The Broken Nickles Record

Do these idiots coordinate when they go off their meds, or is there some cosmic cycle at work that stirs them up from the depths of their lunacy in unison?

First, Tabetha Jones put in an appearance after a blissfully lengthy hiatus, and now Nick Pacione takes it upon himself to troll me on Facebook.

First, he harkened back to a picture of me from last year cosplaying Bellatrix LeStrange at an anime convention where I had a table in Artists Alley. Silly, I know, but more fun than I expected. Remind me to tell you about my Harry Potter encounter.

I’m not sure what the weather in the middle east has to do with his ravings, but here we are nonetheless.

Then he got all threatening and junk:
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Then Nicky jumped on a link I posted of the late Patrick Swayze appearing on the Family Guy 8 years after his death (by way of being voiced by his soundalike brother Don), blabbering some incoherent insults at me in Arabic.

Then he followed up on a picture of me standing behind an insanely large elephant ear, taunting me to ask him what he said in Arabic and airing out his favorite insult, the ever-amusing “plagiarism advocate” assertion.

He lashed out about how he’s never stolen anything, blah, blah.

In the very brief time it took me to reply (I touch type), he blocked me. I guess he thinks that makes him the victor in some way because he got the last word in. Or maybe he thought that if he blocked me, I wouldn’t have proof of his lunacy.

I guess he fails to realize that screen caps are a real thing, or that I’d have the presence of mind to take any. But, as usual, he was wrong.

Personally, I don’t care what that psychotic twatwaffle says. I think he’s a sad little man that nobody cared enough about to get him the help he so desperately needs. But I thought I’d relay his activities to show that, like Tabetha, he has neither ceased nor desisted. They both continue on the same unhealthy paths, neither seemingly interested in (or capable of) bettering themselves.

For their own sakes, I wish they’d either find Jesus or up their meds. They’d be happier and so would the people around them.

I know I would.

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Wicked, Wicked, Wicked

In August of 2015, I posted an author’s experience with Tabetha Jones about (yet another) clusterfuck “Anthology” called Wicked Enticements.  To refresh your memory, since it’s been a little while, Tabetha had a nasty habbit of throwing together so-called anthologies with a few real authors and a plethora of her own alternyms, putting in a minimum effort in production and reaping the majority of any rewards that might ensue. In the case of Wicked Enticements, an author very kindly showed evidence of how poorly the book was formatted, right down to having two of Tabetha’s bogus companies on the cover as the publisher even though one of them was supposed to be defunct at the time.  Check that post out HERE.

Very recently, one of the authors from Wicked Enticements asked if anybody has a hard copy, for legal reasons. I’m asking around about that. But, just in case nobody has a copy they’re willing to part with, I’m looking around to see if I can find it online. What I found is disturbing.

I’ve posted many times in the past how important it is for authors to google themselves and keep on top of any potential illicit sales or associations. And I’m suggesting it again today. The reason? Because Wicked Enticements is still out there.

On Amazon.com in America.
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On Amazon.com Europe.
On Amazon.com Canada.
On Amazon.com/de.
On Amazon.com Japan.
On Amazon.com.in.
On Amazon.com France, they let you know that it’s out of stock but invite you to order it. Then, when it comes in, they’ll deliver it. I don’t know if you pay up front, but it bears consideration that it might be possible that money can still be generated from that title.
On Goodreads.

You get the idea.

On all of those sites, the book is listed as being out of stock and unavailable (except maybe in France. Not sure), but that’s not the whole point.

Authors that contributed work to that book have long since parted company with Tabetha Jones and want nothing to do with her. They don’t want to be associated with her in any way, shape, or form. Some of those people still pursue a career in writing, and the last thing they need is for their names to show up on such a failed product.

Yet there it is. Big as life. Years later. With all their names still on it.

That’s one of two things:
1) Either Tabetha’s too lazy to clean up her business and remove titles.
or
2) It’s her ultimate power play, her egotistical control over her victims by refusing to let them get away from her.

Those authors don’t want their names anywhere near hers. But by refusing to take old titles down, she can thumb her nose at them, perhaps trying to prove that once she’s got you, she never lets you go, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

 

In this case, perhaps it’s best that she’s either too lazy or sociopathic to take that listing down. As long as it remains, those authors have proof they can use against her.  So google away, kids. Find any information she refuses to take down about you and use it.

