Award Winning Best Selling Florida Author Yvonne Mason

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The Rewards of Never Giving Up in this Industry

As I sat and pondered the events of the last week after winning the first place award at the CIPA EVVY Awards presentation for my audio book A Voice From the Grave, I began reflecting the road I have been walking.

I have been at this for over 30 years. I wrote my first book in the early 1970’s when my children were small. It started out just as a journal for those who would come after us to have so someone would remember Stan and the impact he has had on his family and those who have crossed his path of life. My children were small and I worked on it when I had the time. I wrote the entire book with pen and paper and then transferred it to the typewriter.  I had no computer no internet and no resources. I went to the library and pulled publishers from a borrowed book and sent off query letters and manuscripts. The only replies I received back were rejections. They didn’t have time, weren’t interested and didn’t care.

I set the book aside thinking that I would just leave it for the future. Sure it hurt that no one considered a story of success by a retarded man worthy of their high and mighty publishing house. Sure it hurt that they didn’t think he was worthy of their time – especially when he had overcome things he was not supposed to.

Life continued and the book sat. Then the children were grown, with children of their own, relationships came and went but the book still sat. I watched as Stan became more accomplished more independent and left his mark on more who came into his life.

In 2006 I moved to Florida. It was a transformation for me on more than one level. I had finished getting my degree in Criminal Justice after not being in school since 1969 and had gone through a very nasty divorce. But the book still sat.

2007 there was an article in our local paper about a young man who had Downs who had just graduated from high school and was upset because he could not go to college. When I read the article I knew it was time to try again to get Stan’s life out there. This time I made the internet my friend. I found a publisher who would publish the book and that was all they would do. I didn’t care. So I went with them and the rest is history. Since 2007 I have self published eight books two are true crimes. I have published a short story and A Voice From the Grave my historical fiction which is now at first place award winner.

Was it easy? No it wasn’t. Were things handed to me? Absolutely not. Did I have to find my own way? You bet I did.

However, the things that could have made me quit only caused me to succeed more. The rejections from traditional publishers, the rejections from agents, the rejections from people who said I didn’t belong. I found a way to do it in spite of them. I found like minded people who encouraged me, walked with me and helped me succeed. I believe therfore I succeed.

Who would have ever thought that a self published author who has complete control of her books from printing, to marketing, to book cover design would ever in a million years win such a prestigious award?  Certainly not those who turned me down, certainly not those who write nasty reviews simply because they are either jealous or stupid and certainly not those who said I couldn’t do it.

You see I have a mentor and that mentor is Stan. His attitude of believing that he can do anything even though he is challenged made me step back and look at myself, really look at myself. He has never given up on anything he set out to do. He has never said he couldn’t. So of he who is challenged believes then who am I not to.

Yes, I am successful, yes, I am a best selling indie author and no I answer to no one except my readers and the voices in my head. Yes this industry is tough, it is dog eat dog for the most part. It one where you have to scratch and claw your way to your destination. It is one filled with rejections – but it is so worth it.

I don’t write to get rich I write simply for the love of putting words to paper. If I make some money at it that is just the icing on the cake   – Winning an award or two is the ice cream that goes with it.

Indie Authors are not going back in the closet- we are out and we are staying out. We have learned how to publish- market and get our work out there. It would behoove you as a reader to give us a try. You have no idea what wonderful stories you will find.

A Voice From the Grave First Place Winner for the CIPA EVVY Award May 17,2012


Dream Catcher Failure Was Never an Option to be released on Audio in 2012

May 23, 2012 Posted by | Books | , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Some Days It Is Worth it to Chew off the Restraints

Blood Alley A Short Story of Horror

Some days it does pay to chew off the restraints. I found  this lovely five star review on Barnes and Noble for my wicked little short story Blood Alley. Again, no need to say anymore. The reviewer did it for me. Thank you so much  Mr or Ms Watkins. And thank you for having the guts to post your name.



Posted January 28, 2012

more from this reviewer

 ¿Hair Raising ¿ Bloodthirsty ¿ Entertainment!

‘Blood Alley’ by Yvonne Mason is a terrifying short story that is unforgettable! The author skillfully weaves a mixture of horror and suspense. Her depiction of the characters and their surroundings are quite chilling. I thought I knew a little about what was in store for me getting into this book, as I have read Mason’s previous work – I was not disappointed! She originates the plot of the story using familiar surroundings and a cast of colorful characters. However, beware – after reading, you will have a second thought before stopping at a truck stop diner, taking an unfamiliar route to get to your destination, and even the howling of your four-legged friend will bring on a new meaning!

