Synopsis (From Amazon)

 

Beautiful and alluring Scarlett Smyth is such an expert at seduction, that she is even penning a book on it. When the shrewd and ambitious temptress lays eyes on Bradley Murdoch, she believes she has found her dream man. There is just one problem – Bradley is happily married to Rival. In an attempt to get close to Bradley, Scarlett befriends Rival, and creates a perfect opportunity to steal Bradley away from her.

Quiet and unassuming Rival Murdoch is happy to welcome the vivacious and friendly Scarlett into her family circle. But when she is betrayed by both Bradley and Scarlett, she decides, even though she lacks Scarlett’s genius IQ, not to turn the other cheek. In fact, she is determined to win back her husband, believing that he is simply mistaking lust for love.
As a result, the betrayed wife collides with the other woman. The results are scandalous.
Eve Rabi’s latest romantic and suspense-filled thriller is riveting drama of betrayal, lust and revenge that will keep you turning pages and leave you begging for more.

 

Excerpt

 

As we drive in taut silence, I sneak glances at her. Her eyes are fixed firmly on the dashboard of the Jeep, her arms folded tightly across her chest, her lips pressed together.
“Wanna talk about it?”
She shakes her head.
“Okay.”
Another few moments of tense silence. I expected some hostility from her, but this much?
“Can I get you anything?” I ask a few minutes later. “Some bottled wat–”
“A drink.” Her answer is immediate. “I need a drink.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be drinking, Rival.”
She glares at me.
“I can’t get you a drink. It’s not a good…” The angry look on her face has me faltering. “I don’t wanna lecture you, Rival, but–”
“You’re what – my guardian? My dad?” As she talks, her head jerks around, her eyes bulge, and her voice is an angry hiss.
“No, no, I’m just say–”
“Don’t!”
I sigh. “You need to listen to me if you don’t wanna get into more trouble, Rival.”
“Trouble?” She glares at me. “Do you really think I care about getting into more trouble? Huh? I’m rattled and I’m asking you for a drink and you say no?”
“Well…I…”
“You say no? Huh? Have you ever been distraught enough to need a drink?”
Before I can answer, she throws open the door of the Jeep – while we are still moving. Mortified, I slam on the brakes. “What the fuck, Rival?”
When she tries to get out of the Jeep, I lunge at her, grab her by the scruff of her neck and jerk her toward me. “Stop this!”
“Leave me alone!” she yells as she rams her elbow into my ribs.
Even though pain tears through me, I hold onto her with one hand, and with the other, try to bring the Jeep to a halt on the shoulder of the road. “Stop this shit, Rival.”
“Leave me alone you thief!” She screeches and claws at my face, missing my eyes by an inch, forcing me to release her.
Just as the Jeep stops, she jumps out of it, leaves the door hanging, and strides ahead.
“Rival!” I shout through the open window as I cruise the Jeep alongside her. “What the hell’s wrong with you, you craz…?” I stop just in time.
“Yeah, I’m crazy,” she says as she continues walking. “Crazy, but not a thief, okay? I don’t steal from the disabled and I don’t aid and abet, Ritchie MacFoul. No wonder Girly calls you a pig – you stink.”
“It’s the bait!” I cry. “I was out fishing. And she’s means Pig as in–”
“Yeah, right. Bet you’re useless at it.”
“Hey!” Now that is below the belt. “For your information, I happen to be good at fishing,” I say, even though I didn’t catch anything.
“Useless at squash, useless at fishing,” she mumbles.
“What? Bradley told you that? Seriously? We draw on squash, I’ll have you…” I let out a breath of exasperation. “Rival, get in the goddamn Jeep! I need to take a shower.”
“Go, then.” She flicks her wrist at me as she continues walking. “I don’t need your help. Go join Scarlett and Bradley. I’m sure they need someone to fix their window and–”
“Shaddup, Rival! You act like the world owes you something. You think you’re the only one with grief? You’re not, so get your arse back into the Jeep and try to be an adult about it. Stop acting like a–”
She flashes her middle finger at me. “Go home to your Celine Dion CDs.”
“What?”