You’re welcome.

Tabetha Simpson returns

Aw. Look who’s so desperate for attention that she has to come trolling around here for it. That’s right, boys and girls. Tabetha Jones herself.
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“It’s been a long time since I’ve said anything, but I think it’s time to break the silence. First, I knew nothing of your house until a few months ago,”

 

Two words. Bull and Shit.The very first words out of your moth are the typical lies the entire galaxy has come to recognize you for. Too many people have confirmed that you knew about my house when it happened, couldn’t stop cackling about it. And, even though the house has long since been rebuilt, here you are, denying it.

But, hey. Thanks for stopping by and supplying me with your latest IP.

“and I’ve had more going on than publishing or writing. You kinda ruined all that for me.”

Judging by the police reports and surveillance photos, we all have a pretty good idea what you’ve had going on. Or should I say ripping off? That’s more your style, isn’t it?

The only person that ruined “publishing” for you is YOU. If you could ever wrap your poor drug-addled brain around that, you might get somewhere. But you can’t. You can’t accept responsibility for what YOU did wrong. You can’t admit that YOU still owe authors royalties to this day, from as far back as Mystic Press. You can’t admit that YOU are at fault for the many terrible things you did to people that trusted you with their dreams, their hopes, and their hard work. They didn’t fail you. You failed them.

“I suppose no one has ever stopped and pondered the thought, that the reason I had no charges against me for the long list of fabulous lies conjured up by you all, is because it’s all bullshit.”

How stupid do you think people are? The only reason you had no charges against you was because you threatened them, both with your phoney magic bullshit or whatever man was handy – even if you had to make one up. Yet another lie that blew up in your face, just like the rest of them.

See, that’s the thing. To be a writer, you first have to be able to create a convincing fiction, one in which a reader can suspend belief and lose themselves for a time. You can’t even tell a convincing lie. Once upon a time, you were able to string people along with that sweet southern drawl and conforting platitudes, but those days are gone and buried. Now, you can’t even deny something as simple as knowing that my house burned down. Your decline would be sad if it weren’t so hard-earned.

It’s insulting that even now, long after you’ve been exposed for all of the crimes you committed against a myriad of people, you still try to victimize them by calling them liars for what YOU did to them.

I say TRY to victimize them, because you can’t anymore. They’ve outgrown you. In order to victimize people, you first have to have some power of ther them, and you don’t. They’ve moved on to much healthier things in their lives than you. Some have gone on to earn a good living in writing, despite what you did to them. Like my daughter. You remember her. She’s the one that got you on my radar after you scammed her, lied about it, and did your level best not to repay. You did eventually repay her, but there are still too many out there that will never see a dime from you.

But there is life after Tabetha Jones. Simpson. Whatever. Your prior victims husbands and boyfriends have discovered that, and so have your former victims authors. My daughter, for example, is currently working as a journalist, doing something that you can only dream of doing: earning a living with words.

Suck on that the next time you think you’ve won a single victory over your victims.

One way or another yours and others got butt hurt,
No. They didn’t get butt hurt. They got ripped off. Scammed. Lied to. Cheated. Threatened. Abused. By you. But those days are over, aren’t they? Too bad. So sad. Now you’ve got to find some other way of making a living, if you call what you’re doing living. Gee, maybe there’s some poor mentally disabled guy that’ll tolerate you beating him up for his social security check. Who knows?
didn’t like the end result of me not putting up with stupidity or whatever the case may have been, and that is all.
Wrong again, sweetheart. It was they who got tired of YOU. They finally called you out for not paying royalties, and they let the world know what kind of a publisher you were and what kind of person you are. You might have rooked them out of a few bucks, but they got the win. They put you out of business. Not me. Your victims did that. I’m just lucky that I got a front row seat for it.

If I was that grand of a criminal why didn’t I go to jail? Why did nothing but this sorry site come to be?

The only reason you never went to jail is twofold. First, the amounts you scammed people off for were sums too low to qualify for the legal attention you deserved. And Second, people were so badly abused by you that they were simply too sick of you to deal with you anymore. They were too far removed from you geographically to be able to travel to where you lived and follow through with charges.