You definitely want to read all of Yvonne Mason’s chilling stories.

“Silent Scream – A True Crime”
“A Voice From the Grave”
“The Last Rites”
“Brilliant Insanity”
“Tangled Minds”
“Dream Catcher – Failure Was Never an Option”
“When Fates Collide” – Andrea Dean Van Scoyoc and Yvonne Mason
“Alex and Hope Mardi Gras Bound A Morgan and Harrington Mystery (When Fates Collide)

May 22, 2012 Posted by | Reviews | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

This Reader Gets It!

Those of you who read this blog on a regular basis may have read the post I wrote yesterday about the person who didn’t take the time to read When Fates Collide but thought it necessary for whatever reason to slam us. Of course I used that comment and turned it around to my benefit. Today I say this review by someone who has read the book and gets it. The review speaks for itself so no other comments are necessary except to say thank you EW Bradfute for this wonderful review.

When Fates Collide


Posted May 21, 2012

 Let me say, I appreciate knowing what kind of Author wrote the b

Let me say, I appreciate knowing what kind of Author wrote the book. Knowing that Andrea is an Award Winning Best Selling author tells me her work will meet my expectations and knowing that Yvonne is a Bounty Hunter she will be able to give reality on the crime portions instead of that CRAP we are fed on a regular basis. These two are the PERFECT pair for such great books.

Not only am I proud of their works I am also proud to have a copy in my hands! Well worth the read!

May 22, 2012 Posted by | Reviews | , , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Brook Forest Voices the only Production Company to Create Audio Books

This past week I had the honor of being in  a competition I didn’t even know I had been entered in. Brook Forest Voices an audio production company had entered my historical fiction “A Voice From the Grave” into the CIPA EVVY awards. I got word on Monday that I have made it to the final six. I have no clue how many were entered in the audio category, but I do know there were 189 entries all total.

A Voice From the Grave won first place. The amazing thing is that Brook Forest Voices took home four awards – First place for A Voice From the Grave, Second Place for Just Beyond Harmony  third place for Looking Through a Keyhole and a Merit award for “Miri, Who Charms” by Joanne Greenberg.  .

This is an amazing feat for any publishing company especially one who does audio books. I am so proud to be a part of such a wonderful company. If you are looking for a company to publish your book in audio you need to contact Brook Forest Voices. I have never worked with such a friendly, professional group of people in all my writing career.

I so look forward to the next chapter in my life when they create DreamCatcher Failure Was Never an Option which is due to be released in August of this year.

A Voice From the Grave First Place Winner for the CIPA EVVY Award May 17,2012

May 21, 2012 Posted by | Audio Books | , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Votes are in and Have Been Counted!

A Voice From the Grave

The other day I wrote a post about my historical fiction A Voice From the Grave, it had been nominated for the CIPA EVVY award in Colorado. It was one of the six in the finals for audio books. The winner was announced last night. A Voice From the Grave won! Yes, it got first place. One of the requirements for submission was the author had to be an expert in the subject matter. Well, boys and girls it took four years of research of the civil war, a visit to Andersonville and many many days of writing to make this book happen. As I wrote this book I continued to doing research to make sure it was historically correct. The hard work paid off.

A Voice from the Grave won a very prestigious award for its content.

Which brings me back to those of you who refuse to read indie authors, shame on you. And those traditional publishers who turned me down for years, well, your loss. I have succeeded because of you not in spite of you. I made my own path, created my own destiny and did my own thing. I did this with blood, sweat, tears and rejections from all of you. I still won! I won because I had a network of people who believed as much in me as I believed in myself. I won because Brookforest Voices though my book was good enough to enter. I won because they believed A Voice From the Grave had merit. I won because traditional publishers didn’t believe I was good enough. To them I say Thank You. You helped me be the strong, single minded author I am today. You helped create my backbone and the ability not to take “No” for an answer. To my grammer school teachers who wouldn’t let me write because math was not my best friend, I thank you for taking that away from me. It also made me stronger and more single minded.

To my brother Stan who is challenged and the catalyst for my success, I say thank you for being who you are. Had it not been for your story I would never have picked up a pen again. This award is for you.

For all of you who read my books, believe in me and can’t wait for the next one what can I say, Thank you is not enough.

