On Friday morning at 7 AM a couple of weeks ago, the landline phone woke me with a call from a woman who wanted to know if I was the author of Food of Love. I said yes, it’s one of my titles, along with 14 other books. Why did she want to talk about a 20-year-old novel at 7 in the morning?
She hung up.
But the next Friday morning at 7 AM, the phone woke me again and it was the same number.
I knew what these people wanted because I’ve been targeted many times as the author of Food of Love. That title was originally published in the UK without my middle initial, so some versions of it appear to be written by somebody other than this Anne R. Allen.
I also knew why she was targeting the author of an apparent singleton title with low sales, because I hear from writers every day who have been approached by publishing scammers like her. They are everywhere now, and their scams seem to have spread like the COVID virus in the last year.