You would have been in front of a judge back then if my daughter had followed through. We’re just close enough that she could have driven over and pressed charges personally. I would have gladly come with her. Hell, I’d have rented her a limo for the ride, just to see you in front of a judge. But, unlike you, she works for a living and couldn’t afford to take the time off. We can’t all lay around on our butts all day expecting the world to revolve around us. Out here in the real (sober) world, people work for their money. Try it sometime. I won’t say you might like it, but at least it would finally be an honest living.

Hey. I hear there’s a military base nearby. Maybe you could try selling pizzas to hungry soldiers. How hard could that be?

Besides, you did get charged, didn’t you? Not for what you did to authors, but for a different kind of theft, one more tangible. What was it, again? Renting a computer then claiming to the company that it was stolen? I wonder how something like that would be discovered. I wonder if a theif would be stupid (stoned?) enough to have the “stolen” merchandise sitting out in plain view when an officer came to take a report? That would be hilarious, wouldn’t it? Only a true moron would be that incredibly dumb.

And, judging by those surprisingly clear ATM photos, those might not be the only charges you face in your near future, are they? You were smiling for the camera, but somehow I don’t think you’re going to get the last laugh out of that one.

On a different note, sorry to hear about your house, but karma may be a slow moving train, but she destroys everything eventually to those that deserve.

And there it is. For all of your protestations of innocence, you just can’t help yourself. You’ve just GOT to get that jab in there, saying that I deserve to have my house burn down. Why? For exposing you? Even if that were true, it would be well worth it if not for the loss of life we suffered. But that doesn’t mean anything to you, does it? You don’t care in the slightest, do you? As long as you can get in that catty little dig, it’s all good in your slitted, bloodshot eyes. So very typical of you.
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Save those kisses, sweets. Save ’em for when you’ve got to kiss the long-suffering Mister Simpson goodby when the law finally catches up with you. Save ’em for Bertha, your new bunk-mate when they finally send you to jail for all your sins. You might find that she’s a little harder to beat into submission than some poor slob that was unfortunate enough to get tangled up with you on the outside.  But you’ll find that out for yourself.
Because you’re right. Everybody rides that Karma Train, honey. Even you. And when that happens, I’ll be the first to throw darts at your mug shot. I imagine that dart board will be in high demand, after all the people you’ve left battered in your wake.

Keep smiling, sugar. Keep telling yourself that everybody in the world is wrong but you. Keep blaming everybody but yourself for whatever’s wrong with your life. Keep doing what you do and see where that gets you.

Or, better yet, just fuck off.

Here’s why you should always research your publisher.

Authors, it’s not just important, it’s imperative that you research your publisher before you sign on the dotted line. If you don’t, you could fall into the clutches of a scam publisher. They’re out there, poised to take advantage of your eagerness to publish, and to exploit your work to their own financial gain.

Like this one did:

Erotica publisher, author charged for manipulating book sales
Erotica publisher Jana Karetko is facing charges after altering her clients’ book sales reports and pocketing the stolen royalties. In some instances, she even inflated or exaggerated book sales to make the authors believe the novels were doing well or becoming bestsellers. Among the many thefts, she’s also accused of falsifying her income on a tax return and not filing returns for two consecutive years.

That sounds so familiar, doesn’t it?

She was arrested and charged Monday with five counts of money laundering, four counts of felony theft, nine counts of computer crime and three counts of tax evasion.

It’s been more than a year since I typed the words ‘Tabetha Jones’ in a blog post. I got sick of her taking up space in my head. I got sick of her headgames, her miserable, crooked treatment of authors. I got sick of HER.

But when I saw that article, it made me think.

I originally blogged about Tabetha because she scammed my kid, among many other authors. To date, my daughter is the only author I know of that Tabetha repaid. There are maybe dozens of others that were scammed through a multitude of bogus companies she owned (but never properly formed) like Mystic Press, Phoenix Fire Publishing, Sweete Sinz, et al, that were lied to, cheated, and have never been repaid. For their sake, I continued blogging about her and her shady dealings, to vindicate them and warn new would-be victims.

I last blogged about Tabetha, saying that as far as I knew, she wasn’t actively trying to publish anybody’s work but her own-but if I heard anything new, I’d report it.

Well, I can’t prove that she’s at it again (if she ever left off), but I have heard whispers about a whole flurry of new names, new bogus companies, new aliases, etc.

I’ve also heard rumors about her claiming that she and her “powers” are to blame for my house burning down last year, “karma” from her angels and guardians. Saying that’s why I don’t blog about her anymore, because I’ve finally been “put in my place” and that I’m too scared of her to dare.

Rubbish.

As if she had the power to do anything but wipe her own ass.

An outlet shorted and lit up the sofa. End of story.

But it’s important to mention because if this is the sort of thing she’s telling people to frighten them into submission, it needs to be dragged kicking and screaming into the light of day and exposed.

That’s the sort of thing she became infamous for, intimidating her victims, either with exaggerated tales of her imaginary powers, or threats from the men in her life (real or imagined. Like the fake and ill-fated Bo). Getting authors so afraid of her wrath that they wouldn’t dare question the ineptitude of her services or discrepancies in their (lack of) royalties. They just shy away, battered and bruised, some too traumatized to try to publish again.

That’s why, when the first brave souls stepped forward with horror stories, bloggers like Emily Suess, Janrae Frank, Erotic Romance and I spoke up. To warn new authors from falling victim.

I also urged her victims to report her to the authorities. The FBI. The IRS. Her local Attorney General. The District Attorney. That’s how the Colorado crook was caught. A victim turned her in to her local DA. Et voila. Come July 7th, she’ll stand in front of a judge to answer for it.

And now, seeing this article, I wish more of the victims I advocated for would have turned Tabetha in. All evidence indicates that she did exactly the same thing this woman from Colorado did. And if she’d been found guilty earlier on, it would have saved countless others from being victimized. Including any that might be in her clutches now.

If so inclined, I could chase her down and find out what, if any, new schemes she’s using to sucker new victims. But, truth be told, I don’t want to give her that much of my energy. She doesn’t deserve that much of my time. I’ve got a life to live, loved ones to dote on, and my own projects to finish.

There’s another reason I put that woman’s name on my tongue. One of Tabetha’s favorite tactics has historically been to sucker new authors victims in by saying “That was in the past!” “I’ve learned from my mistakes!” “Everybody deserves a second chance!”

No. She hasn’t and they don’t. After so many chances, so many victims left in her destructive wake, enough is enough. If you’ve heard these platitudes from your would-be publisher, run. Seriously. Run.

If you’re an author that’s been unfortunate enough to deal with Tabetha Willis/Saulters/Hoover/Jones/Simpson/whatever, I strongly urge you disentangle yourself from her and protect your work.

Always, ALWAYS research your publisher before you sign any contract. Make sure the company exists. Make sure it’s legit. Check watchdog sites like Writer Beware, Absolute Write water cooler. Google your publisher’s name to see if they show up on warning blogs like this one. If, like Jones (et al), they show up on multiple sites and blogs warning you about dealing with them, it’s probably a good idea to listen.

Ask the hard questions. If you don’t get the right answers, don’t let yourself be snowed. This is your work, your career, your name on the line. Don’t be shy or polite about protecting it.

Now, if it’s okay, I need to go shower to get that foul wretch’s stink off me. And meditate to get her out of my head. Distract myself with something pleasant. Like a cute and fluffy kitten named Brutus.

Ah, that’s better.

Take care, folks.

The (other) Willises

I first saw the Willis clan when they appeared on America’s Got Talent and went all the way to the finale. Cute bunch of talented kids.

Then, when I saw commercials about them having a reality show, my thoughts were twofold. First, I thought “Good for them!” Then I paused. Growing up in the spotlight doesn’t always bode well for young children. Not even Christian children. Just look at the Charlie Foxtrot that is the Duggars.

This family reminds me of that one in a few ways. They’re growing up in the spotlight of reality tv, and there is a HUGE number of kids. It looks like there are 12 of them now, not counting 6 that were tragically lost in a car accident.

I don’t know if the Willises subscribe to the same branch of faith as the Duggars, but I sincerely hope they fare better.

What REALLY bothers me, though, isn’t their fame or faith. It’s their name. Willis.

We all know Tabetha Jones. She’s a scam artist that’s defrauded thousands of dollars out of authors, collectively, and continues to do so through clandestine sales of their titles on foreign markets.

And I think we all know that Jones is just one of the many names she’s used, both through marriages and adoptions. Her birth name, though is – you guessed it – Willis. The daughter of Darlene and Larry Willis, Tab has claimed pride in association with her father’s alleged ties to both the Bandido and Hell’s Angels motorcycle clubs, claiming that he belonged to both somehow.

But we all know that isn’t true, either. Her father was a trucker with a drinking problem. Unable to be proud of him for the man that he really was, she’s built up this bad-ass biker fantasy for him. And, unable to be proud of herself, she includes herself. In that fantasy and many others.

Now here comes this family, talented and beautiful, bearing her birth surname. They’ve done what she never has, WORKED for the success that they enjoy. They’ve overcome the kinds of tragedy that she only invents for people to pity her. And they’ve made it to the big stage, something she will never do.

I wonder how long it’ll take for her to find a way to latch onto their coattails?

I offer a nod to Cindy Franks White.
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I tend to agree. She’s a copycat, the worst wannabe in the world, with no real identity of her own. All she can do is rip off others and invent fantasies.

I only hope for the sake of those lovely kids that they never have the misfortune of meeting this freak, nor having her associate herself with them on any level. They’ve had enough tragedy in their lives.

EX-ploitation

You remember Josh, right? The young fellow that Tabetha moved into her house and had her daughter calling daddy. Dressing her kid up in bandannas and biker boots to look like “Daddy’s little biker girl.” The guy she posed for pictures with in violent poses, covered with bruises from their private practices.

He’s the guy she tried to accuse of abusing her – trying to use those kink pictures as proof – after he realized what she was and left.

He’s also the guy that was one step ahead of her the whole time, getting statements in her own words that she consented to rough play. Took the air right out of those abuse allegations. Bravo. I hope the next guy is as smart. And the guy after that. And so on.

Josh has moved on, is very happy with a new girl, and would be delighted never to hear the name Tabetha Jones again. As it should be. As it would be if not for her penchant for exploiting anybody that leaves her. Authors, artists, she continues to sell and/or exploit their work. We’ve proven it again and again.

Same thing with models. She keeps their photos up on her site long after they cut ties with her.  One glance at her Phoenix photos website shows a whole host of models that wouldn’t piss on her if she was on fire, she’s treated them so unprofessionally. But there their pictures still are.

And it’s the same with ex boyfriends. Husbands. Whatever.  By claiming that each and every man she’s had a relationship with has abused her, she keeps them in her life. By crying victim, she gets to keep their names associated with her. She forces people to keep dealing with her, the act of a control freak that refuses to let anybody go for good. They might move on, but they’re stuck with her in some form or another.

When it comes to former friends and associates, she’ll lie flat out and say that they’re still friends and associates, long after they get sick of her shit and leave, too. If she can’t keep ’em, she’ll ruin them by telling people they’re still associated with her. Her reputation is such crap that she’ll claim that a friend or former partner is still thick as thieves with her in order to make them look bad to other people, by association. The same way she tries to ruin these men by accusing them of abusing her.
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In at least one case, Josh’s, she keeps more than his name in her game. She’s still also got his pictures up on her website.
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They might be gone tomorrow, but those images are still there today.

Now, somebody help me understand this, because I’m confused. If a man abused a woman as badly as she claimed he abused her, why would she keep his photos? Especially if they depicted the sort of violence she claimed she was traumatized by? Wouldn’t a battered woman want to erase any reminder of such a horrible experience?

Of course she would.

Her claims of abuse at his hands are lies. He proved it. If he, or any of her exes truly abused her, there would be police reports. There would be some jail time going on. There would be revenge metered against them by her biker buddies. There would be SOME evidence.

And there would be less of an inclination to move a man into her home who has a violent  criminal history. Not with her, and not with her young child. A woman that was truly abused would make wiser choices. Any mother in her right mind would be more careful than that.

But this post isn’t about her ludicrous abuse claims. It’s about how she continues to exploit her exes. It’s about how she’s STILL exploiting Josh for her own gain by keeping his images on her site, even though she has no contract in place that allows her to display them at all.

Take this as a warning, all who deal with her. If she’ll lie about her ex authors, models, editors, authors, artists, partners, friends, husbands and boyfriends, what’s to stop her from lying about you? If she exploits them this way, what makes you think she won’t exploit you? Think about it. Hard.

You’ve been warned.

You’re welcome.

Oh, look.

Tabetha’s a public figure now.
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Or, Zoey Sweete is. I know, same thing. Either way, it’s funny as hell.
Self publishing some illiterate spank-smut and rolling around naked on the couch so her sister can take pictures makes her a public figure.

And I am the queen of Sheba.

Let her have her delusions. She got a picture into a vanity magazine, so of course she’s the next morbidly obese supermodel of the world. More power to her. At least she’s not pretending to be a publisher anymore. And that’s a good thing, because she still hasn’t learned how to spell. There are several faux pas in her ego-stroking write-up of her involvement with a local model-broker.
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Wouldn’t her new boss be proud, having somebody with her literary skills in their corner? I know I would be. Not.

Wait… what? She’s still playing publisher, too?

Well, it is true that she’s still got books out there by former authors victims on sites like Amazon UK, among others. And I hear whispers that she’s quietly planning to re-release her entire “catalog” of books by authors that have long since cut ties with her.

I hope she does. I hope she keeps every third party sales going, and has the nerve to re-publish work she has no legal right to use. And, unlike before, I hope the authors nail her ass to the wall. The only reason she’s still out there ripping people off is because they get so sick of her that they walk away. They simply don’t want to deal with her anymore, even if that means letting her get away with it.

I can understand that. I’m sick of her, too. Nothing would make me happier than if she fell off the face of the planet tomorrow. No lie. But I guarantee that if I had the grounds to prosecute her, I wouldn’t walk away from it. I’d be too worried about the next person she hurts. I couldn’t have it on my conscience that somebody else got hurt after I could have stopped her. That’s why I still blog about her: to let people know what sort of person (author, editor, whatever) she is, so that they can be warned going in.

Whether it’s the next lover, model or author she suckers in, people have a right to know who they’re dealing with, so that they can avoid the lies and abuse.

Troy, you don’t see it because you’re new to the game, but you’ve already fallen into her pattern. She’s got you suckered in with whatever lies she’s told you. She’s got you playing her internet games for her. Is she using you for money, yet? She got the last guy to take out a loan to pay off her probation fines for her, and I’ll bet dollars to donuts he’ll never see that money again. What about you? Got a job? Contributing to the household bills yet? She’s already got you entwined into her drama. Has she got you contributing to her habits, too? Or has she still got those hidden? Has she got you thinking she’s little Suzie homemaker? Or have you caught her partying all night and sleeping her lazy ass in all day? Hey, if that’s your idea of a hot catch, more power to you. But make no mistake. Whatever story she told you about herself (that she’s some emerging superstar model, publisher writer, whatever), whatever she’s said about us (that we’re all liars and haters, whatever), whatever she said about anything, IT WAS A LIE.  We’ve known her a hell of a lot longer than you have, and we’ve seen it all before. Repeatedly.

Every single guy before you – and the last one was RIGHT before you, by a matter of days, maybe weeks  (she called him her king dragon, too, in case you didn’t know) – has discovered the same thing: That we’re right about her. It takes them a while, because she does lying to people’s faces really well, but sooner or later, they all see it. If you’re a smart man, do what I invited you to do in the first place. Read this blog from the oldest post to the newest one. Read. Learn. Save yourself the time and pain of finding out the hard way.

As for the rest of you, I hereby challenge you. If you’ve got any legal action that you could take against her, do it. I know a couple of her former authors that are cooperating with local, Federal and international authorities to investigate her crimes against them. And that’s a beautiful thing. If the rest of you would step forward as well you’ll not only be reclaiming your own destiny, you might be stopping her from doing it to the next person.

Same thing about her kid. If you’re someone with knowledge of any actions or circumstances that present any sort of unhealthy situation for her child report her to CPS. Imagine if you were a child living like that. Wouldn’t you wish that somebody had advocated for you? It’s not about “getting” Tabetha. It’s about doing what’s right for a little girl that can’t fight for herself. One that deserves a decent life.

Stop letting her skate just because she’s so detestable you don’t want to deal with her anymore. Put a screeching halt to her path of destruction. Once and for all.

Then we can dedicate more time to pointing and laughing at the little femme, Nikita. Won’t that be fun?