For those of you who felt it necessary to attack me and my work, my thanks go to you as well. You helped sell my books. What a compliment. You have no idea how I turned your negative comments to my advantage and it sent my book sales through the roof.

Brookforest Voices what can I say. You guys rock. Took took my book and made it real. You gave it a voice and then you turned it into a winner. You are my audio company and I sing your praises to the highest mountain and the lowest valley. Thank you does not seem quite enough!


BrookForest Voices the best production company in the world

A Voice from the  Grave is available on Amazon, itunes, kindle and Nook it is also available on my online bookstore at along with all my other jewels. Do yourself a favor go order them today, and spread the word. Indie Authors Rock!

A Voice From the Grave First Place Winner for the CIPA EVVY Award May 17,2012

May 18, 2012 Posted by | Audio Books | , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

The Pink Canary- You Only Thought Murder Was Dull!

Here is a little taste just to wet your whistle of the newest book I am currently working on. As with a good soup one can not rush it. All the ingredients must blend together to make a lip smacking, tongue rolling, belly rubbing soup. So it is with a good book. One must allow all the ingredients blend together to make a page turning, heart pounding, eyeball rolling read. I have enlisted two friends of mine who walk the path of  the environment that is the heart of this book. My best friend in the world Peter Fundora and one of the foremost Drag Queens who is now retired Vicky Lane. If it were not for these wonderful people I would not be able to write this wonderful comedic murder mystery in the vein that calls to me. Both people are in this book and they are a hoot! Yes, it is fiction – but as with all things in my head, it could happen.

The One and Only Vicky Lane

Both of these wonderful people contribute so much to this little jewel that I can never repay them. I can only love them and hold them close. So with that being said- enjoy this little excerpt and know that this Diamond will be release sometime this year.

The Pink Canary

Penelope the Hostess with the Mostest Stage Name Delilah Doublewide

Chapter Three

  Patrick Leary O’Riley, Detective, poured himself out of his car and walked toward the alley which held the victim. He had a mother of a headache, his eyes were watering like faucets and he couldn’t stop sneezing. As he blew his nose and walked toward the alley which had been taped off he wondered why he wasn’t home in bed.

Patty as he was known to his family and Leary as he was known to his co-workers had been a detective in New York, his parents had been first generation Irish Immigrants and he still spoke with a brogue. He was dark haired, fiery tempered and had green eyes that were almost reptilian. He stood a little over six feet tall in his stocking feet. He towered over most people and could appear quite intimidating when the need arose thanks to his tough New York upbringing in the mean streets of Brooklyn.

He had in a moment of insanity quit his job on the lower East Side and moved to Paradise. What was he thinking? He hated sand between his toes, he was blinded by constant sunlight and he was terrified of the water. What made him think he would like Key West? Wait it was a woman. Then that fell through.

So here he was stuck in Paradise, among the tourists, the artists, the strange and unusual locals and then there were…. He just let that thought hang in the wind as he looked down at the body, or what was left of a body. To make matters worse, She was standing off the side giving her statement to the first cop on the scene.

The “She” was “Lola” who had been a thorn in his side since way before he left the Lower East Side. He knew Lola from her day job. Actually Lola was a he named Lou  Private Dick who worked out of a cold water flat in Queens. Their history included a woman’s son who had disappeared. The cops had no clue as to what happened to him the body or what was left of it after it was  found months later floating in the Hudson. It had been wedged on a bridge pilling and the only way it was identified was by the teeth. The coroner couldn’t even determine cause of death, he had a theory due to the extra hole in the skull, but the skeleton showed blunt force trauma as well.

Leary had worked the case for months first as a missing person and then as a homicide but it was as if this kid just disappeared and then reappeared out of nowhere. He did find out  that he worked in one of the many gay clubs on the lower east side but no one was talking. The case was eventually closed as an unsolved, the box put away on a shelf in storage with other unsolved cases and the precinct  moved on to the next murder, rape and mayhem that was as much a part of the city as the population.

The boy’s mother started looking through the yellow pages for a private detective to find out what happened to her only son. She was turned down time after time until she called Lou. He listened with interest as she told him about her boy. Lou was short on clients and low on funds, the rent and utilities were coming due and this woman was willing to pay whatever it took to find out what happened to her child. It didn’t hurt that she was from Manhattan and had more money than Donald Trump. She was willing to spend it all to get answers.

She hired him to find out what happened to her son. She decided that if anyone could ferret out the person who had so brutally murdered her dear boy, Lou could. She gave him the name of the detective who had handled the case and thus began the love hate relationship between Lola and Leary.

