Open invitation


I’m hearing some pretty disturbing tidbits about how business was done in the Mystic Press days, and since, from people it was done to, and some that saw it happen, up close and personal.

There are aspects of the business that I haven’t really addressed in full because my daughter never got published. I didn’t see those. Things like Swag and (lack of) promotion for launches, how royalties were or weren’t paid, a staggering $360 separation fee. There’s a lot I haven’t really covered in depth because I didn’t know that much about them.

There’s a certain scam artist that will scream “That’s in the past!” But we’ve already seen that those patterns tend to repeat. There are just might be details of your stories that current and new scam victims might recognize and get them asking questions that need to be asked.

New and aspiring authors might think that the way she does things are the way they’re supposed to be done. She presents herself as a publisher, after all. They might not know any better. Let’s tell them. They need to know, and you deserve to tell your stories, too.

So, in order to let new/potential victims know what to look for, I’m extending an open invitations, right here. Right now.

If you’ve had dealings with Tabetha Jones in the last four years, in ANY capacity, I invite you to describe your experiences here, in the comments. Let the world now what she did to you and how, with as much detail as you can manage. If you’ve got screen caps of texts, pms or emails to back your story up, let me know and I’ll make sure they appear in your comment.

How was your launch handled?
How much were you charged going in? Coming out?
How was the editing/artwork/production of your book handled?
Did you get everything you paid for?
Did you get paid?
Got any swag stories?
Did your private life get meddled with?
Anything else?

We know some of the stories, but there are a lot of folks out there whose stories never got told. You deserve to be heard, too. Here’s your chance.

The floor is yours.

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42 thoughts on “Open invitation

  1. I give permission to use my guest post as well as all other information I have provided to show the vile history of the scam publisher I have dealt with. Along with the recent things she has posted that were told to said publisher in private phone conversations. I also encourage any future hopeful authors, models,cover artists and all else to contact me personally via my social media pages.

  2. George has bravely told her story, on the Emily Suess blog, Dear Cuss talked about it, and it’s been told on this blog. That brave soul’s courage was what got the public ball rolling in the first place. Bravo to her.

    CFW has told her story here, and has continued to disclose facts about he former publisher.

    Salena spoke up here to reveal that, as a model and friend, she was lied to, abused, and stolen from. She also disclosed daily habits and routines that directly affect Tabetha’s ability to run all of the businesses she claims to be in charge of.

    Jacqueline also spoke up about how her former partner and former friend conducts her affairs, both public and personal as they relate to how she does business, here. She describes how authors were recruited to edit each others’ books, and were promised pay for editing by way of a higher percentage of their own royalties – and then those royalties never got properly paid. Among other things.

    Someone who wished to remain anonymous came forward to describe their experiences here, discussing how s/he was lied to, battered, abused and scammed. It’s explained how Tab trolls webpages, from one author to the next, contacting them and trying to recruit them. And how Tab talks about this blog to authors, proactively calling it “hate and lies” and forbidding them to post here. One author admitted that she’s told authors that if they so much as look at this blog, it constitutes breach of contract and they’ll have to pay her a separation fee for getting kicked out of the company. She tries to scare them away from reading the truth about them.

    Faith Bloom described her experience with Tab as Romper Room, things were handled so childishly and unprofessionally. She talks about botched releases, lack of editing, Tab’s MANY aliases, and, most importantly, how Tab goes behind authors’ backs, trash-talking them. That and much more.

    Melina Answered questions, here, providing a wealth of insights.

    These are just the guest blogs. There are countless comments throughout the history of this blog where one victim after the next have come forward to tell the same story. Tab sweet-talks authors into signing her bogus contracts, promises the moon, then botches up the books. We’ve seen them. Books that get published with no proper editing, poor formatting, and no promotion. And then, when an author wants to leave, Tab attacks them verbally, beats them over the head with that contact to try to force them to stay with her, or demand that they pay hundreds in the form of a separation fee, and then tries to destroy their lives. She contacts family members, husbands, wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, telling lies about the author in question, to try to destroy their relationships. In one case, a mother lost her child as a result. Several have suffered depression and anxiety issues, and many have turned away from writing all together. Because of her abuse and lies.

    It’s worth reading back through this blog. Not just for the statements made by authors, but the words she says herself. Her own words say more than I possibly could.

    As you read, ask yourself if that’s the kind of publisher you want handling your books. Is that the sort of person you want as a friend? Is that who you want in your life at all?

  3. I don’t want my name tied with Tabetha Jones but I will say that she did tell me and my friend who signed with me that we weren’t allowed to read this blog or else we would have to pay her alot of money for breaching our contract. We did read it and while it really is too much hate and drama, it is absolutely correct about Tabetha and her company. That’s not why we left though. We left because she talked about it so much. She bitched about this blog every time we got on the phone, yelling about Lepplady this and Lepplady that, blog, blog, blog. One time, she was throwing things and breaking them. No offense Lepplady but I got sick of hearing about you all the time. I wanted to talk about my book but all she wanted to talk about was you. Now I could tell you some stories about her and her daughter from what I heard with my own ears but I don’t want to talk about a child like that. I’ll just say that all my friends know that Tabetha Jones is not a publisher to sign with. Hugs and kisses to the person on the inside that helped us get away even if we did have to pay. It’s worth it to be away from her and her company. I got signed by a subsidiary of one of the big six and I’m doing good now. I’m not a best seller yet but I’m getting there, no thanks to Tabetha Jones.

    • If there’s anything harmful going on with a minor child, I encourage you and anybody else that’s aware of it to report it to the proper authorities. Please feel free to pm me for further information.

      • Ah. After speaking to a couple people off the boards, I can say that a certain Texan fruitcake has been answering to authorities about her kid longer than I’ve known who she is. How she keeps skidding out of it is beyond me. But I can also tell you that certain interested parties are keeping track. If anything happens to that poor kid, the county will have some questions to answer to the state, and to the feds. Not to mention the fruitcake in question.

    • I was told not to read this blog too. And I was still an author with her company, but when she found out I had added JT to my friends list on fb, she let me go from Phoenix Fire. How was I in breach of contract? Funny, I wasn’t.

