Stop, thief!


Plagiarism.  It’s not borrowing.  It’s not expounding.  It’s theft.

Fellow author Rachel Ann Nunes discovered something no writer ever wants to see: her work, slightly embellished, being passed off as another’s.  Third person voice was changed to first. Adjectives were rearranged. Sex scenes were added.

Ms. Nunes contacted the other “author.”  Multiple contradictory excuses were offered, but none rang true.  It was almost as if the other “author” couldn’t think up an original explanation; a sad reality for a plagiarist.

It’s unbelievable to think that thieves – because that’s what you call someone who steals – always think they will be the one to get away with it.

From Ms. Nunes’s blog (I added the italics):

It is with a very heavy sadness I take hours from my young children and my work to write this post. I rarely write such detailed blogs, and the necessity of it now breaks my heart. And if you read to the end, I promise, this is going to shock you that something like this really is happening. My life was torn apart this weekend when it came to light that an anonymous author on the Internet, who is known only by a logo and a fake name, had plagiarized my novel, A Bid for Love (formerly entitled Love to the Highest Bidder), which is the first of a trilogy.

It has been verified by four separate readers that Sam Taylor Mullens did, indeed, add steamy scenes to The Auction Deal, her revised version of my Christian novel, and claimed it as her own. Her subsequent emails to different people and contradicting statements online while trying to cover her tracks has shown a definite intent to do fraud. This path she has followed is far more outlandish than any novel I’ve ever read.

Excerpts from both books (see screenshots below for more):
Chapter Two, first paragraph, Rachel Ann Nunes 1998 – The Dark brown curls were everywhere. They were a curse, and had been for twenty-eight of Cassi’s twenty-nine years. They puffed out from her scalp and plunged halfway down her back as if they had lives of their own, helplessly tangled and twisted together. The bathroom lights above the double sink reflected from the brown tresses, bringing out the subtle gold highlights.

Chapter Two, first paragraph, Sam Taylor Mullens, Auction Deal 2014 – Dark brunette curls were everywhere. They were a curse, and had been for the thirty-one years of my life. They puffed out from my scalp and plunged halfway down my back. They helplessly tangled and twisted together. The bathroom lights above the sink reflected the brown tresses.

That ^^^ is plagiarism.

This Sam Taylor Mullens appropriated an original novel, written in 1998 and published in 1999, and attempted to pass it off as her own.  Did she think no one would remember a 15-year-old novel? Did she think readers and reviewers would not possibly connect a Christian Romance with her sexed-up NA offering?

Ms. Nunes decided to contact Ms. Mullens, and what followed were textbook examples of evasion, fraud, and cyber-bullying.  Please follow this link to read “the rest of the story,” as Paul Harvey would say.  It is well worth your time.

Excerpt taken from the blog of author Rachel Ann Nunes, post entitled “Standing Against Plagiarism,” at


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