Lou started his quest looking at all the gay nightclubs in the lower east side, which was where the boy’s mother said she had last heard he was trolling. No one would talk to him. He was the wrong gender and he smelled of cop. So Lou being the resourceful person he was decided, if you can’t beat them why not join them.

Hence, Lola was born. Her first attempts at dressing in drag were a fiasco. The makeup was wrong, the outfits looked like something from the local thrift store and in fact they were from the local thrift store. She couldn’t walk in her heels without twisting her ankle and her wigs, they were, well they just were. Sadly she was made before she had been on the mean streets for fifteen minutes in his new persona. This was getting her no place fast. She still smelled of cop. So no one would talk to her.

Lola went back to square one and started trolling the clubs as Lou. He dressed in understated clothes and studied the acts on stage, their moves, clothes, makeup and body language, then he cultivated one of the performers as a “friend” so he could learn and do those things as a Drag Queen. Not just a Queen but as one who could draw attention to herself.

He frequented a club in Brooklyn Heights called The Lion’s Den. It was located on 23 Lexington Ave. in Brooklyn and he had been told it was one of the best places to go for quality entertainment by Drag Queens. That is where he hit pay dirt. One of the stars by the name of Vicky Lane took an interest in him after he took a chance and explained to her what he was trying to do. He explained to her his fiasco trying to transform into drag and she laughed till she almost cried. Vicky took Lou under her wing and in no time Lola was born, a stunning, sexy, vibrant, eye popping female. Vicky spent hours teaching Lola how to walk, talk and behave the proper way. Then she taught Lola how to perform before a live audience. After several weeks of being mentored Lola was ready to go hunting.

She dressed in the most outlandish costumes she could find, costumes that were revealing without exposing anything. They just hinted at what might or might not be underneath. Her wigs were an outward sign of what kind of day she was having while her jewelry was a visual expression of her exquisite taste. She began to troll every club where the newly departed might have frequented. The reception was very different from the one she received as Lou. People talked to her.

She spent night after night becoming a regular at the different clubs making new friends and talking to people. After two months of walking in heels till her feet hurt and spending hours transforming her outward appearance into that of a female she hit pay dirt.

One of the girls told Lola that the “boy” she was looking for had told everyone that he had gotten a gig at 82 Club over on 82East 4th Street in the East Village. It was only a small part, but according to the source it was a step in the right direction. The “boy” had wanted to break into the business and this had been his chance.  She said that was the last time they ever saw him.

The 82 Club’s reputation went as far back as the 1920’s when it first opened as a private speakeasy club during prohibition. It was in the basement of a bigger building and the only way one could get to it was around a back alley which lent to the appearance of privacy and ambience for the rich and famous and not so famous and the day to day activities of the mob.

Upon entering the small club, the first thing one noticed was the stag was behind the bar. There was only enough seating for about 150 people at a time and there was always a line waiting to get in that is unless you were one of the beautiful people or a regular which Vicky was. She and her friends would travel east over the Brooklyn Bridge from the Lion’s Den after they were finished entertaining for the night and party at the 82 Club.  When Lola found out the “Boy’s” last known destination was the 82 club, he called Vicky. She asked Vicky if she would introduce her to the “Club” so she could see if the boy had actually performed there or if he had been seen there at any time.

Vicky being Vicky and loving a good mystery agreed. But Lola had to go with them not Lou. Lola would blend where as Lou being Lou would stand out like a sore thumb. This would be Lola’s debut so to speak because Lola also had another request. She wanted to be introduced to someone who would give her a job.

The 82 Club had been the place all the beautiful people back in the day; these days she was beginning to take on the persona of beauty gone horribly wrong. Even though the photos of all the starts like Betty Davis, Blondie and David Bowie still hung on the wall as one entered the club, those days were long gone.

It also drew the likes of the Genovese crime family who used it as a front to run their syndicate business of profit skimming, money laundering, selling of non-taxed or stolen booze, trafficking boys, distributing heroin and to blackmail the rich and powerful clientele.