“Never met a man who has Celine Dion’s entire collection,” she mumbles.
“Hey, I bought those because of Liefie. I couldn’t find a song she liked and – man…this is just cra–”
She stops, spins around, and glares at me. “Fuck you! I am not crazy.”
“No, fuck you!” I say, her insults and shitty attitude getting to me. “Just get back into–”
“NO!” she walks faster, forcing me to drive faster behind her even though the passenger side of the Jeep is still open. “Fine, I’m gonna have to call the cops.”
Of course I’m not going to call the cops, but I’m pretty freaked out right now with her erratic behavior. And a little scared I may have lost control of the situation.
She stops, turns around, and snarls, “Call the cops, you dirty dog! You think I’m scared to go to jail? Huh? I’m not. I don’t care if I go to jail, ’cause at least there, I will have an excuse as to why I can’t be normal, why I can’t have a home, a husband, my children…yeah, roll your eyes at me you fucking arsehole! Had it not been for you, I would have a chance with my kids. You and I both know that if you had not witnessed that power of attorney and backdated it, Bradley–”
“He would still be able to gain custody, Rival. He was protecting his family.” I look ahead at the group of homeless people gathered in the dark. This could be dangerous.
When I look back at Rival, she has a rock in her hand, raised and ready to throw it through the open window at me.
I slam on the brakes and hold out my hand. “Rival…Rival…put…down…that…rock.”
“You were complicit,” she hisses, as she creeps toward me.
If she throws that rock at me, she might crack my skull. I switch to the voice my hostage negotiator I used to use back in my SWAT days. “Let’s just talk about it. You still want that drink, Rival? Vodka? Wine? Bet you’re hungry and–”
“Because of your aiding and abetting, I am without…everything,” she says, ignoring my hostage negotiator voice and my offer for a drink she recently demanded. “And I constantly think of ending it all, because what is there to live for?”
“Stop!” I say, horrified at her words, my eyes darting between her face and the rock poised in the air, ready to strike at either me or my Jeep.
God, please, not my Jeep. That will really fuck up the lovely paintwork.
She inches further, her eyes bulging. “The Gap. I want to throw myself off the Gap and say, ‘here goes nothing,’ because that’s what I have become – a nothing!”
“Would you stop talking like that?! This talk, it’s–”
“–Crazy?” she finishes. “Yeah, Ritchie MacBastard, I may just have gone bananas.”
“I didn’t say that. Put the rock down. Please. Violence is never the answer.” I know I sound like Ghandi, but I have my paintwork to think about. “Let’s just sit down and have a civil con–”
“Imagine if you were driving, and you were involved in a car collision, and your three children were suddenly killed.” She snaps her fingers, “Ally, gone, Becky, gone, Gareth…gone! All of them disappear as if they never happened. How would you–”
“Okay, okay, I get–”
“–feel. Would you -?”
“–it Rival!”
“–want to throw yourself off The Gap? And do you think at some point, YOU’D feel like a drink?”
She is right. I nod. “Okay. You got me–”
“I haven’t had a drink in almost a year, and today is Mother’s Day. I am a m…mother; I deserve a phone c…call or a card.” Her face contorts with pain as she lowers the rock, her shoulders sagging. “I got nothing, and inside, I bleed. Today, I broke. And the pain was so intense that I wanted to numb it. That’s why I drank.”
“Look, I’m sorr–”
“And you, you sit there with that judgmental look on your face, probably feeling sorry for Bradley for having to put up with someone like me.”
“No, you got it wrong, Rival.”
She stares at me for a moment, before she suddenly takes off.
“Rival! Come back!” I yell as I maneuver the Jeep to a standstill and turn off the ignition.
Quickly, I get out of the Jeep, lock the doors, and race to find her. It’s dark, and I can’t see her anywhere. Panic soars through my weary self. “Arena’s gonna kill me if I lose you,” I say as I run into the dark.

 

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Interview With The Author

 

When did you first realize that you wanted to be a writer/ a storyteller?

