5 stars Yet another great book from Yvonne Mason
By Peter fundora on January 16, 2016
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Yet another great book from Yvonne Mason.
Set in 1800s London.It will keep you guessing”who did it”until the end.Beware of”The Mad Hatter”.
Can’t wait til next book.

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January 22, 2016 Posted by | Books | , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Mad Hatter IS OUT!!!!!!!

http://www.lulu.com/shop/yvonne-mason/the-mad-hatter/paperback/product-22397664.htmlThe Mad Hatter

For those of you who have been waiting for soooo long for this little tale of suspense, horror and all around mayhem it is now available on Lulu. In about six weeks it will be up on Amazon in print and in a couple of days it will be available for download on Kindle and Nook. I know I have taken my time and teased all of you unmerciful about this little ditty. But you know how that goes, greatness takes time to cook.
For those if you who are true crime history buffs it does have an interesting storyline which includes the victims of the Ripper. I know you all are saying “Say it ain’t so!” But indeed it is. No, it is not the same old tired storyline. If you are a reader of my books, you know I would never go there. That is just not my nature. You see, for those of you who have never read my work, the voices in my head have their own minds. When I write I have to allow them to tell the story or else they drive me completely insane. Think Edgar Allen Poe. No I am not going to cut off my ear, that was Van Gough, he was an artist.
Anyway back to The Mad Hatter. This little book was a year or better in the making. Why? You might ask. Well, it is like this, research takes a minute and when I write even fiction, it has to be believable. As someone once said, I don’t want you to just read the story, I want you to be in the story. Besides that, one has to know how hides are tanned, even those of a different nature.
So with that in mind, pull up a chair, wrap yourself in your most comfortable clothes, put your feet up with a liquid refreshment and take a journey with me and the Hatter. I promise you will never look at hats the same way again. Heck you might not even look at humans the same way again.
Go back in time with me to the year 1888 the place is Whitechapel.
Oh and one more thing, if someone asks you if you like hats, walk away, far away quickly.

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October 14, 2015 Posted by | Books | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

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

The Mad Hatter is Coming!!!!

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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

IT’s Coming

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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

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

   

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