Part of the dark history of this famous club including a professional hit on one Stephen Franse, who the story had it was ordered killed by Vito Genovese on June 19, 1953 as he left the club. The story went that Vito’s wife Anna was long rumored to be a lesbian, and proved the theory that “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.” She began to seek retribution and was a very dangerous adversary. Genovese had assigned Stephen Franse to keep Anna in line during a very messy divorce. Franse failed big time in this job. Anna tipped off the Federal Authorities to her ex-husband Vito’s alleged interest in numerous nightclubs. Vito in retaliation and to make a statement left Frense’s badly beaten body face down on the rear floor of his car and parked the car in front of 164 East Thirty-Seventh St. The last Frense was seen by any one was at 4:30am when he left 82 Club headed to a restaurant at 59th St and Madison Ave.

But the most important reputation of the 82 Club was the influential Drag Revue. It became known as the place to jump start one’s career in the industry. If one made it there one became known and could work any stage in any club.

It was to this environment that the “boy” entered and never returned. It was a start for Lou as Lola to find the answers.

Vicky gladly introduced Lola to all those in the know at the 82 Club. She even was instrumental in getting Lola that much needed interview. The day Lola walked into the club to interview she was greeted by stale cigarette smoke and even more stale beer, the mirrored walls held her image as she walked the length of the club while the strobe lighted globes which hung over head dimly lit the way.

The club’s history had left its mark of tragedy and sadness which permeated the walls like bad mold. Even the photographs of the rich, famous and not so famous did nothing to dispel the depression that fell on Lola as she made her way to the bartender whose name she had been told was Butch.

At first glance Lola thought Butch was a male but upon closer inspection she noticed that Butch was indeed a female. Lola struck up a conversation by asking about the club and the history she had learned. Butch had to answer her by holding a microphone up to her throat because she had no voice box.

“Yeah, my partner Tommy and I have been here for longer than I can count. She runs the door at night while I work the bar. No, it isn’t the glamour spot it was back in the day, but she is like an old queen she is still beautiful.” Butch said as she lovingly looked around the tattered and worn out club.

“I know what you mean.”  Lola said as she too looked around and gingerly sat on a bar stool. “I heard that in her day she was a grand old dame. I want to help bring her back to her former glory. I have a proposition for the manager that is too good to pass up. Is he around?”

Butch looked Lola up and down with an appreciative eye. She noticed the hanging bag that Lola had draped on the chair next to her and the fact that Lola was dressed fit to kill. Smiling appreciatively she picked up the house phone and spoke in a low voice to someone on the other end.

The manager of the club, who wore his lowlife image like a tuxedo, had her do an onsite audition. He walked lazily out of the dark recesses of the club. His look of boredom made Lola want to slap him just to get his attention. He held an unlit cigar between his yellowed teeth and it jiggled up and down as he talked. He was dressed in grey slacks that looked like he had slept in them and his shirt had evidence of his last meal still attached to it. Lola noticed mustard and what could have passed for pastrami. He wore so much cologne it would have choked a horse, but it couldn’t mask the immense body odor that emitted from his body. His oily black hair shone in the dimly lit room like a beacon in the night. His hawkish nose was the main feature on his face and his beady eyes tried to undress Lola as he approached. The beefy hands kneaded his legs as if they had a mind of his own and Lola noticed the slight bulge in his pants as he got closer to her.

Great an asshole just what I need.  She thought.

“Well, little lady can you sing, do you dance, do you strip? Just what are your talents?” He asked as he looked up and down her body. “Show me what you got.”

Biting her tongue, Lola smiled with her mouth but not her eyes.

“Well, sweetie,” she said as she slowly walked toward him her other set of clothes hanging on her finger as it lay across her shoulder. “Show me to the nearest dressing so a girl can change and I will give you a show you won’t forget.

He unashamedly eyed Lola as she stood in front of him with her free hand on her hip. “Go out that door behind me turn to the right and the dressing room is the first door on the right. By the way what do you want to boys to play for you?”

He looked over at the band who looked they were refugees from the Titanic. Their hollowed out eyes, tired faces and bored looks, gave Lola pause.

“Do you think they know “It Raining Men?”

“No problem. Boys can you handle it?”

“Sure Boss, just let us know when she is ready. Do you want an intro?”

Lola nodded. “ Yes, eight bars.”

Lola followed the directions to the dressing room such as it was. Changed into her smashing black sequined gown with the cut out back, changed into her black stilettos, grabbed her black silk umbrella gave her face a quick look in the mirror and was met at the door by Tommy.

“Boss told me to show you how to get to the stage and to let the band know when you are ready.”

Lola followed Tommy to the right side of the stage and stood just out of sight. Tommy walked across the stage and motioned to the band and they started the intro. Lola stood in the wings and counted down the intro “one, two three four, two,two three four, three, three four. She continued this until she had counted down eight bars at the end of the eight bar she stuck her left fishnet clad leg out of the wings singing as she began to strut her stuff.

“ Hi – Hi! We’re your Weather Girls – Ah-huh –
And have we got news for you – You better listen!
Get ready, all you lonely girls
and leave those umbrellas at home. – Alright! –

Humidity is rising – Barometer’s getting low
According to our sources, the street’s the place to go
Cause tonight for the first time
Just about half-past ten
For the first time in history
It’s gonna start raining men.”

Her voice had such a sultry, sexy, throaty quality about it that the manager found himself sitting on the edge of his chair suddenly wide awake even though he had only had a couple hours of sleep. He noticed that the band had become resurrected from their former comatose state. They appeared to actually enjoy this tall, leggy, liquid blue eyed woman in front of them singing and not lip syncing.  He was shocked she actually had a great voice and she looked good, not like his previous “Queens” who could never get their makeup right, wore thrift store clothes that made them look like refuges and couldn’t keep up with the songs they lip synced. The girl had talent and on top of that she was classy.

He smiled as he watched her, “she will certainly add some class to the place, and those eyes, they bore right to the soul.”   He thought as he listened with his eyes and ears. She had something and he intended to capitalize on “That Something”.

The song lasted for a total of eight minutes which was a record. No audition had ever lasted that long, they barely made it a minute and a half. His club was not known for its class acts. After all this was the lower east side and only the belly of society frequented his establishment. But with Lola, he could turn this place around. He would actually be able to pay his bills and maybe he could entice her… He let that thought roll around in his head like a ball in an old pin ball machine and he actually smiled.  “Yes indeed happy days were here again.”

As Lola sang she watched the Manager’s body language. He was a slime bag, who used his acts for his own self-serving purposes. He probably pimped them out and threatened them if they didn’t do his bidding.  But he loved her act; she saw it in his face.

Lola went undercover in the club. She worked there a year watching, asking questions and making allies. She found out the boy had been molested and murdered by a jealous wanna be lover which just happened to be the son of the owner of the nightclub, at least this was the story that was released by the cops. This really pissed her off because it hadn’t been the asshole manager. The manager bought the club from the owner after the trial and conviction and it was never the same. The once elegant star studded club fell into ruins with illegal drugs, debauchery, prostitution and nightly shootings.  The cops visited the club as much as the patrons but it wasn’t for entertainment unless you called arrests entertainment. It became known as the hot spot for drugs, prostitutes both male and female and other debauchery and illegal activities. Some of the Queens who entertained there started disappearing on regular basis. When asked, the new owner said they just moved on to other watering grounds and it was never questioned. Those who ran in those circles knew the girls moved around alot.

Leary worked some of the cases of those missing Queens when they were reported by family members as missing, but they were never solved. Finally the club was raided one too many times and was boarded up and reposed by the bank. The employees moved on to other endeavors, Leary went back to solving the many homicides which occurred on a daily basis in the city and the past was put in that box where all past goes.

After the close call with death, while solving the death of the kid Lola left the Lower East side for sunny and laid back Key West.  The case almost cost Lola her own life. If it had not been for Patrick Leary O’Riley, Lola would have died the same way as the boy and it would not have been pretty.  Leary had lost contact with her over the years. The last he heard she had gone back to her day job and persona of Lou.

Funny how life turns out sometimes.

Now, here they both were standing within the same proximity of yep you guessed it, a Drag Queen. Give me strength!  Leary thought to himself as he bent down to look over the body.

May 16, 2012 Posted by | Books | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 7 Comments

Five Star Review for My Short Story Blood Alley On Kindle and Nook

I received this review last night. Ashley Fontainne  is an indie author with a couple of books under her belt one being Zero Balance. This book will knock your socks off.


Blood Alley A Short Story of Horror

5.0 out of 5 stars Beware of the Dog!,May 14, 2012
This review is from: Blood Alley (A Short Story) (Kindle Edition)

This is the second book that I have had the privilege to read by the multi-talented Yvonne Mason. The first was a true crime novel that downright frightened me because it was based upon a real, breathing monster.

This second story, while purely fiction, lives up to the thrills and packs a quick pace that makes Yvonne an impeccably gifted story-teller.

A dark road…a lonely, tired soul not paying attention…and things that “growl” in the night. Combine them all together and you get this fantastic short, Blood Alley.

Sometimes, the hero and the rewarding justice they seek isn’t bestowed upon the one that you think! This is a wicked vignette that will leave you dizzy at the end from the twisted ending! Way to go Yvonne!

May 15, 2012 Posted by | Reviews | , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Dark Shadows – Bringing Dysfunctional Family to A New Level

Nope, this Dark Shadows is not the run of the mill Vampire story. Nope Johnny Depp is not Jonathan Freid. Welcome to 1972 via the one and only Tim Burton and the insane Johnny Depp. If you want the same old tired Vampire Movie or were expecting the same  storyline, same dialogue and spooky scenes, then don’t go see this insanely funny take on Dark Shadows.

Johnny Depp makes the character Barnabas Collins his own. He takes the character to a level that most would cringe from. He goes to the ledge of the cliff and then he pulls us over with him.



Upon entering his home after being one of the undead for 196 years he strokes the different art work like a long lost lover. He ingrains himself back in the family like he never left. The dark, dry wit flows like a tidal wave of the ocean crashing on the very rocks his lost love fell on all those years ago. He tries to learn the best way to woo the new love of his life by telling his niece that she has the best childbearing hips he has ever seen.

The love/hate relationship with Angelique is reminiscent of  some that I have seen in my life time. The old adage of “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” is kicked up to the next level when witchcraft is involved.

Before you even think about stepping foot in the theater to watch this little jewel put all the memories of the original Dark Shadows in a box and leave it at home. This is not the Dark Shadows of yesteryear. This is Dark Shadows in the 21st Century. A dark wit that only Johnny Depp can bring to the screen. 

His love for his family no matter how strange they are justifies anything else he does. He believes in family and he kills for family. No this is not the Dark Shadows of old



But it adds a new wrinkle in a classic. Johnny Depp is at his best. He owns this movie in every way. I give it a five star. But then I am a bit strange too!

May 13, 2012 Posted by | Reviews | , , , , | Leave a comment

Another Person Wants Their Fifteen Minutes Of Fame By Personally Attacking Me.

This Morning I received a comment on my facebook fan page about my true crime The Last Rites. This comment was in the form of a personal attack by one Theresa Gruber Caporale. Apparently she is lost in some twilight zone, hasn’t read the book or just got bored and felt the need to show her extreme lack of good manners and common sense. The attack came in the form of a comment that reek of self loathing and self hate. I am paraphrasing this comment basically she told me that she I didn’t know what I was talking about when I said no one cared enough about Pauline Metler to bury her and the book disgusted her. She also told me I needed to do my homework. Seriously?! I spent three years on this book, had the entire case file, talked to and interviewed the men who worked the case. They all said the same thing and it is in the case file, the family they talked to lied, and refused to co operate.

Law enforcement didn’t even know she had any living relatives outside the aunt and grandmother in Melbourne. They refused to tell law enforcement anything. But I found out alot, Things I promised I would not put in the book.

No the family involved didn’t care enough to bury this young woman who didn’t deserve to be raped and executed and left on a remote road to rot like garbage. She didn’t deserve to be lied about, and tossed out like trash. The adults involved didn’t care enough to bury her. The left her for the county to bury in an unmarked grave. They refused for whatever reason to claim her body so the rest of the family could say goodbye.

Theresa I know many things about this young woman and her family – many things that I promised not to expose. I have given this young woman a voice. A voice that was silenced and then forgotten.  A Voice that has begged to be heard so she can rest. A voice that screams for those who forgot her to live with that decision.

Pauline will never be forgotten again. She is remembered by many and her voice rings out to be heard. Only the guilty scream at the top of their lungs about disgust, and denial.  I have the facts  from reliable and undisputable sources. Facts that show without a doubt this young woman was forgotten as if she didn’t exist.  There have been excuses made as to why no one came forward, but the fact still stands she lies in an unmarked Potters Grave and has since 1975.

She deserves to be heard! She deserves her voice!

The Last Rite, The Pauline Metler Story


May 12, 2012 Posted by | Hate Mail | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

From The Association of Independent Authors

This is straight from Jackie Collins an author who has been published by Traditional Publishers for years. This just goes to show why Traditional Publishers are running scared. As the Prosecutor Said in Court “I rest my case, your Honor”

Jackie Collins: On My Decision to Self-Publish

Posted By AiA Administrator, Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Source: Jackie Collins

If you pay attention to book publishing news and blogs, then you probably already know I’ve decided to try my hand at self-publishing by re-writing and releasing a NEW version of my book The Bitch.

