"My work may be garbage but it's good garbage." Mickey Spillane
Tabetha Jones said in comments on my “Phoenix Fire Publishing: Avoid it”
I also have a question for Janrae. I was told that you have a fraudulent copy of Stacey Rourkes book and have it for sale under your name collecting royalties. I have also been informed that this is what you like to do for fun. You find someone and play a cat and mouse game with them, all for fun. Its what you do. You have done it not only to me, my cover artist, now one of my authors, but many many more that i have a long list of.
Then Kjohn said:
I see that cussesdness did not bother to speak on any of Ms.Jones’ questions. However I am in the group and a Stephanie Brentson was the one that told Ms. Jones about Stacey Rourke and was very specific on the during next. Saying that cussedness had the nook with the old covet for sale under their company for 5.99.
Here’s a link to the book in question. It’s a lovely well written YA novel.
I don’t write YA, and never will. But I do admire people who can write it well, as Stacey Rourke does. Anyone who picked up a free copy of Blood Rites knows that I dig down into true depravity.
I don’t write about gentle matters. I write about the destruction and resurrection of the human spirit. My material is harsh and often unforgiving. Why the hell would I steal a YA novel?
A search of amazon did not turn up a single anything with my name on it that I did not write. My company gunslinger and I went over it tooth and comb in case someone was trying to play a nasty trick on me. But the only nasty trick was in the accusations.
Please show your support for Stacey by buying her book. She’s as much a victim in this matter as I am.
Tabetha Jones has shown her true colors with this accusation. She is an ignorant, illiterate, idiot. Just use the look inside feature at this one that she wrote under her pseudonym of Zoey Sweete.
Seriously, Joe Explainer chewing gum dialog and a demon prince named, of all things, JED. After all, demon princes love being given absurd names that sound like they are trailer trash that just crawled out of someone’s backwoods outhouse.
I’m going to do one final thing and post on pages a copy of my psychologically nihilistic short, The High Price of Medicine.