Sabrina monet books is a fraud
UPDATE 9/18/2018: Since I first broke this story, I confronted this person via email and I copied my lawyer and the PR company they used to spread their garbage novel. They never replied, but the PR company basically threw them under the bus and said they didn’t know who the author was and they agreed to remove the hashtag that used my name.
All I had to do to regain my own name and hashtag? Track down the companies that the con artist worked with, send them email after email and copied all of their clients in my complaints until I was heard.
I could have taken further legal action, but I don’t think it was necessary to give my lawyer billable hours (I work for a living) just to watch this con artist eat even more shit.
I have this posted as a Medium article as well.
Origin of My Name
My name sounds like a leave-in conditioner for color-damaged hair. It’s my mother’s fault. It was the 80’s and before I was born, she doled out shampoo and conditioner names to anyone that asked. I have no idea how she never came up with Beyonce since we were born the same year.
Do I have to state for the record that I’m not a descendent of the famous impressionist painter? I’m not. I go by my first and middle name because about fifteen years ago when I first started leaving petty comments in gaming lobbies, I was afraid my last name would somehow get me in trouble in school. Going by my middle name gave me a false sense of anonymity.
In the 90’s I knew there was a cafe in NYC with my name and there was a young girl with my name as well. Nothing really picked up on my radar and at the end of the day, did it matter?
Fast forward to 2018 as I’m getting my act together. I’m posting more articles and I finally have two podcasts in the can with my writing partner that will be up and running before the end of the summer. That’s when I find it.
Sabrina Monet Books is a Fraud
There’s another writer with my name. Another writer. With my name. She also allegedly lives in California. Her backstory sounds like the life I would have wanted ten years ago right out of college. Who doesn’t want a cake PR position during the day with plenty of time at night to write? Again, I just ignored it.
The straw that took it too far? She became a Goodreads writer. That’s my neighborhood. I have proudly been a Goodreads librarian for half a decade and I’ve envisioned going from librarian to librarian/writer. That’s part of my little dream.
The writer with the same name? She was a self-published romance novelist. The title? Cock-Blocked. This pissed me off. It was a slap in the face to the genre.
Growing up in the 90’s was to have a Harlequin novel or a similar book in your backpack. Harlequin taught us through historical bodice rippers how we would find love in the contemporary world. It schooled us on how that 6'4 pirate with less than 10% body fat was just a lost soul who needed our sense of humor to be whole.
Brenda Joyce. Jude Devereaux. Johanna Lindsey. Danielle Steele. Nora Roberts. I’ve read through all of their work. These books imprinted on a romance reader’s soul. I’m a reader in this community.
My single, brown female counterpart had written a book with the title Cock-Blocked. Her novel premise and cover is what a cheap knock-off masquerading as the next Jackie Collins would look like.
THIS IS WHERE THE STORY GETS BATSHIT CRAZY.
When I say that the beginning of 2018 was psychotically hectic, I’m not joking. Relationships were ruined. Vocations were changed. Thousands of miles were traveled. I was so busy that I didn’t realize I had pissed someone off.
Sabrina Monet Books was opened with the sole purpose of hurting me. The site launched on my birthday and the book was launched on a date that would have marked another project I had been working on . The person behind it should have researched me better and understood I’m a procrastinator and things don’t exactly follow the time table I initially lay out for my art.
Wrap your mind around that. Someone is breathing on this planet that took the time to create an identity to mirror mine to try and hawk a story under my name. I’m not even published yet. If this is the kind of hater I have from simply being alive, imagine once I’m actually published.
They launched two garbage novels. They didn’t charge people to read it the month that it launched and they offered a $250 airline voucher to like their Facebook page and write a review. (I actually read through the terms and conditions of the voucher and they had a one week window with a disclaimer that the voucher was in no way affiliated with Delta Airlines meaning there was no actual voucher. What a horrible con on people that would actually write a book review of a trash novel for a mid-range airline that no one would want to fly).
I had a bonafide hater… but they were working class. That also added to the insult. When you dream of someone lying awake hating you, you imagine that they’re thin, cultured and smell like money. Before falling asleep their last words would be, “Fuck Sabrina Monet and who in the actual fuck still flies commercial in 2018?” Is it too much to ask that my hater be old money? Someone wanted to get to me, but they were run-of-the-mill and they didn’t own a mansion on top of a bat cave.