Little did I know when I gave an interview to Galleycat in February that the press would pick up the story so quickly! To date, from that one interview, there have been over 120,000 stories and articles posted online about that one decision.

As you might imagine, the buzz has set off a bit of a firestorm of comments, gossip, conspiracy theories and the like about my publishers and me.

  • “Did she get in a fight with her publishers?”
  • “Did they drop her from their roster?”
  • “Is she dropping them fromherroster?”
  • “Does this mean publishing is dead?”

So I’d like to take a moment to set the record straight.

First, I have fantastic relationships with my two publishers, Simon & Schuster UK and St. Martin’s Press US. No juicy story about a tiff or spat between us—we’re good. I’m currently writing my 29thbook “The Power Trip,” and it will be published by both companies, respectively.

But times are changing, and technology is changing, so I wanted to experiment with this growing trend of self-publishing.


I’ve been a published author for many years, and I’ve had the good fortune to work with several great publishers, and I’ve seen MANY changes in the publishing industry.

From new printing techniques, to new advertising mediums, to direct-to-fan digital publishing, the industry hasalwaysbeen evolving. And it will continue to do so.

At the end of the day, it’s about finding the best way to get your content (Hollywood and relationship fiction in my case) into the hands of your fans who are clamoring for it.


Let me say up front that I will personally always love physical books. I love how a new bookfeelsin your hands. I love turning the pages one-by-one as you curl up in a chair and engross yourself in the story.

But I also know that to stay successful, you’ve always got to be thinking two steps ahead of the game. And by all counts, the book industry is going the way of the CD industry. Almost nobody buys CDs anymore; we get our music fix on iTunes.

And more and more people are opting for eBooks over paper. For example, with Goddess of Vengeance, I think we sold an equal amount of hard covers and eBooks.

And in England, they just bought the digital rights to all my books and Lethal Seduction immediately jumped to #2 on the bestseller’s list. That’s a book that’s 10-years-old! I was quite impressed with that.


I’ve always been involved in the business side of my career. Even in the very beginning, I realized I had to double-check the things my publishers were doing. (After all, no one cares more about your career than you do.)

When it came to advertising, I remember hounding them about what they were going to do for me once the book finally came out. What promotions are they buying? How long is the ad campaign? Is there a co-ops and author tour involved?

Most first-time writers when they finally get their book published, throw a big party, and then scratch their head in bewilderment when they can’t find their book in the bookstore.

So they go to the clerk and say, “Oh, my book’s on the back shelf? Can you get it on the front table?”

They don’t realize that their publisher hasn’t paid for the front table display.

So, there’s a lot to learn, and I’ve learned much of it over the years, but I’mstilllearning. There arestillthings that I don’t know that I find out with each new book.


Publishers are in the publishing business to make money (and that’s a good thing). But remember that their goal is NOT to make your dreams of being an author come true. Their goal is to make money through the careful and thoughtful exploitation of your book.

So, you have to fight for what you want. (Even I do.)

If you want a full-page ad in People magazine, you have to get it in your contract; otherwise it’s not going to happen, and you’ll hear things like, “it costs too much.”


If I were starting out in the business today, I don’t think I would change anything. But, I was extremely lucky because my first book, “The World is Full of Married Men,” was accepted by the first publisher I sent it to, and became an instant bestseller.

Today, if a publisher isn’t interested, you have options. You can sign up with Amazon KDP or Barnes & Noble Pubit or Lulu or SmashWords or CreateSpace or a host of other helpful sites. Google it.


I was thrown out of school for poor grades and playing truant, although I always came in top in writing class. Everybody told me I couldn’t be a writer unless I studied more and went to college.

I said, “No way, I’m following my dream. Writing is my passion.”

Turns out, people don’t buy books because you went to college. They buy books for the characters and thestory. (And dammit, I can tell a great story!)

Looking back, being stubborn and tenacious and constantly asking questions has worked out OK for me.

If you believe your stuff is great, then don’t let anyone tell you that you’re not good enough. Pick yourself up and make some more calls. Network with as many people as you can in the industry. And sweat. Sweat a lot. And keep writing!

Also remember, when it’s time to publish, you’ve got options.

Follow your dream. I always say, “Girls can do anything.” (And so can boys, for that matter.) Put your mind to it; follow your dream, and keep learning and growing. Don’t stagnate. And most of all – love what you do! Writing is a joy – enjoy it!

May 12, 2012 Posted by | Indie Authors | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

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