  4. Boy, there is too much I could mention that happened to me by tabethas doing. But the proof, some of it isnt mine to tell but the authors. I will tell you that I was accepted as an editor, promoter andauthor etc. I will tell you thatI was contacted by two of her authors weeks after being added to the family fb group. Telling me what was happening to them. I could not believe my fucking eyes what they were saying but as i watched i realized that she did everything to this person that this person had said to me. So I helped this person leave. Its not my right as a worker but what was going down between this person and tabetha. I was shocked because tabetha seemed so nice and friendly. Yes, she continuously slandered ex mystic press authors,phoenix fire authors and many others who left her because of her discgraceful behaviour and actions. We were fed a lot of lies about what happened. So i didwhat any person would do and i spoke to the horses mouth JT Larson who showed me proof of what really happened between Thea and tabetha. I started to realize i had committed to something horrible. I felt bad. I blamed myself for helping new authors get signed on only to be screwed over. If i had known at the start this was happening i would never have signed up. I would have never let any of my friends sign up knowing itd ruin their writing career.
    So the indie package deals she made for phoenix – I came up with that. Many things i came up with she used. Our first arguement was when i realized tabetha was pulling a fast one on one of my ex pa’s and i warned her to stay away from tabetha but i was ignored and was told on by this ex pa to tabetha. After that i relinquished any usage of tdrv in fan fiction. I could not lose the rightsif i stopped it fromhappening. Then i was contacted by another author who told me that tabetha had verbally abused them through a phone call and i helped them leave. Back then tabetha had contracts with leaving fees of $360. Which was ridiculous seeing as the quality of the books was horrendous. They honestly looked better before submission to her company. But i never had to worry about leave fees. I was given a contract by tabetha especially for me only that said i could leave freely if i wished. I was happy with this contract because i liked the free part. Who wouldnt? Anyway…i have to go back to work so i will continue this conversation when im back. Believe me i have loads more to tell and everything i have said i can give you all proof. Coz i have every bit of proof. Continuing at 5:30pm aussie time. Be there or be square lol jokes.

    • Please don’t blame yourself. You didn’t know what was going to happen. And when you found out, you did right by as many people as you could. I think you’re a hero then, and more so now for speaking up.
      🙂

    • Right back to what i was saying. The same person tabetha verbally abused was the same person tabetha said it was okay to hit a child to if they whinged. Which is wrong in itself. Because the child was only asking a question. I will tell you in all honesty. Tabethas publishing houses are not family, they are her ways of an income that no one else gets, they are full of her drama and bullshit she starts. I remember being asked where my royalties were and she made up a bullshit story that she pays in three months. Three months later and no royalties. There was so much drama and she wasnt there to fix it she was causing it. I got messages on messages. I had the authors ask me to help them promote their books ( before i was given the PR job btw) because tabetha doesnt promote or market. So i helped them and i asked them how their sales were going as usually all authors get reports on what they earnt. And they didnt know. How can you not know? I had a talk to tabetha who said they werent selling much. It was vague. So vague i could read straight through it like a book. These authors who said they didnt know. A few of them found out their books werent doing too bad for an aspiring author. After that i was brought on for a lot more positions but once i realized tabetha wasnt paying her authors i stopped promoting. They deserve the money. They put their heart, blood, sweat, and tears to write a story that tabetha failed or is failing to give good quality to. I was so worried and scared and hating myself i started getting severe depression and was pescribed depression pills. It got to the point where i couldnt write and i cried myself to sleep every night knowing i was screwed and so were the authors who followed me. There was so much bullshit. It kept building and building and building up till i had my first panic attack and told tabetha i was leaving. Then shit really hit the fan. Tabetha blamed me for everything. Said she had done everything for me. Which wasnt true. I was the reason her company kept running a little longer. Well one of them anyway. Then i told her i was leaving freely with my contract especially made for me. She said i wasnt. That i owed her the leave fee. I told her that my contract said i was leaving for free. Then all of a sudden she shows me a contract. I had not signed this contract. I had not even seen it. She had either copied my signature illegaly onto this new contract or swapped it. I fought tooth and claw because i had none of her contracts. They just mysteriously appeared right when i left. In the end i gave in and paid her leave fee and was continuously slandered by her afterwards. Fuck her silent clause she never adhered to it. I got emails and messages about her slandering me. Funny thing was i was attacked by her and her cronies so much i left the indie book community for seven months. Half of it, i did nothing. The leff of the months i studied publishing properly and i now own a successful publishing house and a successful writing career

  5. All Tabby cares about is money, fucking and food. She’s full of shit when she says that she only has relationships she fucks everything that moves and that means men and women, she fucked her best friend Misty’s boyfriend and she still hooks up with her baby daddy James to. Her daddy wasn’t no biker either. I knew Larry when I was little, he didn’t spend all this time with her teaching her all this shit, he didn’t no nothing about witchcraft or angels or anything she got that shit later same as that voodoo shit, she didn’t grow up learning shit like that all she did was fuck around and do meth. She don’t do meth no more but she buys and sells pills she’s a fucking pill head. She gets stoned in front of her kid and drunk to. And she better stop saying shit about Tommy because if she keeps saying he beat her she’s going to find out what beat really feels like. His family is pissed. James never kidnapped her and neither James or Randy beat her either but I seen her knock Randy’s teeth out and she gave that guy Josh second or third degree burns. Men don’t beat her, she beats them up. All she does is stuff her fat fuckin face, fuck everything that moves and steal people’s money when she’s not beating them up. She don’t even no how many people want to kick her fuckin ass, the only reason they don’t is cuz of her kid. That kid is the only reason Eric stayed as long as he did same thing with Randy. I don’t no what Troy’s deal is, but I no Dee moved with her mom after surgery so she’s not there anymore. Tab’s a fuckin liar. She talks tough but she ain’t no biker chick. She got that shit from Sons of Anarchy. And if she pisses of the wrong biker naming them out of school saying she’s a member her kid will be living with daddy for good. She ain’t no Bandito and she better stop saying she is cuz she ain’t shit.

    • BOYAH, did I call that or what? A S.O.A, wannabe. I knew she had no affiliation if she did as much as she loves flapping her gums, and showing off the first proof would be her N.P.T. I am betting she hasn’t a clue as to what that is.

      Again I don’t talk the talk I walk that walk. I don’t have to rely on a television show to try and be what I’m not. I am the real deal, no shame in my game as I keep telling Tabbytwit. I don’t need to fake a damn thing. Don’t need to pretend to be anything because I am the genuine article. I was taught many things and tI tell you the truth if you have to brag, pretend ,or get your information from books, TV and the history channel about gangs, bitch you ain’t shit.

      Keep studying on how to be a badass there little girl. Maybe one day you will be fit to walk in my shadow. Unail then I suggest you keep your puppy ass on the porch.

    • Oh sweet jailbait you are so deluded that you really have to make up all those lies. I do believe Randy came on here himself and said he had done those things in the past and was a changed man. As far as James the only thing we have between us is a child. I would never touch him again even if I was paid too. Eric was the unsung hero who lied about being this top notch Marine Sniper who watched his best friend died in his arms. blah blah blah. Yes Randy will tell you I knocked his teeth out he hit me and called me cunt and I was tired of being hit. As for Josh I’d like to know how he got burned because that is a straight up lie.

      Tommie, at least spell his name right put his poor mother in the grave cause he couldnt get his shit together.

      Dee never had surgery she put it off until the holidays were over. Funny shes here right now in her room. I believe shes eating a late lunch.

      As far as my father Larry Willis you keep your mouth shut. He ran with the toughest bikers. And rode with him and became part of a lifestyle that most don’t get to see.

      My abuse and addiction is an open book I have nothing to hide. I have no lies to tellabout what I have done and been through. But you jailbait want to hide and pretend to know me.

      Its funny you mention Misty, yet you fail to mention she fucked Randy while I was married to him and asleep in the next room. Over the years we did fucked up shit to one another but we are grown and over it. SHe has moved on and so have I.