Sabrina Monet Books was Opened by an Idiot
If you’re going to do a job, do it right. Whomever opened this site is most likely used to dealing with illiterate junkies and grounds workers. Not that either demographic is not worth the effort, but they’re not someone that’s glued to their laptop and ready to do the research. This is what I do know:
They only have 4 friends on their fake Facebook
If you’re a successful PR person in Los Angeles of all places and you’ve published a novel — don’t you think you’d have more than just 4 random friends?
Also, if you’ve spent any amount of time working in PR and marketing in California, you don’t need to go to a vanity book press or a graphic designer in Canada to do your art. I spent the past 6 years working in Berkeley for a design company and I have at least half a dozen designers in my contacts who live within fifteen miles of me right now ready to take a job. I didn’t need to go to Alberta or Ohio to find one. What a loser.
2. Their Facebook was started the day they reported my real Facebook to have it shut down, which means this loser has nothing better to do than to stalk my page and keep track of where I am.
3. They have no literary or film background. A common thread with unpublished writers and film aficionados is a wealth of knowledge and love for books and film. Whomever this individual is, they have absolutely zero knowledge of literature and films.
Facebook is where you connect all of your social media platforms — they don’t have that. Instagram is where you post photos of food for your friends with eating disorders to be jealous of and photos of fun outings so your friends saddled at home with kids can be jealous. This person has no actual friends or family and only posts about these two garbage novels.
Twitter. Twitter is where writers go to cyber-bleed on everything and everyone they can find. I don’t care if you’re a fake author impersonating me or a new author that chose a shampoo name; Twitter is where you are yourself and that’s where you give it away that you’re fake.
First rule of being a writer — most mornings you wake up wishing you were dead. Then somewhere in that fog, you realize there are some things you should jot down first. Then a story is born and you decide to keep breathing a little while longer. If that isn’t every day of your life, you’re not doing it right.
The Usual Suspects
Another learning moment about this is that once I realized that the entire venture was created as a huge “fuck you” to me, I also had to acknowledge that I had about half a dozen suspects. There are plenty of people who dislike me, but only about 6–10 that would lose sleep at night thinking of ways to harm me.
I began with ones that have actually threatened me with physical harm. Emails were sent out where I said something to the effect of, “Hey, it’s been a minute. Things have been quiet from your end. You didn’t by chance create an Internet personality with my name in hopes of stalking me and sending hate packages to my house again, did you? No, you’re better now? Okay, keep on keeping on.” I hate getting the authorities involved and changing my cell number so I’m glad it wasn’t anyone from this category.
Do you know those memes where they talk about the people that wake up every morning and refresh your timeline to see what you are up to, but they have no relationship with you? I have a few of those. I unblocked them on messenger long enough to ask, “Are you still blaming me for something I was never a part of and did you take the time to write a shit novel to somehow get back at me for a make believe slight?” I was informed it wasn’t them and the inquiry solidified in their minds that they were right and there was some beef between us. Blocked again.
That left only people I had worked with in some capacity. Publication and sold screenplays are the kind of dreams people pray to Satan for. If it was as easy as a pentacle drawn in chalk and a sacrifice, goat’s blood would drench half the driveways in California.
I’ve worked on two projects that I have yet to be paid for, but I’m up in the air over whether one of them would have gone to the trouble of creating this identity to discredit me from my work. It’s really not worth the hassle — it would just be easier to pay me and have it done with. Unless their plan all along was to steal my work and not pay me because they never had the funds to begin with. Out of the two producers — one is working at Marvel and the other I can’t vouch for.
It’s definitely someone from the groups listed above, but it said less about my writing ability and more about the assholes that I have crossed paths with. The usual suspects consisted of talentless hacks, cyberstalkers, and psychopaths that believe they have a connection to me that doesn’t exist. Have any of them taken the time to read my writing? Probably not. This was all over a name and the belief that they knew me.
Back to Basics
Here is a link to my thesis from the University of Nevada, Las Vegas published in 2007. I post this for two reasons: 1) I’ve been using this name since I was born in the 80’s and I was first published with my name before Instagram was born, and 2) My dad put me through school so the completion of this thesis was really all him. The stage name and the last name are all due to him.
Google Sabrina Monet and Sabrina Monet Books anytime you like, my money is on this article being what pops up first on Google. The fraud will have pseudo-romance novels and I will have articles that explore relieving plantar fasciitis pain while hurling through the Milky Way on a UFO. Balls to the wall — completely unblocked.
I end this with the following: