The Other Women by Eve Rabi

I’m the author of 24 romantic novels, and I live in beautiful Sydney Australia. (I was born in sunny South Africa, I must add.)
I live with my two know-it-all daughters, a Pomeranian named Li’l Bow Wow (who failed obedience school twice) and a snooty, but keyboard-loving Ragdoll/Siamese cat called Maya.
Writing is a hobby and a passion of mine that fortunately for me, pays my bills.

Therefore, I’m a full time writer. If I am unable to write for a day, I get restless and seeks solace in Swiss chocolate. And cake. And burgers. And more chocolate.
What are my books all about you ask? Good question. Allow me to quote from some of my reviewers. (And to show off.)

“I have been so impressed with this writer I have read 3 of her books in the last 48hrs. Can I say kick ass stories and kick ass heroines. Real page turners. Read them in one night.” Amazon Reviewer.

“Love Eve Rabi’s books! My advice, just pick any one and you will be hooked! Not sure how I found her but really pleased I did. Working my way through all her books!” Amazon Reviewer

So, if you are seeking romantic, suspense-filled crime thrillers that make you laugh, make you cry and make you burn while you fall in love, you should check out my books.
But be warned: I go there.

Tell us about your new book:

My latest release is The Other Woman.

A betrayed wife determined to win back her husband and a seductive mistress who is not used to losing, take on each other. The result is a scandalous and riveting drama of suspense and intrigue.

Here’s a glimpse into the mistress and the wife’s thoughts:
SCARLETT SMYTH (The mistress)
If Rival didn’t want to lose Bradley to me, she should have tried harder to be a better wife.
She could have started off by losing weight. I mean, she was married to a handsome and charismatic man who was going to be Australia’s next Prime Minister, and she was a size twelve! Twelve, I tell you. That’s a whopping size forty-two in Italy and a giant eight in the U.S! A body for a Dove commercial.
How dare she? How dare she have the audacity to value bread and pasta and rice and noodles and potatoes and chocolate mousse over someone like Bradley Murdoch?
I mean, look at Posh – she’s a size zero. Why? Because she appreciates David. She does not in any way jeopardize her position as Almost Royalty.
And Angelina, clearly she forgoes carbs because those hip bones, they could put out Brad’s eyes, let me tell you. These women, they sacrifice to keep their men, to keep away predators like me and that’s how it ought to be.
I’m a size six, by the way. That would make me a four in the U.S., a five in Japan, a two in Canada, a four in the UK and a mere thirty-two in Italy, making me an extra-small, everywhere in the world, get it? It’s important that you do, because I work hard at my centrefold figure and I do believe I deserve recognition for it.
What? You don’t think so?
Well, then …fuck you! Like I care what you think.
Kidding, kidding! You should see your face. Of course I care what you think, honey. Your opinion is really important to me. (Smiley face.)

People say, ‘Move on’, ‘Forget about him’, “Find someone who appreciates you for who you are”, “The best revenge is to live well”. I agree with them. Totally.
But tell me how to move on when I am struggling with the unfairness of the situation.
In my mind, a crime against me has been committed and they should pay.
She and Bradley must compensate me for my loss, for robbing me of all that’s precious to me, for being so blissfully happy after their heist, for living a glamorous, spectacular life, while I struggle to recover from the blindsiding and try to shake off this heavy shroud of anger and bitterness.
These woman who steal husbands, destroy families and shatter dreams, why isn’t society doing something about it? Why are we allowing them to live happily ever after?
It not fair and I want to fight back. I’m determined to.
But Scarlett is clearly not someone you want to mess with. Yet, I have to. The question is …how?

