1. Before we start talking about your book, why don’t you tell everybody a little bit about yourself?
My name is Eve Rabi and I live in Australia, but I was born in South Africa.
I am the author of 20 books and am known for my kick-ass leading ladies, alpha males and interracial love stories.
My books include:
GRINGA –A Modern-day Love Story (Which has reached No 1 on Amazon) books 1,2, 3, 4
CAPTURED - My Sworn Enemy, my Secret Lover
Books 1 and 2
THE CHEAT - A tale of lies and Infidelity
Books 1 and 2
DECEPTION - A Palace full of Liars
Books 1 and 2
BURN'S WORLD - A love Triangle
YOU WILL PAY - She Left Her Abusive Husband, He Took Revenge
OBSESSED WITH ME - When She Rejected His Advances, He set Out to Destroy her Books 1 and 2
BETRAYED - He's get his Girl at any Cost
MY BROTHER, MY RIVAL books 1 and 2
2. Besides writing, what other things do you enjoy doing in your spare time?
Spare time? What is that?
I’m into music in a big way. It’s my thing.
I have more than 12 000 songs on my iTunes folder, all downloaded illegally, so don’t tell anyone.
My taste varies – it’s the song, not the genre.
I’m currently enjoying Kanye’s lastest album (Black Skinhead).
My kids hate it. Says it’s too noisy, but man, that guy is talented. Egotistical, but talented.
I’m also loving Drake’s Hold On, We’re Going Home and Lana Del Ray, Summertime Sadness.
3. What is your daily routine as far as when you have an idea for your story?
I write down my ideas or I will forget. Then I just sit at my typewriter and pound away. The ideas flow like alcohol at a Jersey Shore cast party.
4. Where do you get your ideas from?
Gringa – A Modern-day Love Story, was inspired by a nightmare I had.
I know it sounds corny, but it’s the truth. I was so scared from my nightmare that I woke my husband. But I couldn’t get the fear of getting shot out of my mind, so I went on to write Gringa. It took me a year to write it and it made amazon top 100.
5. Out of all of the stories you’ve written so far, what would be your favorite and why?
GRINGA – A Modern-day love story is my fav by far.
Every time I read it, I laugh out loud and reach for my shirt sleeve.
6. Tell us something funny about yourself that not a lot of people know about?
Well, today I yelled to my kids that I can’t wait to get my own place one day, so I can blast my music without them constantly telling me to tone it down. I can listen to Eminem as loud as I want and curse and yell along with the Motherfucker.
They said, “Neither can we.” Smart mouths.
7. Does any of the stories you’ve written based on real life experiences or basically just from imagination?
All of them are somehow based on my life experiences.
I’ve worn many hats in my life and I’ve experienced a lot, so it all came in handy.
Obsessed with me – She rejected him, so he set out to destroy her, is a book that came from a lot of personal experience. It’s not my memoir though.
8. Does your ‘muse’ have a name and if so what is his/her name?
I dig Jennifer Aniston and Sandra Bullock so I guess they are my muses.
Charlize Theron is also pretty kick-ass. (Not as the lesbian though.)
As for males, Jason Momoa is hooooot and his looks are my muse. Not his personality. Did I mention he’s hot? He’s hooot.
My ex-husband, btw, is 6’4”, dark-skinn with dreads.
So …that’s my taste in men. I like bears. Care bears.
9. What other genre besides the one you are writing about now would you like to venture into writing?
I’m pretty happy with my books at present as they encompass humor, action, some steamy sex scenes and guaranteed, you will shed a tear somewhere along the lines.
10. Who are your favorite authors that are out now?
Whaaaat? I’m allowed to like my own books? Awww c’mon!
11. Who is your favorite female and male characters from your books and why?
Tarago Vijoen from Obsessed with me – She Rejected him, he set out to Destroy her. He’s really funny and even though he comes across as a racist, he’s not really. He just loves the dollar.
