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Revenge is a Dish Best Served with a Chilled Glass of Chardonnay.


I wrote You Will Pay – For Leaving Me, because I wanted to gift something to my readers.

Something empowering and uplifting, and to round it up, I threw in some juicy revenge.

So I didn’t charge for the book. However, I notice that in some countries like Australia and Spain, charges for the book.  Bastards!

However, it’s still free on and ITunes, so go grab your copy there before they start getting ideas and start charging for it.

Anyho, from the feedback I received from my readers, You Will Pay may just be my best novel to date.

Since I’m constantly being asked about a sequel to You Will Pay, I’ve decided to write not a sequel, but rather a spin off. So…drum roll please … it’s coming January 15, 2014.

It’s about revenge and Arena and Bear are actively involved in the story.

Here’s some feedback from my readers on You Will Pay I thought I’d share with you:

“I’m in a similar situation to Arena, so I am getting myself a storage locker.” (Imagine that?)

“This book gives me hope. I have left an abusive relationship and didn’t think I would find happiness again. But now I think maybe there’s a chance.” (This brought tears to my eyes.)

“Is this your story?” (Nope. As I said before, if a man ever lays a hand on me, I will probably Lorena Bobbitt him. Or Tonya Harding him. Trust me.)

“So glad there is a sequel coming.” (Eh, not sequel as such…)

“Brilliant story, Eve, I couldn’t put it down.” (Why, thank you so much. Please come again.)

“I’m so upset because I spilled pumpkin soup over my laptop now I can’t read it.” (This would never have happened had you chose beef soup. Pumpkins are for Halloween, girl. Trust me.)

“I’m leaving my husband soon. This is my life story.” (I wish you all the very best. You have taken the first step towards leaving the lying, cheating, motherfucking SON OF A BITCH!)

Sorry, I got carried away there. And I’m assuming he’s also a liar and a cheat and his mother is in not a very nice person.

There’s more, but I will not bore you. Any more.

Please note: these are not reviews. They are some of the private emails I received.

Taking about reviews…the nicest review I had was from a lovely reader of mine who I’ve become good friends with. She’s really pretty, sweet and appreciative, always generous with her feedback and praise. Which is great. We authors need to know how we’re doing.

Here’s what she said:
In my last review I mentioned that Eve Rabi rated in the top 5 on my list of authors. Well, she is now in the top 3. I am hooked – truly hooked!!”

Nice, huh?

Now, all I have to do is find those other two writers in her top 3 and take them out one-by-one, then I will be her bestest author.

Execute them mafia style and blame the poor Goodreads trolls. My peeps are already hacking into my lovely reader’s computer as we speak. Well, not speak, speak, but …

Anyho, keep your eyes peeled for Rich, Olga, Ashley, Kevin, Bear and Arena.

Oh, and let’s not forget Tom, who was most impressed with Pamela and Tommy Lee’s video, remember?

Allow me to refresh your memory:

“That video of Pamela Anderson giving Tommy Lee a blow job – he forced me watch it with him.

“I want that,” he said, pausing the video at a certain point and pointing to Pam. “See that look in her eyes? See that? I want that. That babe, she likes it. She wants it. She’s begging for it. See? See? I want that, you hear? You better shape up, cos I expect that.”

“Basic Instinct, 9 ½ Weeks—that what we should be having.  You have to sweat, Arena. If you don’t sweat during sex, you might as well be …fucking your wife.”

Everything he said didn’t always make sense, but I never questioned him about anything.  I didn’t care to; I just wanted it to be over. And …never once did I sweat during sex. Not even a slight slick over my body. I hated sex.

End of excerpt

Rings a bell?

I have to go now, cos my hackers have found some IP addresses for me. It’s my first experiencing with hacking, so I’m quite excited. If this works, me and my peeps, we are going for Oprah’s bank account then JK Rowling’s. Wish me luck.

I wanna be a trillionaire so frigging baaaaad! I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine, smiling next to Oprah, the queen and Bruno Mars.



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