Here are what readers are saying about The Other Woman:

“I never left my seat, from start until finish. I kept looking at the percentage amount left to read, and feeling disappointed it was soon to be all over…I just wanted it to go on forever.” Amazon Reviewer

“I could not put this book down, I finished it at 2:30 in the morning and I had to get up for work @ 6:30. However, it was worth every yawn I had during the day @ work. Read it and you will see why.” Amazon Reviewer

“OMG! I woke at 3.00am and carried on from last night, I have done nothing today, not even had a bath, gross I know! I just could not put this book down!” Amazon Reviewer


And finally, I would love to thank the lovely Julia Summers and her team for inviting me to grace her lovely blog. It was fun. 🙂

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The Descendant The Curse of the Fairy Queen: Guardians of Draco by Ellie Hart book tour




An otherworldly war is raging and the descendants of Merlin must die. Caitlyn “Cat” Beale doesn’t know it yet, but her life is in serious danger. Because Cat’s normal everyday world is about to collide with the treacherous, magical world of Fairies. If only she’d heeded her visions… After her family is killed in a tragic accident, Cat’s psychic abilities begin to slowly emerge. But she never would’ve guessed the truth…that a vengeful fairy wants to destroy everything she holds dear. Now Cat must discover why she’s a target and a way to stop the killings. With the help of her friends and her enigmatic, best friend Joseph, Cat sets out to learn more about her dark heritage, which includes daring wizards, vengeful fairy queens, and horrible curses. Together they’ll enter a dark world of deception and peril…but not everyone will come out alive.


Ellie Hart lives with her family at Cape Cod, Massachusetts. Her passion for writing came to life when her son was diagnosed with Autism. Her first Novel The Descendant brought part of her past to a whole new experience. She’s working on other projects, including her second novel to the Guardians of Draco series The Call of the Siren.

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Unhidden Spotlight Tour!! Dina Given,Author


It’s not always easy to differentiate between the good guys and the bad guys, especially when a trained killer may be falling in love with her evil hunter… Emma Hayes, a former military Special Forces Operative turned mercenary-for-hire, finds her tightly controlled world turned upside down when she becomes the target of attacks by powerful supernatural creatures. Emma must use every skill in her arsenal to stay alive as she tries to solve the mystery of why she has been targeted. Her list of enemies keeps growing – from Zane Shayde, an evil Mage, to a secret branch of the US government – and she doesn’t know if there is anyone left she can trust. To complicate matters further, Emma is inexplicably drawn to Zane in a way she does not quite understand, even knowing her life is forfeit if captured. Who is he and why does he have this effect on her? How can she fight someone who calls to her, body and soul? Emma is left haunted by questions, doubts and fears as to why she has been targeted, when they will come for her next, and how she will possibly survive against an enemy she doesn’t understand.

