Eve Rabi
lives in Sydney Australia, but was born in South Africa.
She is the
author of 20 books and is known for her kick-ass leading ladies, her alpha
males and her ability to make you cry and make you laugh as you fall in love.
She loves
music and cannot live without it.
She also
enjoys dancing, (was a Latin dance instructor years ago) and keeps her kids in
line by threatening to bust a Zumba move in front of their school assembly.
Stalk Eve
Rabi online:
Eve
will be awarding a set of Obsessed with Me ebooks to five randomly drawn commenters during the tour.
Blurb:
Tarago
Jakobus was 6’4”, intelligent, extremely wealthy with a Midas touch. He was
also openly racist, politically incorrect and a chauvinistic pig who told
offensive jokes. He loved to party and was used to women vying for his
attention. So when his eyes fell on Tanin, he expected her to just melt into
his bed and be grateful that he even looked her way.
To
his utter surprise, she was totally unimpressed with his wealth, thought he was
an uneducated buffoon and publicly rejected him. Of course he was shocked and
humiliated by her response.
But
no woman had ever turned Tarago down before, and he found her fascinating. He
became obsessed with her and decided to win her over his way – destroy all that
is precious to her, so that she would have no choice but to need him. If that
didn’t work, he’d switch to plan ‘B’ – take away her freedom and throw her ass
in jail. And being the absolute bastard that he was, he did.
Obsessed
With Me is a modern-day love story.
Excerpt:
“Tarago,
you bought them guns?! Are you crazy?”
“No,
I didn’t!” my big fat liar says and looks at his accomplices behind him. “Tell
her.”
Sergie
looks at the floor. “Eh, no, he …didn’t. No. No. Relax, Tanin.”
Ralph
clears his throat. “Yeah, he didn’t buy us guns, Tanin. Relax.”
My
uncle shakes his head, a glint in his eyes. “They’re not even loaded, Tanin,
relax.”
Uncle
Anand? The adult in our family, our rock, the only supposedly sensible one and
hater of whites?
And
I must relax?
“But
we got hollow-points,” he adds, his voice dripping with excitement. “Wanna see?
Check this out!”
Before
we can answer, he brings out a box of bullets and thrusts it at Aunt Saras.
She
takes a step back, a look of horror on her face. “You been drinking, Anand?”
Of
course he’s been drinking whisky with Tarago. His face is flushed and his
comb-over is disheveled. But, it is Christmas.
Uncle
Anand, who is never comfortable with lies, looks at Tarago.
Tarago
shakes his head from side to side. A tiny shake.
Uncle
Anand turns to her. “No…”
“It’s
Christmas, where do you get guns from?”
I quickly ask.
“Thirty?!”
my sister, Lima, says. “You serious?”
He
nods. “You want one?”
I
jerk to look at him. “Tara…go!”
My
mother puts her hand over her mouth and chuckles behind it. Thank God my mum
has a sense of humour.
Where to Buy: Smashwords
(This is a
two-part series and neither books are stand alone. Both books are currently
available for purchasing)
2 comments:
Sounds great! I love writers who challenge the status quo and aren't afraid to write what I like to call "anti-romance", where everything's not wine and roses the whole way through. ;)
Sounds really good!!
Thanks for the chance to win!
natasha_donohoo_8 at hotmail dot com
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