      Unless you leave in my home and know what exactly goes on don’t accuse me of false shit. Do assume anything all it does is make you look like an ass. My father didnt share his business with just anyone. He shared it with only very few ppl.

      Obviously you werent one of those ppl. Shut the fuck up or put up bitch.

      • Daddy may have kept his mouth shut, IF HE WAS AFFILIATED AT ALL. But it seems his daughter never learned the golden rule. You ain’t shit. You want to say jailbait is nothing but a liar,but I see you aren’t saying CFW is. I bet you are googling the hell out of what a N.P.T is. Good luck with that little girl. Only the real deals know that score. Just goes to show who the real liar is right Tabetha?

      • IF he was affiliated, and IF the two of them spent all this quality biker time together, she’d know a hell of a lot more than she pretends to be. It’s obvious that she doesn’t.

      • Translated: Jailbait nailed it. Again.

        Your father might not have shared his business with just anyone, but you don’t mind running your mouth about his business, do you?
        IF your father were a biker, especially with a %1 MC, the very first thing he taught you would have been to keep your mouth shut about club business. If YOU were affiliated, as you claim, you’d know better. You don’t and you’re not.

        I’m sure Tommie and his family will be delighted to see you accusing him of killing his mother. A CLASSIC case of the pot and the kettle.

        But, hey. Thanks for admitting that you screwed your best friend’s man. What a bestie you are.

        And thank you for confessing to knocking Randy’s teeth out. You just proved that YOU are the one with the violent temper. YOU are the abusive partner. Thank you for showing that to the world, and to the hundreds of people that look at this blog. Including all of your authors. Past and present.

      • It’s damn funny Tabetha is telling jailbait to put up or shut up, yet I’ve challenged her how many times to do the very same thing,and what? Nothing but crickets!

        Say I didn’t Tabetha, I dare you. Journal? I posted mine for the world to see. Royalties, well everyone associated with you knows the true story. And now the biggest tell tale sign of them all, you claim legacy of the Banditos, then you would have no problem explaining what a N.P.T. is and showing proof.

        Like I said, wannabe pass around. Nothing more, not even in your wettest dreams.

      • “I do believe Randy came on here himself and said he had done those things in the past and was a changed man.”

        No. He didn’t. I looked back through the archives, and found his statements. Here are all of them.

        The only wrongdoing he confesses to is leaving such a good woman. His words, at the time. He might choose different wording now. He Talked about how eager he was to make you his wife again, and how happy he was going to be with you, your kid and his kids.

        Well, that didn’t exactly pan out, did it. That was, what, two boyfriends ago? Three? And each of them so eager to make you their wife. You’ve slid so many engagement rings on and off, it’s no surprise that it looks like the last one took out a chunk of skin. Or did that come from knocking somebody else’s teeth out?

        If anybody can find anywhere on this blog where he admits to battering Tabetha, please point it out. If you can find him admitting that anywhere, please, share it with the rest of the class. That includes you, Tab. As you like to say lately, put up or shut up.

  6. I had a right to defend myself when I had warned him if he continued to abuse me I was tired of it. My dad didn’t have to wear the colors or the cuts he was recognized because of his loyalty and respect the same reason I am. That 1%er is only on a cut if you are, have brutally beat or killed someone for the club. Not everyone gets to wear that on their cuts. Bandidos are the second largest group of bikers in the US the only ones that beat them out by size is the Hell’s Angels.

    We are the people you parents warned you about, a motto they live by, and once a brother always a brother. They are the only group that don’t believe in beating their women, or passing them around.

    I never admitted to having sex with Misty’s boyfriend, I said she had sex with Randy while we were married and I was asleep in the next room. I don’t have sex with just anyone. I am not a slut or a whore. I was taught better than that. And I have more self respect for myself.

    And I know for a fact Randy posted that because everyone went off on him because of his spelling because he was pissed when he read it. Randy and I are friends, we learned that we were better as friends than anything.

    Tommie could never get his shit together. He did a highway speed chase with the cops knowing his mother had cancer and was on her death bed. He cared more about his drugs and drinking then being there for her. I was there for her, I went to the funeral because that woman meant alot to me. She was a wonderful woman and she and I remained friends even after me and her son divorced. She completely understood why I left him.

    I don’t have to pretend to be anything. I got to see things and experience things spending time with my father that most ppl only dream about. He taught me things that was part of our Willis family heritage. No, not everyone knew but everyone found out after he died when they found his shadow box with all his books of spells and many other things.

    I find it funny that you ppl want to bring up shit that has no meaning to this blog. You find anyway you can to belittle me or degrade me.

    You bring my sister into it, who , yes is living here, until we all move very soon together as a family to better ourselves and our companies. You say she faked her suicide, but we have medical records to prove you all very wrong. A suicide attempt that was caused by this very blog which is on record.

    You bring my minor child into it who cannot defend herself. You accuse me of doing drugs and drinking in front of her yet I see no proof. Because there is none, just ppl that want to run their mouth about shit they know nothing about. You say I am a shitty mother but my daughter is well taken care of and its not by anyone else but me. Its always been me.

    I never said James kidnapped me or my daughter. And I ask myself everyday why the hell I was even with that man but I was given a beautiful gift. He may say he is a changed man but I know he’s still a monster deep inside and that will be dealt with.

    Josh never was beat or burned he lied and played a part, something that he said he always did with every girl he has ever been with because he was wanting them to be happy. He lied the entire time we were together. I was naive to the rules of BDSM and having a big heart I trusted him when he said he wouldn’t hurt me and we had a safe word, yet he made it impossible to say the safe word when he was hurting me.

    You ppl are something else. All you do is sit around and dig up bullshit, aren’t you tired of getting dirty?

    Aren’t you tired of all this? Or do you enjoy bullying a person the way you do me? This isn’t about my company or my authors anymore, you have allowed ppl to lie about my personal life and without blinking an eye don’t even bother to ask yourself if they are even telling the truth, you just assume.

    As for 2 cents and Jailbait I find them hilarious because they have no idea what really goes on in my life. But again you just assume they are truthful never blinking. Eventually that is going to come back to bite you all in the ass.

    Cindy, I don’t want to be anything like you. I have my own life and own things going on. I didn’t steal shit from you. I don’t need to steal your life or anyone else’s. So, quit thinking you are so fucking special because you aren’t shit to me. Why would I want to be a woman that her husband allows her to sleep around with other men? Why would I want to be a woman that has to put herself out there like that for a man’s attention? You are the slut, the whore. You say you don’t need the stress yet you come on here and stress yourself out all on your own and then want to point the finger at me. Bitch, am I putting a fucking gun to your head telling you to post of the blog? No. You do it. It’s called free will.

    So, no one say shit when her head explodes because she brought it all on herself.

    No one say shit when this blog finally gets shut the fuck down because you all fucked up. And it may take years but it will happen I don’t care what amount of my money it takes.

    I am living my dreams, writing, publishing, modeling, and doing everything I said I would. What are you all doing? Oh thats right making me the center of your worlds.

    • Really Tabetha if that is all you have to say about me you are totally pathetic. You say I stress out, your right I do, but of you think I won’t defend MYSELF you are sadly mistaken. I don’t fucking back down you knew that from day one.

      You should know that when I spoke on your sorry ass behalf. And look how you repay that. With half truths about my life. Bitch please, maybe do some damn research before you start saying a damn thing about something you haven’t a clue about. You assume that the clubs I attended were free for all orgies. You wish, because that would be more to your taste. But sorry sweetie unlike your fuckfests in the corner of the strip club you attend, it isn’t at all as you wish to fantasize about. Too bad we raised money for breast cancer and the wounded warriors. Do tell me where that money went for the women’s shelter? Yeah thought so.

      But kudos for the vague, misinformed information you attempt to place as gospel. It is so adorable how you are attempting to be so self-righteous, seeing how you in YOUR OWN WORDS, put out how much of a skeezer,hoebag, you are my dear. But keep throwing that shade, I myself have an entire forest. At least I never hid anything from my husband of 22 years. I didn’t have to make up stories of men who desired me, unlike you and your fake bartender and cabana boy. I didn’t pretend to love someone and try to undress men or is that strangers, or play as if they were interested. Little girl you need better material before you dare come at me.

      You want to act as if you know so much about MC’s. Daddy wasn’t patched bitch he was nothing but a hang around, gopher a tool to be used by the real members of a real MC. See toots a REAL BIKER knows what to say, and more importantly WHAT THE HELL NOT TO SAY. Your big mouth is writing checks your big ass can’t cash. Keep posing honey, maybe one day you will get it right.

      I can’t help but laugh at you. As for anything else about me and what you think I have done in my life. I think you should pluck that rafter from you eyes before you dare cast another disparaging remark on my life.

    • “I had a right to defend myself when I had warned him if he continued to abuse me I was tired of it.”


      STILL trying to paint yourself as the victim? Seriously?

      There’s this thing called a door. If a guy hits you, you walk through it. You don’t hang around for round 2. I’m not saying it’s easy, but the best thing any (truly) abused woman can do when a man hits her is leave. Especially if there are small children in the house. You don’t warn a guy about the consequences if a guy hits you again. You leave.

      But, I’ve said it before, and I’ll repeat it. I DON’T BELIEVE IT. In one breath, you claim to be the victim of domestic abuse. But in the VERY NEXT SENTENCE, you claim to be a member of a %1 biker club. Are you really trying to tell me that if a guy was hitting you, they wouldn’t take care of it? Really? You honestly expect people to swallow that?

      “My dad didn’t have to wear the colors or the cuts he was recognized because of his loyalty and respect the same reason I am. That 1%er is only on a cut if you are, have brutally beat or killed someone for the club. Not everyone gets to wear that on their cuts. Bandidos are the second largest group of bikers in the US the only ones that beat them out by size is the Hell’s Angels.

      We are the people you parents warned you about, a motto they live by, and once a brother always a brother. They are the only group that don’t believe in beating their women, or passing them around.”

      So. You are saying that you’re a Bandido, then? Straight up?

      “I never admitted to having sex with Misty’s boyfriend, I said she had sex with Randy while we were married and I was asleep in the next room. I don’t have sex with just anyone. I am not a slut or a whore. I was taught better than that. And I have more self respect for myself.

      And I know for a fact Randy posted that because everyone went off on him because of his spelling because he was pissed when he read it. Randy and I are friends, we learned that we were better as friends than anything.”

      So show it to me. It’s my blog. I searched, and I couldn’t find it. Here’s your chance to finally prove me wrong about something. You haven’t done that yet, and I’d be amused to see you pull it off, for once. Each comment has a link, so find it and post it. We’ll wait.

      “Tommie could never get his shit together. He did a highway speed chase with the cops knowing his mother had cancer and was on her death bed. He cared more about his drugs and drinking then being there for her. I was there for her, I went to the funeral because that woman meant alot to me. She was a wonderful woman and she and I remained friends even after me and her son divorced. She completely understood why I left him.”

      “I don’t have to pretend to be anything. I got to see things and experience things spending time with my father that most ppl only dream about. He taught me things that was part of our Willis family heritage. No, not everyone knew but everyone found out after he died when they found his shadow box with all his books of spells and many other things.

      I find it funny that you ppl want to bring up shit that has no meaning to this blog. You find anyway you can to belittle me or degrade me.

      You bring my sister into it, who , yes is living here, until we all move very soon together as a family to better ourselves and our companies. You say she faked her suicide, but we have medical records to prove you all very wrong. A suicide attempt that was caused by this very blog which is on record.

      You bring my minor child into it who cannot defend herself. You accuse me of doing drugs and drinking in front of her yet I see no proof. Because there is none, just ppl that want to run their mouth about shit they know nothing about. You say I am a shitty mother but my daughter is well taken care of and its not by anyone else but me. Its always been me.”

      Your dead father. Your sick sister. Your minor child. Your ex-husband’s dead mother. You’re really desparate to hide behind anybody at this point, aren’t you?

      But, okay. Let’s see that book of shadows. Snap a pic of dear old dad’s spell journal. You’ve certainly got it handy in the house there, somewhere. Whip it out and snap a shot of it. You know that as administrator of this blog, I can see several things. I can see when you look, and I can see where you’re looking from. So you’ve got ten minutes after the next time you view this blog to whip out your phone, snap a picture of dad’s spell book and post it. Shut me up. Go ahead. Let’s see it.

      Right. You won’t. I don’t believe for a second that it exists. You’ll babble something about how you don’t have to prove anything to me. But remember, princess, you’re the one that brought it up. So put your money where your mouth is.

      “I never said James kidnapped me or my daughter. And I ask myself everyday why the hell I was even with that man but I was given a beautiful gift. He may say he is a changed man but I know he’s still a monster deep inside and that will be dealt with.”

      I don’t have the screen cap handy, but I’ll find it. You made exactly that claim, saying that he kept you and your daughter in a room most of the time, only letting you come out to eat and use the bathroom. And most of these people saw that, so they know what a liar you are. As if they didn’t already.

      “Josh never was beat or burned he lied and played a part, something that he said he always did with every girl he has ever been with because he was wanting them to be happy. He lied the entire time we were together. I was naive to the rules of BDSM and having a big heart I trusted him when he said he wouldn’t hurt me and we had a safe word, yet he made it impossible to say the safe word when he was hurting me.”

      Don’t you ever get tired of telling the world how inadequate you were as a lover with him? It’s embarrassing to watch. You really should quit while you’re behind.

      “You ppl are something else. All you do is sit around and dig up bullshit, aren’t you tired of getting dirty?

      Aren’t you tired of all this? Or do you enjoy bullying a person the way you do me? This isn’t about my company or my authors anymore, you have allowed ppl to lie about my personal life and without blinking an eye don’t even bother to ask yourself if they are even telling the truth, you just assume.

