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“I’m ashamed of my need to be held – guess it’s been a while. Nothing sexual, just warmth, affection and tenderness, which I crave right now. It’s coming from the father of my baby; how wrong can that be?
Minutes go by and I find myself lying in his arms, my back to his accommodating chest. I bask in his masculine scent – the faint whiff of tobacco mingled with a musky but familiar aftershave – comforting.
As our breathing synchronizes, his hand slowly slides to my belly. ‘This is a miracle, a gift to us,’ he whispers. ‘Forget the circumstances, it’s still a miracle. I need you to love my baby. It means everything to me.’
I nod several times and place my hand over his. He shuffles his strong hand over mine so that our fingers entwine. Snug in a tender but illicit embrace, we drift off to sleep.
When I wake up in the middle of the night and find myself in Reed’s arm, reality bites. I’m married to a US Police Commissioner; he’s part of an Islamic militant group – what the fuck am I doing?
Slowly, to avoid waking him, I ease out of his arms. Sitting a distance away from him, I watch the rise and fall of his chest as he sleeps.
Reed stirs, opens his eyes and looks at me. He doesn’t say anything; he just holds my gaze. Then, he opens his arms to me.
I stare at his opened arms and will myself to shake my head from side-to-side, to say something like, “No thanks, we shouldn’t be doing this. You just caught me at a weak moment. I’m okay. Really, I am.” Smile to show I’m okay.
I do nothing of that sort – I just melt into his arms.
The way he holds me, the way he buries his face in my hair, the contented sigh he gives as he hugs me close, tells me he needs this as much as I do. We fall asleep almost immediately.”
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Here’s what readers have to say about Captured:
“I laughed, I cried, I felt everything her characters felt. This one brought me to tears so many times!”
“Two hours sleep before work isn’t really substantial but it was worth it. Was one of those books you can’t put down!”
“I may read it again and I don’t usually do that.”
“This book is fast paced and will keep you on your toes, sometimes without time to take a breath.”
“Crying and reading don’t mix, your eyes get watery and blurry and you don’t see what you’re reading. I laughed & I cried also rejoiced. This book and book two are BEAUTIFUL.” Amazon reviewer
When Henna Day, who is living in poverty, is hand-picked by Queen Karisma of Asokastan for Crown Prince Vijay, her family thinks they’ve hit the jackpot. Finally, they will have food on the table.
Little do they know that Prince Vijay, is not only gay, but he is also slightly retarded.
The deception is something young Henna can live with, until Queen Karisma demands an heir, threatening to have the marriage annulled if Henna fails to produce one.
Unable to go back home and having no choice, Henna, with the aid of her lady-in-waiting, sets her sights on handsome New Yorker, Rusty Carrington, fencing instructor to Prince Vijay.
Since Rusty has never met Princess Henna and is on contract in Asokastan for just six months, things go smoothly between Henna and Rusty and before long, she is pregnant with Rusty’s child.
Immediately, and without saying goodbye, she disappears from Rusty’s life.
Rusty is confused when he cannot locate Henna, but as scheduled, he moves back to New York.
Back home, he cannot get Henna out of his mind and it isn’t long before he realizes he has been duped. Furious, he returns to Asokastan with plans to find Henna and bring her to justice for whatever scam she’s running. If he cannot find her, he plans to enlist Queen Karisma’s help. Not only is she his personal friend, but she has made it clear she fancies him. Royal Deception is a tale of love, lust and revenge.
“It’s not my usual genre, so I was hesitant about this book. I’m so glad I took a chance. If you liked The Other Boylen Girl, you will enjoy this a whole lot more. I know I did. Some strong language and graphic sex scenes though, so beware. ” Smashwords reviewer
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“If you are not familiar with Eve Rabi’s books, well let me tell you right now if you are a mom with kid’s to feed and a husband to take care of then DO NOT try to read a Eve Rabi book.
They are physically brutal. Your head will hurt your vision will go blurry and the ‘ol body goes numb. WHY? Because once you start one of her books you CANNOT put it down.
Love this book and loved the Gringa series. I literally was laughing out loud reading this book. It’s an emotional roller coaster ride. Romance and action.”
I’d never been to Australia before, but I knew I wanted to live there because I heard that nobody carried guns there.
I’m from sunny South Africa, one of the most beautiful countries in the world. But when the violence escalated and a family member was killed, I made a decision to leave South Africa and say goodbye to my real estate business, all our material goods and to our fair-weather friends.
My husband was not happy, but he went along. Initially.
After our visas were granted, he got cold feet and changed his mind about leaving South Africa.
That put such a strain on the marriage that it fell apart.
But, I was serious about relocating to Aus with my five year old and nothing was going to stop me.
Yes, it would be hard being a single parent in a country I knew nothing about (That’s not true, I watched Neighbours! Ha ha!), but I was unafraid, fearless and …well, that’s not altogether true either; I was shit scared, terrified at times and wondered if I was mad to migrate without my husband. I even wondered if mental illness ran in my family.
Then, a month after I split with my husband, I found out I was pregnant with my second child!
That was it; my plans to migrate came to an abrupt end. I resigned my disappointed self to stay in South Africa, obtain more guns, one for each child, get a bodyguard to shadow me, (Kevin Costner would do) and convert the fence on my property into an electric one.
Eh, no. Not quite. I was going ahead with my plans to migrate to Australia with my five-year-old and my unborn baby. (Years later, I found out that mental illness did run in my family.)
My husband, after he got over his shock over the unplanned pregnancy, was convinced that I wouldn’t leave the country now that I was with child. He was happy and smug.
But clearly he too didn’t know that mental illness ran in my family.
I came to Australia when I was seven months pregnant.
Even though it had been a horrendous flight, the moment I touched down in Sydney, in spite of my jet-lag and the fact that I lived in a hotel for a week, I fell in love with it. Love at first sight!
With everything, the unpretentious people, the holiday atmosphere, the perfect climate, the absence of guards and guns.
I was in awe when I moved to a place called St Ives, a lovely green suburb, ideal for bringing up children. (It reminded me of Cape Town, so I settled there. You Will Pay was based in this suburb.)
There were no fences, no guard dogs, no This Property is being Protected by Rottweiler and Angry Pitbull Security Company signs, and people didn’t even draw their blinds at night – you could see right into their lovely homes!
My love for Australia soared and I wrote to my family (I am one of seven children) and reported that I had found Paradise, I was thrilled to be here and could they please send me more South African pickles, some Royal Crème biscuits and Beacon Easter eggs, please. (Yes, I said ‘please’ twice.)
They were relieved that I was okay, but they were baffled that I had no maid, no driver, no secretary, no nanny for my kids and that I would be cleaning my own toilets.
That bothered them the most – me having to do domestic chores.
That bothered me the most –me having to do domestic chores.
Even though I loved Australia, many at times, I raised my unmascaraed eyes, my Ansell gloved hands holding my toilet brush and cleaning sponge to the heavens and said, “What the fuck?”
But my husband kept in touch (was also around for the birth of my baby) waiting for the day I would break and send that all important email:
“I’m coming home, tell the world I’m coming home. I know my kingdom awaits…” Okay, fine, if you want to be technical, those are PDiddy’s words (but I do believe he found my diary ), but my words would be something like those.
You know, something like, I have made a mistake in leaving South Africa and I want a second chance. I want to come back with my suitcase between my legs and I promise I will never ever speak of Australia ever again.
Guess what? The weirdest thing happened – my husband wanted to come to Australia! To settle here. Turns out, during his visits, he loved it here even though the speed limit in most places was just 50 KMP and he would have to say adios to his German vehicles in South Africa.
Guess what? The weirdest thing happened – by then, I had lost all the baby fat, toned my bod, grew my hair, had a Brazilian or two and was dating again!
Yes, in the process of relocating and giving birth to a precious baby, I had got my mojo, that years of marriage (to the same man) had eroded bit by bit.
I no longer wanted my husband! He was so yesterday.
I wanted to skank around a little, have some fun, live a little.
(As Jack Nicolson said in The Witches of Eastwick: “When a woman unloads a husband, or a husband unloads a woman, however it happens – death, desertion, divorce – the three D’s – when that happens, a woman blooms. She blossoms. Like flowers. Like fruit. She is ripe.”)
However, and this is a big however; I did have two kids under the age of six, one a baby, and at times it was hard. Plus my husband had been brought up by my bitch of a mother in law who had a house so clean and spotless, it was more like a museum than a house. She had four sons, all around 6’4” but she kicked their arses and had them cleaning and polishing on demand.
So, he was really good at doing dishes, vacuuming and other domestic chores, all of which I hated more than my mother in law. (Actually, I didn’t hate her. I just preferred to live in another country.)
Maybe, I could take him back, have all the benefits of a husband, and to keep my mojo going, and so as not to waste all that lovely lingerie I had purchased, I could have an affair on the side?
That was a brilliant idea, I thought. While he’d be busy holding the baby and the fort, I would sneak out for matinee sex in sleazy motels, where you pay by the hour. I’d never been to a sleazy motel before, so I was excited at the thought of using one. I wondered what the room service was like.
Anyway, I took my husband back and unfortunately, the only affair I wanted to have was with him. As I said, “unfortunately.”
Turns out the split did us good, and it was as if we were two different people in Australia. Minus the pressures of the business we ran in South Africa, we were living an idyllic life.
Plus, in all fairness, he really appreciated the new panties and stuff, so we lived happily ever after.
For three months.
Then the bitching started. He expected me to do my share of the housework!
I was flabbergasted at his gall and seriously considered packing his arse off back to South Africa. After all, I still had the men I had been dating on speed dial lurking around, and there was still the sleazy motel I had not had the pleasure of visiting.
But marriage is a comprise I thought, so I compromised and got a cleaner who came in three times a week.
Problem solved, paradise regained and I was loving my sun-burnt country.
A few things have happened since:
The marriage ended years later.
Even though my speed dial doesn’t work, I am dating again.
I have bought more panties. Skanky ones.
I’m writing books and loving it. (21 books published, with two more on the horizon.)
I’m still loving Australia, I’m really loving my freedom and I’ve found my mojo again.
(I hope my ex-husband doesn’t read this, he’s not a bad guy. I hope my mother in law doesn’t read this, she’s not a …well, I hope she doesn’t read this. In fact, I hope nobody reads this.)
Anyway, happy Australia Day to all!
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