Payton from Gringa – A Modern-day Love Story. She’s pretty kick-ass and has a foul mouth, but she’s vulnerable, loyal and funny as hell.
Never met a reader who didn’t like Payton’s character.
12. What do you think is the hardest thing about being a writer?
Cleaning my house.
Man, I hate housework. I only clean up so that Child Welfare doesn’t call.
I wish I had a maid 24-7. A man maid. With big muscles.
I would churn out books like Kim Zolciak from Housewives of Atlanta churns out babies.
13. What advice would you give someone who wants to start off being a writer?
Always write the books you want to read.
Write, write, write!
14. If you hadn’t become a writer, what do you think you would be doing right now?
A serial killer.
No seriously, I had a real estate business with a staff of 52 at one time.
I bought my first house at 23. So I’m pretty driven. I would probably be running my own real estate business.
But I want to write. I don’t want to chase the dollar anymore.
15. What would be the perfect Romantic getaway?
A room with amazing water views…a bottle of Dom Perignon …in a bucket of ice…some Swiss chocolates…plump strawberries…Usher in the background singing There Goes My Baby, and …my laptop.
I ain’t looking for love now. He’ll only get in the way. I just want alone time to write.
Although, if Jason Momoa called and asked to come over for some casual sex, I wouldn’t refuse. With his wife’s permission of course. But I’d make him buy my book first. J
Jeeze, I’m gonna get grilled for talking like this.
Well now that we got the question and answer out of the way…..why don’t you tell us about your latest story you have out now?
The story I’m showcasing today is GRINGA – A Modern-day Love Story.
It’s about two people from different worlds finding love, and it’s pretty moving.
Here is a blurb:
I was twenty-one, a sassy college student who took crap from no one. While holidaying in Mexico, I was accosted by The Devil of Mexico called Diablo and shot, because the motherfucker mistook me for a spy.
I survived, only to encounter him again months later. How’s that for luck?
Furious and sick of all that I’d been through because of him, I slapped him, told him to go fuck himself and braced myself for the bullet. He could shoot me – I no longer cared.
But, to my surprise, he became fascinated with me and blackmailed me into becoming his woman. He’d slay the entire village that sheltered me, if I rejected his proposal.
He was Kong, hairy, tattooed from fingertips to face, with scary ass piercings, blood-shot snake eyes, a ruthless killer and above all, he was my murderer – how could anyone expect me to say yes?
To save the village I had to.
He took me by force, terrorized me into submission and made me his. To make matters worse, I had to put up with his ruthless, backstabbing family who hated me and wanted to kill me.
I despised the bastard and I told him that. Spark flew. Fists too.
But, the more I rejected Diablo, the more he wanted me.
At times he wanted to kill me because of my insolence, but other times he just wanted me to love him.
I was his Gringa and in an attempt to get my love, he began to change for me. Drastic changes that made me laugh at him at first, then made me curious.
As the days went by, I found myself drawn to him and I began seeing him differently. When I found out about his past, everything changed.
He grabs me by the scruff of my neck and drags me out of the room to the lunch table.
‘Leave me the FUCK alone!’ I cry.
He shoves me into the dining room. It’s Saturday so that entire gang is there, in the mood to party and to be entertained. Watching Diablo drag me to the table gets them excited.
Humiliated and seething, I sit down and drum my nails on the table. I don’t eat or look at him.
‘Eat!’ he orders.
I ignore him and drum louder, furiously.
A man named Norman, seated next to me, leans over and says, ‘Señorita gringa want Whisky?
‘Yes please, Norman.’
Norman pours the whisky and places the glass in front of me.
‘Thank you Norman,’ I say, bypassing the glass and reaching for the bottle.
Norman’s eyes grow huge when he sees me taking giant swigs from the bottle.
It’s awful. I hate whisky. Tastes like gasoline to me.
‘Damn!’ I say, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. ‘This sure is mighty fine whisky, Norman.’