      As for 2 cents and Jailbait I find them hilarious because they have no idea what really goes on in my life. But again you just assume they are truthful never blinking. Eventually that is going to come back to bite you all in the ass.”

      With your own words, you admit to commiting violence, and yet you STILL try to play the victim? You’re either incredibly delusional, or you’re astoundingly stubborn. I suspect both.

      It’s directly about your company, because this is the drama that you drag in as excuses when people ask why they aren’t getting paid. How would we know about any of this unless you, yourself, had spoken it first? THAT’s the question you need to answer, before you go around accusing people of bullying you. As for .02 and Jailbait, it looks like they’re getting on your nerves because they’re hitting the nail right on the head. Why else would you be here, screaming and shouting so much? Hiding behind every sick, dead and helpless relative you ever had? Guilty colors always show through, and right now, you’re lit up like a Christmas tree.

      “Cindy, I don’t want to be anything like you. I have my own life and own things going on. I didn’t steal shit from you. I don’t need to steal your life or anyone else’s. So, quit thinking you are so fucking special because you aren’t shit to me. Why would I want to be a woman that her husband allows her to sleep around with other men? Why would I want to be a woman that has to put herself out there like that for a man’s attention? You are the slut, the whore. You say you don’t need the stress yet you come on here and stress yourself out all on your own and then want to point the finger at me. Bitch, am I putting a fucking gun to your head telling you to post of the blog? No. You do it. It’s called free will.

      So, no one say shit when her head explodes because she brought it all on herself.”

      2 things. First, you don’t have a husband, so you can’t compare yourself to Cindy on that level. And second, you can’t compare yourself to her on any level, because you’re not in the same class. You’re not even in the same league. The more you spout off about her, the more you try to drag her down, the more you prove that she is above you. Try as you might, you can’t even begin to compete. All you can to is rip off her bio, rip off her life, and WISH you were half the woman she is (figuratively). Keep dreaming, though. Maybe, one day, you’ll be as fabulous as you pretend to be.

      “No one say shit when this blog finally gets shut the fuck down because you all fucked up. And it may take years but it will happen I don’t care what amount of my money it takes.”

      “I am living my dreams, writing, publishing, modeling, and doing everything I said I would. What are you all doing? Oh thats right making me the center of your worlds.”

    • “I never said James kidnapped me or my daughter.”

      It took me a minute to figure out why I couldn’t find the screen grab of where you said that.

      I couldn’t find the screen grab because you said it to me on the phone. With your own two lips. I have that recorded conversation, and I’m perfectly willing to present it as evidence, should the need arise.

      And before you start bitching about how we jumped down your throat for revealing Cindy’s information from a phone call, what she said was private information about herself, with a reasonable expectation of privacy. That’s a legal term. Look it up. What YOU said was to accuse an innocent man of kidnapping and rape. That’s a whole different kettle of fish.

      So, you need to retract that statement. You did, indeed say it. On the phone. To me. In English.

      “For the cheap seats” as the lovely Cindy and her brother say, I can back up what I say. Believe it.

    • I know more than I think you remember when your in your drunken state you seem to talk. You don’t allow Troy to go out because he forgets to come back.
      Now Tabby cakes you are the whore you stated many times in your wanna be book that never made it how you had sex with strippers in the corner selling drugs. Cindy is more of a LADY than you will ever be. She is the Queen Bitch and you are nothing next to her but pissant who wants to be a wanna be.

      • 2 cents the dancers i was close to were either good friends or i was in a serious relationship with them. I have always been open about my drug use in my mid twenties and that I did meth and sold it. It’s not a big secret. But I never had sex with any dancer I dated in the corner. We may have kissed or whatever but never fucked them in the corner. Some did do drugs with me. As for the book of memoirs I am still working on that and there will be everything that I went thru in those years stated.

        Troy knows my past and Troy can leave this house any time he wants and any troubles we might have had in the beginning but there was only one person I stated that too and it was Jackie. So 2 cents are you Jackie? I never said he forgets to come back, I said he had certain demons to conquer and he has.

        I don’t give a rats ass about Cindy being a Queen Bitch or a Queen Whore she can be whatever she wants to be. just I will be whatever I chose to be. But one thing I am not is a whore or a slut. I know where I have been, who I have slept with and how much of a safety girl I am. I don’t just toss my pussy around for anyone. If I am in a serious relationship the man I am with has to wait. I don’t just jump in bed with them. I need to know its more than just physical. After several weeks then we can work on getting intimate.

        And don’t bother asking about my sex life with Troy, its none of your business other than it not only takes care of me emotionally but physically as well. Its as if our bodies were just for each other.

      • 2 cents the dancers i was close to were either good friends or i was in a serious relationship with them. I have always been open about my drug use in my mid twenties and that I did meth and sold it. It’s not a big secret. But I never had sex with any dancer I dated in the corner. We may have kissed or whatever but never fucked them in the corner. Some did do drugs with me.

        And yet you expect us to believe for a second that the owners of the club are personally approving of you writing and publishing a book that describes their dancers, past or present, doing drugs in the club?

        Bullshit.

        As for the book of memoirs I am still working on that and there will be everything that I went thru in those years stated.

        Translated: I’m changing my history to suit my current mood/needs, going from being a drug-crazed stripper groupie wannabe to a battered woman enduring fictional horrors at the hands of my exes.

        You’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t, aren’t you? If you write all that crap about “Mister Shadows” screwing you every which way from Sunday at the club, you’ll have the real guy (and likely his wife) either suing you or knocking on your door. And never mind what the club will say about letting you publish it.

        If you publish a book detailing abuse that didn’t happen, you’ll deal with your exes (and likely their wives, too) either suing you or pounding your door.

        Here’s a thought. TRY THE TRUTH. Stop making up fictional histories and ripping off others’.

        Hey, Cindy. I’ll bet you a million dollars that her new “memoirs” read like a direct ripoff of your life.

        Troy knows my past

        No he doesn’t. He knows what you’ve told him. You’ve already demonstrated repeatedly (today alone) that your “past” changes more often than your panties. If he wants to read the TRUTH about your past, he needs look no further than right here.

        and Troy can leave this house any time he wants and any troubles we might have had in the beginning

        Nice little slip there. So much for the “Perfect in paradise,” “I’ve known him for YEARS, we were best friends,” “He’s the man of my dreams” scenario you tried to paint with this guy, like you try to paint with every guy you hook up with. You just admitted that there were problems from the jump. And you expect anybody (least of all him) to think it’s going to get better? With YOU? Not very likely.

        but there was only one person I stated that too and it was Jackie. So 2 cents are you Jackie? I never said he forgets to come back, I said he had certain demons to conquer and he has.

        .02 isn’t Jackie. Keep guessing, though. It’s fun to watch you squirm.