Around 2003, my ex-husband and I ran a magazine in Sydney’s North Shore. It was very successful, but hard work. Since I worked for a newspaper before, I wrote all the articles for our magazine. I did everything for the magazine, in fact. It was around then, that I realized how much I enjoyed writing. Especially humorous articles. I began to work secretly on Captured – My Sworn Enemy, My Secret Lover, but with two little kids there was never any time to do the things I liked. I was extremely frustrated that I couldn’t, so I woke up every day at 3 a.m., crept downstairs and wrote till 7 a.m. I stopped watching TV for two years and used every spare minute to dream. I only published my first book in 2012, though.

 

What inspires you to write?
Music. It moves me, energises me and without it, I am lost. I have over 12 000 songs on my iTunes folder. I hoard music. Seriously.

 

What are a couple of your all-time favorite books and how have they influenced you as a writer?

I really enjoyed Gone Girl. Gillian Flynn is gutsy and I like that.

I used to be a great fan of Sidney Sheldon and John Grisham’s work. The Prince of Tides is also a book that stayed with me long after I finished the book. All these books are drama-filled and fairly fast-paced, so they influence my writing.

 

How did you come up with the idea for your book, “The Other Woman?”
I recently separated from my husband because of another woman. Need I say more? The Other Woman isn’t my story, but all Rival’s pain is mine. Without experiencing what I did, I would never have been able to write that book.

 

Did any of your characters inherit some of your own quirks?

All of them did in some way. Friends of mine who read The Other Woman, tell me they see me in all the female characters. I don’t if that’s a good or a bad thing.

 

What would be the Dream Cast for you book if it was to be turned into a movie?

I’ve been asked this question before, but I couldn’t really answer. But, let’s see…I think Channing Tatum should play Ritchie MacMillan, I think Leighton Meester would make a great Scarlett, and …gosh I’m no longer in tune with Hollywood. (I’ve written three books in one year. I’ve lost track of everything around me. Sorry.) However, Lana Del Rey, should she be interested in an acting career would be a great Rival.

 

What is your favorite scene in the book? Why?
I like the part when Rival gets drunk and takes a brick to Ritchie. I cried as I wrote that scene and laughed as well. Man, I cried a lot while writing this book.

 

What do you think sets your book apart from others currently on the shelves?
To quote an amazon reviewer: “Tired of boring romance? Then read Eve Rabi’s books. They’ll keep you turning pages.”

My books are funny, emotional, thrilling, sexy and fast-paced. I get bored easily and write for women like me. Many women have told me that I’ve got them reading again and that makes me happy.

 

What do you hope for your readers to carry away with them after reading your book?
In the words of Jack Nicholson (the unloading of a husband) in The Witches of Eastwick: “…death, desertion, divorce – the three Ds; when that happens, a woman blooms.”
Jack’s right, you know. I bloomed. After I reached rock bottom, of course. In fact, I’m so happy and grateful for my life right now, I have a spring in my step.

 

Tell us three fun facts about yourself.
My favorite food is a chocolate burger. What, you’ve never tried it? You’re missing out!

I’m into make-up and fashion in a huge way. I’m a trend-setter and have always been. I think if I didn’t write books, I’d be a stylist and a make-up artist.

I used to teach Latin American dancing years ago. So yeah, I can Zumba.

 

What is the best piece of advice you have received, as a writer, till date?
Unfortunately, I did not receive any real advice from anyone to date.
But here’s what I always tell others who wish to write: Just write your book. Write a thousand words a day. Don’t share your ideas with anyone until it’s done. Others don’t have your vision so expect them to discourage you.
Also, be nice to other authors. None of them are your competition. Ever!

 

What do you currently have your readers looking forward to?
I’m writing my 26th book called Malice. It’s a stand-alone book, but it is also the third instalment of The Other Woman. I’m loving it and I’m sure my readers will love it too. It’s a story about a seductress seducing a reverend and turning him into a money-spinner. He’s happily married, but that doesn’t stop her. The theme is revenge. As usual.

 

About The Author

Author Eve Rabi is the author of 25 books. She lives in Sydney Australia, but was born in South Africa.
If you enjoy high drama with exciting twists and turns, contemporary romance novels, crime thrillers, sweet romance with sexy alpha males, stories of revenge and suspense, with kick-ass leading ladies, then you will enjoy Eve Rabi’s books. But be prepared to gasp, to laugh and to cry while you fall in love.
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