‘Eh, Señorita gringa, my name …’
‘Lemme pour you one, Norman.’ I top his glass to the brim and hand it to him. ‘Knock yourself out,’ I chuckle.
Diablo’s not smiling.
Yeah, I’m supposed to be nice to him now that the FBI is involved. Well, fuck the FBI and Fuck him!
As lunch progresses, I’m feeling a little more relaxed now. Warm in my toes and even a little confident. Well, they’re eating lunch and I’m drinking mine – whisky, Tequila and some other shit on the table.
After a few more swigs from the bottles, I cross my arms over my head and whistle Hit me Baby One More Time by Brittany bitch. Totally out of tune, but hey, who gives a fuck right now.
Diablo’s hairy face reveals little, but somehow I don’t think he’s comfortable with my drinking. Hell, I’m not comfortable with my drinking, but screw him.
They’re passing around pictures. Pornographic pictures and the conversation becomes steamy.
Usually, I pass on the pictures, but today, I snatch them out of Norman’s hand. ‘Lemme see that!’
I peer at the picture then burst out laughing. ‘That’s the fugliest flower I have ever come across,’ I say.
‘Eh, Señorita gringa, iiis not a flower, iiis a, how you say it…?’ He snaps his fingers.
‘Vagina,’ some other fucker calls out.
I peer at him. ‘What?!’ I snatch it out of his hands again. ‘Gimmee that.’ I stare at the picture. ‘Mm. Can’t be a woman’s vagina. It’s too fugly. Has to be a man’s.’ I hand him back the picture and go back to my neglected bottle.
‘So many Gringas,’ Antonio says, perving over the pictures. At the mention of the word ‘Gringa’, all eyes zero in on me.
Am I embarrassed? Hell no!
‘Hey, don’t look at me,’ I say and down another Tequila, whisky – whatever – I’ve lost track of what I’m drinking. ‘I don’t roll that way. Why don’t you ask the fugly asshole at the end of the table?’
There is a collective gasp in the room and all eyes dart towards Diablo, including mine. Now he’s gonna be really pissed. Great.
But his amused response in Spanish brings on some guffawing.
‘What? What did he say, Norman?’
Norman is pissed enough to explain. ‘Diablo say, is like a fucking a Colchón sometimes. He say, is a big let down. And, Señorita Gringa, and my name is not …’
‘Colchón … mattress? He said that, did he?’ I let out a long, low whistle. ‘Well Norm, what the hell does he know, huh?’
I smile at Norman. ‘Can I call you “Norm?” I don’t wait for him to answer. ‘He don’t know jack. Foreplay – hell, he probably thinks it’s some kind of sugar-free chewing gum or something to do with his car’s steering wheel. Huh, Norm?’
‘But Señorita gringa, my name is not Norm, it is not Norman, it is Lucas.’
I stare at him for so long, he starts to flinch. ‘Lucas?’
‘Why didn’t you say something, Norm? Okay, I’ll call you Lucas from now on, Norm.’
Santana almost falls off her chair laughing.
I look at Norm. ‘Now Norm,’ I point to Santana, ‘she’s probably laughing at what I said. Or she’s laughing at what the fuckwit at the end of the table said about me – the mattress – whatever shit …but, you ever seen a donkey laugh, Norm?
‘No, Señorita gringa. But my name …’
‘Never? Well, it’s your lucky day, Norm, cos you’ve seen it now.’ I jerk my head towards Santana.
Well, that magically erases the smile of donkey’s face.
‘You biiitch!’ Santana screeches. ‘I fargin’ kiiill you!’
I smile and raise my bottle at her. ‘Take a “fargin” number and get in “fargin” line.’
Troy comes up to me. ‘Gringa,’ he whispers, ‘come, let me take you to bed so you can sleep it ... ’
My eyebrows shoot up. ‘Take me to bed? Are you better in bed than your brother? Christ, I hope so, Troy!’
Troy turns scarlet and shrinks back, all the while glancing nervously at Diablo.