        Nobody needs to tell me that whatever guy you’re with spends time away from you. This is you we’re talking about. Your drama. Your demands. Your temper. Your lies. Your laziness. How much of that do you think anybody can handle and want to hang around? None. Why do you think they all leave? Because there’s something wrong with them? You need to put down the rose-colored glasses and pick up a mirror, hon. Believe it or not, as you like, but I’m trying to help you right now. If you keep behaving the way you do, you’re never going to have a healthy relationship with anybody. Not to be catty, but seriously. Get some help. You’re still (fairly) young enough that you could have a normal relationship with a man, and with your kid. But if you keep going the way you are, you are going to end up alone. You suck the life out of everybody you’re around. They leave out of self-preservation. And I don’t blame them a bit.

        I don’t give a rats ass about Cindy being a Queen Bitch or a Queen Whore

        No. Those are titles that you try to claim for yourself, but never will. Because the only thing you’re queen of is drama. Dream on, little girl, dream on.

        she can be whatever she wants to be.

        As if she needs your permission.

        just I will be whatever I chose to be. But one thing I am not is a whore or a slut. I know where I have been, who I have slept with and how much of a safety girl I am. I don’t just toss my pussy around for anyone. If I am in a serious relationship the man I am with has to wait. I don’t just jump in bed with them. I need to know its more than just physical. After several weeks then we can work on getting intimate.

        Weeks? Is that what you consider taking a long time to get to know somebody? That alone shows that your standards are pretty screwed up.

        It’s also a bold-faced lie.

        Are you honestly saying that you didn’t have sex with Troy the day he moved in? Maybe Troy could jump in here and clear that one up. You see, we already know how long you knew Troy in person before you moved him in and took him to your bed. Or was it the couch? And so does he. These “weeks” getting to know somebody don’t include hearing about him through one of your model friends, talking to him on Facebook and (maybe) on the phone. Face to face, person to person, how long did you know him before you rumpled the sheets? Was it even a full day?

        You don’t have to answer us. That’s your business. But you might have to explain that one to the guy sitting next to you. You just lied and said you knew him for “weeks” as you got to know him, but earlier in this charade, you said you’ve known him for years. Did you move him in the day you met or not? We already know the answer. But you might want to explain to him how you’ve just contradicted yourself three times over within the same sentence.

        This might be the first ACTUAL lie he catches you in, but we’re here to tell him it won’t be the last. They’re all around him. All he’s got to do is open his eyes and look around. About all of it.

        Or maybe he has already. Maybe the only demon he’s wrestling with is how to get away from you.

        And don’t bother asking about my sex life with Troy, its none of your business other than it not only takes care of me emotionally but physically as well. Its as if our bodies were just for each other.

        That’s the EXACT same thing you said about Eric. Word for word. How hilarious! Girl, you can’t even come up with original ways to express how perfect a guy is for you.

        Anybody here want to know why? Because he isn’t perfect for her. He’s just a tool to be used by her. He’s a paycheck and a swinging dick. That’s it. He’s a threat to throw in our faces and a cardboard cutout that she holds up to prove she’s so awesome she can have a fairy-tale romance with the man of her dreams. Only there’s a hole on the head, and the faces that fill it keep switching out. One guy, then the next, then the next. Etc. I’m sure Troy is perfect for somebody, and I’ll be happy for him when he actually goes out and finds her. Because it’s not Tab. She’d have to have a heart for that. And in HER cardboard cutout, that’s where the hole is.

        Seriously. She needs to get some help.

    • You fucking lying bitch she was already dead she died Oct 2012 & the chase happened Jan 10 2013 bitch I am warning you I do not do any talking do u get what I am telling u man You were not even at his mothers funeral she fucking hated u & thought you were drama…Your mom gave her rides to Houston & called all the time that is about it bitch u need to quit lying u say my husbands name 1 more time & I am telling you I will be at your bitchass door

  7. Believe whatever you want at this point, the ppl that are the closest to me know what myself and daughter have been through. They know the demons I have dealt with, if you choose not to believe it then that is on you. But one of these days it is all going to come out for everyone to see and know, then just maybe you ppl will see I have never lied aout my life and I didn’t have to steal anyone’s pain. I have my own pain.

    I have forgiven most of the ppl that have caused me pain not for them but for myself. As for James there are some things that cannot be forgiven. And the things he put me through in front of my daughter, not his daughter, he has no right to even claim that. I am tired of trying to convince you and the rest of the people on this blog.

    But unless you have walked in my shoes and dealt with the abuse I suffered do not judge me or cast stones. You can’t even begin to grasp the abuse and trauma my daughter and I suffered. I have medical and psychological records to prove everything I have said. I have CPS reports against him proving everything he did.

    After two years of therapy for her and the state requiring him to take certain classes they granted his visitation back. But I know he is still the same monster he always was. A tiger doesn’t change its strips and he will slip one day and that will be the day all of you will see how far I go to protect my daughter.

    Its really no one’s business but the process has already started. I don’t believe my daughter is safe around him. And I will do everything in my power to show the courts that. Rylee took an aptitude test showing she thinks like a 13 year old and cannot be co-hearsed or told to lie about things her mind does not work that way. So, legally she will be able to talk to attorneys, advocate centers even a judge in their chamber.

    I believe I have raised a damn good child and she has not been sheltered about the world around her. She knows fairy tales do not exist. I was sheltered somewhat so when I married for the first time I thought it would be forever, no one told me men would beat me, lie and cheat.

    Rylee understands that there are ppl that cannot be trusted and the world is not full of rainbows and unicorns. I don’t want her to depend on a man to save her, I want her to be able to save herself. Which I do believe she will be fully capable of.

    You can continue to drag my name through the mud but don’t think I wont put a fight. I come on here hoping that one day maybe, just maybe you will see the light and understand I am not the monster you make me out to be. I have been thru hell but I pulled myself out of the dark pits and survived. I am a victim and I truly am sorry you don’t believe that.

    Cindy please stop thinking you are so damn special that I would want to steal anything from you. I don’t need to have been thru enough in my own 34 years that I don’t need to steal anyone’s pain and suffering I have my own. I didn’t steal your bio. I have been writing since I was twelve and yes it was poetry and my father gave me my first journal. He too liked to write at certain times of his life. I have notebooks, journals, not every single one but I do have some. I am missing several do to when James and I divorced I didn’t get all my stuff and belongings from his dads storage building. And he refuses to even look for it.

    Again before you ppl cast stones and judge you might want to to take a long look in the mirror. God doesn’t like ugly. And what you ppl are doing to me is well past that.

    • Sure Tabetha I’ll stop when you do. God doesn’t like ugly, again you steal that from the many times I’ve quoted my grammy, you know the quote. Beauty is skin deep and ugly is to the bone. And remember god don’t like ugly. You have seen me say it a hundred times. It isn’t me that needs to get over myself, its you. You keep saying that you don’t steal my life and things but CONTINUE to use my wording.

      Put up or shut up Tabetha, journals, daddy’s spell book, answer the questions before you. Stop casting the lines of doubt, learn the damn truth. And for Pete sake stop throwing everyone around you under the bus and own up to all your lies and wrongdoing. Every bit of it. Stop trying to make yourself seem better. Lies about a MC that more than likely doesn’t know yours or daddies existence.

      For the record the Hells Angels and banditos are bitter enemies. Your dad could not have went back and forth as you claim with such ease. ESPECIALLY in the years and time frame your dumb ass claims. Keep trying toots, you may get it right eventually. You are only quoting knowledge from the history channel, and a TV show. When you walk in the real world let me know. I may give you a few pointers, then again I’d probably let you sink as you deserve.

    • If god doesn’t like ugly, he hates your ass.

      You whine about us providing proof, but we do. Evey single time. Yet you provide none. Cindy showed us her journals. Let’s see yours.

      You said you had your father’s spell book, now you’re calling it a journal, so let’s see that.

      You keep saying you have proof that all of your husbands abused you, yet you refuse to provide a single shred of proof. And don’t cry privacy, either. You sent me you birth certificate and adoption papers to prove your lineage. If you had any such proof, against any of them, you’d be waving it loud and proud to prove what a victim you are. But you don’t, because you can’t.

      You keep saying that one of these days, the truth about your abuse will come out. You’ve been saying that for years. So, if you’ve got all these records, PROVE IT.

      Looking through old posts yesterday, I saw a lot of you comments about James throughout the course of this blog. One minute, you two are the best of friends, and the next, he’s a monster. First, you say he kidnapped you, strapped you down, raped and tortured you in front of your daughter, holding the two of you captive in a room, only letting you out to eat and use the bathroom. Then, just recently, you deny it. But when I remind you that I’ve got you on tape saying it, the story flip-flops back to the years of therapy your poor child went through and what a monster he is.

      First, you say Tommie abused you. Then you say he didn’t. Now you’re saying he did. He was your first husband, wasn’t he? You just said he beat you, cheated and lied.

      You make up whatever story suits you at the moment and run with it. When the truth is presented to you, you switch it up and run with a new one.

      The truth doesn’t work that way. The truth remains the truth, no matter what lie you make up to mask it.

      The truth is that these men did not abuse you. You keep claiming it, but refuse to prove it. No. You are the one with the abusive personality. You’re the one that hits people. You’re the one that lies. You’re the one that hurts people, both physically and emotionally. You’ve proven it yourself, and everybody here has proven what you did to them. The only one lacking proof here is you.

      You haven’t walked a mile in those shoes. You’re not Cinderella and there’s no glass slipper. It’s all of these men and women that that have suffered pain. At your hand. And they can prove it. They have done, many times over.

      Until you can provide proof, stop lying about being a victim for sympathy, to divert attention away from what you’ve done to these people.

      All they want is for you to admit what you did. You paid Thea back, so pay them back too. That’s not bribery. That’s doing the right thing. If you’ve got all this money to hire a lawyer to sue me to shut this blog down, you’ve got the money to pay them back what you owe them.

      Stop playing the victim of the people you victimized. Make it right. Maybe then they’ll move on. Maybe then you can find salvation in owning up to the truth, like a woman. Until then, you’re just a lying, cheating, stealing little girl.

    • Ms. Jones it appears that you have a severe case of keeping up with the Jones’,and considering your last name it is ironic as heck. Everything you say has to be a one uppance of anyone who you have had deals with. What a very sad life you must live. Your father’s and your claimed affiliation with a motorcycle cycle club, your modeling, parenting, sexual or lack thereof prowess. The list goes on and on.
      I hope to give you some insight on your problem if I may. Ms. Jones you envy many qualities in these people who you try to tear down. So you call them vile names, treat them horribly and then assume the strength they have for not backing down from your constant abuse.
      You scream to CFW that you will continue to fight, and you did against her in a very disgusting manner I will add. But you don’t expect the same courage, fight, drive and determination? Now that Ms. Jones is a very foolish mistake on your part.
      I took the time to read every blog post on here. Yes it took quite a bit of my time. I did however find it useful. It seems that CFW had your back. She fought for you with passion and loyalty. If you would had only repaid her in the same way, you probably could have help to prove your claims of victim.
      Instead you berate CFW for being open and asking for information on a blog she knew you couldn’t keep off of. She did nothing underhanded but you Ms. Jones surely did. You say all of your authors are family, so should these family members be afraid of what you may say about them if they cross you? Weren’t you made aware of CFW’s condition years prior? Yet you can’t help but to try to trash someone knowing you could cause harm.
      I see you say horrendous things about former lovers, how terrible they were to their families, but didn’t you do the very same thing to the mother you said you loved? Then scream how terrible she was. Why Ms. Jones do you insist on changing your stories so much? Is the simple truth too much for your fragile mind?
      You give me great pause in thinking that people can be hunan, and they know and can exuberant common decency.
      I don’t believe anyone here owes you any sort of apology, but I do believe that you Ms. Jones need to start asking a lot of forgiveness.

      • She says “tough shit” to Cindy about any stress this blog might cause her. Yet she has threatened me many times that it’ll be my fault if the stress from this blog kills anybody SHE knows, and went so far as to fake her sister’s “suicide” attempt so she could try to prosecute me for it. She screams that she’s got medical PROOF of the attempt. No she doesn’t. She’s got proof that her sister spent three days under observation after CLAIMING that she tried to kill herself. First by hanging herself in the closet, was it? Then from a pipe? And finally, from a ceiling fixture that could not possibly hold her. And, remember, people who saw her the same day she was released, and within the next few days have testified that she didn’t have a single mark on her. Not a bruise on her neck, nothing.

        Sort of like how Tabetha says she “fell” in the bathtub, got a “grade 3” concussion, broke her cheekbone and an “eyebrow bone” but didn’t go to the hospital for it, nor has she produced a shred of proof.

        She likes the drama. She revels in it. She positively wallows in it. She likes the attention, and she likes thinking that all of this drama distracts us from the fact that she kept the sales channels for FORMER authors’ books open for two years (more?) and only shut them down when they found out she could get busted for it.

        Well, she still can, boys and girls. Remember when she danced on your graves because the statute of limitations ran out? Well, guess what? It didn’t. You’ve got three years from the time she last scammed you. And that was less than 2 weeks ago. You can go to Amazon and Ingram, get proof and nail her “ads” to the wall.

        And she knows it.

        That’s why she’s all over this blog with so much drama. She’s panicking, trying DESPERATELY to throw you off of that fact. Don’t let her succeed. Research your titles. If you find that she’s sold even one book of yours, through direct channels or dodgy third-party sales, nail her greedy, scheming, lying ass to the wall.

    • Sorry, Tab, but I gotta jump on this. You said, ” I was sheltered somewhat so when I married for the first time I thought it would be forever, no one told me men would beat me, lie and cheat.”
      You claim your dad ran with an MC… Then claim you were sheltered and had no idea that abuse happens.
      I call BULLSHIT. Pick one or the other, Sweetums, as you can’t have it both ways. You bipolar is showing.

      • I didn’t get the chance to get to run with my dad and the bikers until after my first divorce.

      • But in many, many comments right here on this blog, you said you grew up with it, that guys in the club were like fathers to you, that you spent your teen years hanging with the Bandidos. Were you married when you were 10?