I body checked him so he stumbled through the doors, hitting the far wall of the elevator. I followed him in, keeping my gun pointed at his chest, then pressed the only button inside the elevator that would take us to the bottom of the shaft, fifteen stories below ground. The doors slid shut, and with a jerk, the elevator began moving. It was only when my prisoner began to change that I realized it might not have been the most brilliant idea in the world to cage myself into a small box suspended over open air with a complete stranger. I had once again forgotten I was potentially dealing with a supernatural enemy, and I shouldn’t have assumed my tail was only a normal human being. The man standing huddled in the corner straightened to his full height of only ’five-foot-ten, and his eyes began to glow a pale yellow. “I’m more of a lover than a fighter …” he said, his voice becoming deeper and rougher with every word. I heard the snapping of what I realized were his bones, and his skin bulged and rippled as if something living beneath it was trying to get out. His face elongated, and wickedly sharp teeth extended from what was quickly becoming a muzzle. “But I can dish out a pretty good disemboweling,” he completed in a growl before the transformation of his mouth prevented any further human speech. His clothes tore away as his limbs bulged and bent. He fell to all fours as course, gray hair sprouted over his entire body. Cold terror bled through my body, filling my veins with ice as I tried to remember all the rules I had seen in movies about taking down a werewolf. I had no way of knowing whether there was any truth to them, but it was all I had to go on. Unfortunately, the bullets in my gun were made of steel, not silver. He completed the transformation from man to wolf in a matter of seconds, although even before then, I had put three bullets into him. I continued to hold out hope that I could interrogate him; therefore, I didn’t aim for his head. Instead, I blew out his knee, trying to incapacitate him. I was surprised when the creature actually let out a yelp of pain as a spray of blood and cartilage hit the back wall of the elevator, and the wolf’s leg collapsed under it. He still had three good legs, though, and he lunged at me with snapping jaws. I got off another two shots, but they went wide, missing him as he barreled into me. I managed to keep hold of the weapon, but the wolf’s jaws clamped down on the gun. Unfortunately, the muzzle was not pointed into his mouth; thus, pulling the trigger would just put a bullet harmlessly into the wall of the elevator. I needed the gun though. I wasn’t about to let go of it. With my free hand, I punched the wolf square in the muzzle, raining repeated blows on its face, my hand going numb as my knuckles split and bled, but I kept hitting him. His eye was a bruised and swollen mess, and blood poured freely from his nose. When I felt his jaws loosening, I pushed past the pain in my hand and hammered him with one final fist to the nose, throwing my entire body weight behind it. He released me, and I brought up my gun, but he was changing again. Thinking he was shifting back into a man and conceding the fight, I held my fire. Instead, his muzzle sharpened and hardened into a point. His gray fur sprouted feathers, and his arms extended into broad wings that flapped wildly. His injured leg was less of an impediment now that he could fly. He lifted from the floor and dove straight for me. I ducked, instinctively raising my arms to protect my head and face. He hit the wall behind me yet recovered quickly and flew at me again. Staying low, I tried to get a bead on him with my gun, but he was moving too fast. The cramped elevator wasn’t large; however, this form made him quicker, more capable of tight turns, and gave him more room to maneuver since he could take advantage of the air space above my head. He launched at me with talons bared and sliced through my forearm as I shielded my eyes. The pain was sharp and intense, and blood flowed freely from the lacerations.

About the Author: 

Dina Given lives in rural New Jersey – home of farms, horses and the largest hot air balloon festival in North America – with her husband, two crazy kids, and one rescue dog. She is an exercise enthusiast and avid lover of food and wine (hence the need to exercise). Dina also works full time for one of the largest healthcare companies in the world. She attributes her ability to juggle family, work and writing to her obsessive, hyper-focused, Type A personality.


How I fell in love with PNR ~By Dina Given When I was a kid, I don’t remember whether there were all of the sub-categories of Fantasy that we have today – Paranormal, Urban, Dark, Epic, etc. I just remember there being Fantasy, and I discovered it when I was about 10 years old. My mother went to the library and brought home for me A Spell for Chameleon by Piers Anthony. I was immediately hooked and never looked back. I voraciously devoured everything by authors such as Piers Anthony, Terry Brooks and Raymond E. Feist. I would draw massive maps of these fantastical worlds and hang them on my bedroom walls, alongside my sketches of mythical creatures. When I was in college, I even wrote my honors thesis on Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings. Then I entered corporate America, got married and had two kids, and my reading fell off significantly. A few years ago my sisters discovered the world of self-publishing and started a blog supporting independent romance authors. Romance wasn’t really my thing, but I wanted to be involved in the blog, so I gravitated toward PNR. I fell in love with Amy Bartol, Denise Grover Swank, Amelia Hutchins, Rebecca Ethington, Karina Halle, and others, and it re-sparked my love for the genre. It also renewed my life-long desire to try writing a novel myself. Thinking about the old adage of “write what you would want to read,” I developed an idea for a high-action urban fantasy novel influenced by Jim Butcher’s The Dresden Files and Larry Correia’s Monster Hunters International. I wanted to write a book that played like a fast-paced movie with supernatural battles, car chases, monsters and magic, not to mention a dollop of steamy romance. I hope I succeeded in my goal of creating a high energy, page turner that you can’t put down. You be the judge…

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