Diablo looks at everyone around him falling out of their chairs with laughter and his breathing becomes like that of an emphysema patient – raspy and labored.
‘He really is lousy in bed Troy. And you know what? I don’t like him. He’s hairy and yuuuuck! He won’t let me visit my ... ’
Diablo slams his fist onto the table, rattling the table and animating plates, cutlery, glasses.
‘Fuck! Look what you did Satan - you nearly made me spill my …’ I jerk back and peer at the label on the bottle in my hand. ‘What the fuck is this shit? Anyhoo, you’ve made me lose count of how many drinks I had. Have to start all over again. In case I have to drive.’
Diablo suddenly whips out his knife and flings it ninja-style at me. I duck and it hits the wooden beam behind me.
‘Ooooh!’ I cry shaking both my hands mockingly. ‘I’m in trooouble now! Biiiiga trooouble.’
‘Go gringa, go!’ some of the men cheer.
‘Whoookay!’ I say.
Diago stands up.
I stand up too and look him in the eye, my eyebrows disappearing behind my spiky fringe.
Breathing heavily, he creeps slowly to me, but I’m ready for him. I kick back my chair and sidle around, using the table as a barrier between us.
‘Watch him move, like a … eh, what you say for walrus in Spanish?’
The men laugh harder. Even Christa laughs.
‘You will farkin’ die!’ Diablo roars.
‘And who’s gonna farkin kill me, huh?’ I ask, dancing on the spot. ‘You?’ I throw my head back and laugh.
More laughter around me.
Diablo runs to his knife, grabs it off the beam and runs towards me.
But I’m already out of the villa and racing towards the cliff.
‘I’m going to kiiiill you!’ he yells as he chases me.
‘Fuck you, motherfucker!’ I scream over my shoulder and sprint ahead. I don’t care if he kills me, I just don’t want to be assaulted by him. He’s super strong and I stand no chance against him if he does. I’ve never seen him run before and I’m hoping he’s out of shape and slow. Well, the big lunch should make him sluggish.
But to my dismay, I can actually hear his breathing. I’m surprised at my slowness. Must be something to do with the booze. I have to admit, I didn’t realize how drunk I was until I started running. Too late now.
I run up the hill and through the dense foliage, passing startled villagers tending the cannabis crops. They stop and stare when they see Diablo chasing a gringa with a knife in his hand. Behind Diablo are his men, some on horseback and some on foot, not wanting to miss the moment Diablo finally kills the insolent Gringa.
‘Go, gringa go!’ I hear.
I run faster than I ever did in my life.
‘You will die!’ Diablo threatens behind me, still brandishing the knife. His breathing is getting louder and I know I have to do something.
The rock pool! I know for sure that Diablo is no match for me in the water. Very few people are. I head for the pool.
Changing route confuses Diablo and for a few moments, the gap between us increases, allowing me some respite.
I’m desperate to reach the rock pool so that I can shake the enraged animal behind me.
But to my dismay and my surprise, he catches me.
‘Let go of me, you fucking freak!’
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REVIEWS FROM READERS:
"A crude rendition of Beauty and the beast"
“IMO, It is one of the best romance books ive read in some time. I read it all in one sitting. I couldnt peel my eyes away even for a minute. The story had it all from action to romance.”
“Some scenes had me giggling out loud, but there was one scene that had me laughing out loud for a couple minutes.”
“This book is not for the faint of heart. It's horrible, dirty, raw, passionate, hilarious, sweet, sad, addictive, and so much more.”
‘One thing that I like from this author now that I have read all her books is that she takes time to develop her characters as well as develop the romance. There is no zero to 60 in 3 seconds here. Her characters are flawed and multi-dimentional. They also experience growth throughout the book. There are plenty of twists and turns in ths book to keep you guessing.’
“The author has woven such intricate characters in this tale and I will be hard pressed to find another book which was so well rounded and beautifully written. The sub-characters (Troy, Rosa, Maria, Toungue, Paris, etc.) all brought something amazing to the table.”
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