        Or are you backpedaling your little heart out, hoping they don’t see all the crap you’ve said about how involved your life is with them?

        Too late, little girl. The big boys don’t play. Screen caps don’t lie. Neither does your own voice on tape. You made this bed. Get ready to lay in it.

    • You say believe what we want. But by all your words and admissions we have nothing to believe but what you say. And all you say is chock full of lies, misdirection, cover-ups, bullshit, and hatred. You say everyone on this blog hates you, but how do you expect them to feel. You are abusive, and selfish. You don’t care who you hurt, abuse or belittle as long as you skate the real issues. Everything you say is a direct lie from other things you claim. For example you say that you got in touch with biker dad at 12, you wrote poetry but in other conversation you say 16 and you wrote stories then tried your hand with poetry. Again little girl you need to check your lies. Make up your damn mind about what happened in your life. Let me tell you something if ANY man hit me, and for the record you have said both hit and beat, but If any man dared to harm me they’d pay. Especially if I had as you claim the backing of a club that you claim affiliation to. I had a friend who had some ties to a club. Her husband beat her, abused her and let me just say this, she couldn’t stop the ass whipping that ensued. So for you to say that your “family” of bikers didn’t come to your aid when it happened to you, I have to doubt your words. Because if you had those kind of ties it wouldn’t be a question of can we it would be how bad do we hurt him. As soon as my friend was harmed it was only a few hours before recompense was dealt. Guess you aren’t that much of a legacy. You know I am starting to believe that you use this blog to write your messed up fiction. Too bad you aren’t as good a story teller. You understand that the greats keep their stories straight so no holes can be poked in the plot. You have a lot to learn. Also it bears mentioning that you may flap your gums about the club in your area, but talking out of turn about another really isn’t too smart. But then again I don’t see where you were ever recognized for intelligence.

      • I wonder how EITHER one of the biker clubs with whom she claims affiliation would like it if they found out that she’s telling people that NEITHER one of them stands up to defend its members or their women. Or that she claims affiliation at all. From what little I understand about those sorts of clubs, they don’t like pretenders very much. Or little girls that tell tales out of school.

        One day, her lies and BS might come knocking on her door, only it won’t be the cops. I wonder how far her name-dropping would get her, then.

  8. Tabetha you can insinuate all you want about me and what YOU THINK YOU KNOW that may or may not have happened in my life. You want people to do research on you well take this as a direct challenge to you pea brain. DO SOME DAMN RESEARCH!!!

    Honey if you think that I had sex with every man who wanted me then I’d be like you dear, a porcupine. You know what I mean but I’ll make it clear for you the cheap seats, if I had.as many dicks as you have stuck in me as you, sticking out of me then yes I’d be you a porcupine. Sorry sweetie to pop that twisted bubble but in the 11 years that I attended Amy of the clubs I only played with 2 men, and with my husband present. It’s called trust, love and sexual exploration.

    Oh and yes at a certain time every night there was a bevy of beautiful women of all sizes wearing lingerie. Many outfits I helped them pick out to compliment their natural beauty. We danced, we drank we socialized in total comfort. Happy in the skin we were in. Big beautiful body aware ladies who didn’t need to throw their beauty around and demand attention. Sweetie the difference between us and you is we own our inner and outer beauty.

    You want to keep saying that I am a slut, whore or whatever but you delusional twit, going to these clubs you want to talk about without knowledge of the truth, well that again just shows how stupid and misguided you are. What I did was about making friends and being comfortable with who I was and my appearance. I was able to talk to business men, entraupeneurs, doctors, lawyers, regular people and many many more above your pay grade. So if you are going to cast more disparaging comments toots, GET THE FACTS.

    I’m sorry my tales aren’t of wild orgies, many sexual partners and as you put it being a whore. Sorry but we did better things while being free of the confindment of society. We raised money EVERY YEAR for the wounded warriors foundation, we had a rubber duck regalia to raise money for breast cancer research, motorcycle poker runs to benefit the homeless and our veterans in need. Kind of like when I asked YOU to assist in donations for my friend who had been paralyzed for 20 years who was walking for the first time in relay for life. Yeah this friend attended these very clubs. Oh but that’s ghastly right?

    You don’t have a clue,never will so you add to some thing to try to make me seem dirty? It will never work. So maybe you need to move on to better material. Trying to bring me down with you off color remarks and delusional thoughts only adds to the ever stockpiling of bullshit, lies, deflection and your disgusting behavior. Do attempt to act your age. And before you keep tossing more stones dear make sure you are safe from the blowback.

  9. BUSTED!!!!

    Tabetha on December 19, 2015 at 7:27 am

    I didn’t get the chance to get to run with my dad and the bikers until after my first divorce.

    THIS IS YOUR DIRECT QUOTE RIGHT TABETHA ???? YOU JUST SAID THIS..SO

    I am calling you an outright lying bitch. You like using private phone calls against people so here’s a bit of payback.

    You told me in a private phone conversation that at 16 you had the hots for a older “biker” friend of dads. 21 or 23 I believe the age was you quoted me. And if not mistaken you said dad forbid the union. Am I correct so far? And your direct comment to me on that subject was “What daddy didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him”. So toots were you lying then OR now? Were you involved with dad before the age of 16 or much later after said first divorce? And since you were taught to respect your elders and dad was such a badass biker why did you go against his wishes?

    You can’t claim being an angel all the while being a deceitful devil. Also for the record if dad was the biker you claim He was the accident you describe where you and dear old dad wiped out wouldn’t have happened as you claim. Again many know more about certain things. And NO SELF RESPECTING biker WOULD DARE allow their darling daughter ride any scoot in shorts and a spaghetti strap top!!! I love when things come full circle and bite a liar in the ass.

    And before you say how dare I use a private conversation against you, YOU NEED TO ASK YOURSELF IF IT WAS WORTH IT TO DO IT TO ME?

    GAME, SET … MATCH

    • I call bullshit on that accident as she described it. She said they were doing 70, had the accident, dad was thrown one way and she was thrown the other. And that the motorcycle landed on her thighs. Not her lower legs, mind you. Her THIGHS. And, remember the clothes she described wearing. Flimsy little Daisy Duke clothes. And no helmet, I believe. Yet the injuries she describes getting amounted to little more than road rash and a few bruises.

      BULLSHIT.

      If you’re doing 70 on a Harley wearing no leathers or helmet and wipe out, you’re not walking away with so few injuries.

      Bull. Shit.

  10. Update:

    As of June, 2016, Tabetha Jones has no publishing companies in operation that we know about, so our investigation of her has been halted. The point of examining her in the first place was to advocate for authors that reported no royalties and other related abuse from her. If she’s not involved with publishing anymore, that job’s done.

    The posts about her remain in public view in case she starts a new one in the future.

    If more publishing concerns about Tabetha Jones (Willis, Farmer Hoover, Saulters, etc) – AKA Zooey Sweete, Emerald Rai Fleurs, et al – arise in the future, we will post relevant updates. But for now, we’re focusing on happier topics.

    Peace.

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