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Author Interview with Naomi Bellina! 2


Today we have the wonderfully talented Naomi Bellina with us to answer a few questions. If  you’re familiar with Naomi’s work,  you’ll know that she writes it hot… just the way I like it.  Sins of Long Ago, book two in the Nocturne series, her latest and greatest series is out now. She also wrote a trilogy, The Adventures of Star Lite, an action/adventure series that features romance, magic, mayhem, and a ménage or two. You have been warned. 🙂

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Tell us about yourself.

Hello Elianne, thanks for having me here today. I live in beautiful Florida, which is hot andNaomi steamy right now. One of the few places in the United States where we say “Oh joy, winter is coming!” I cohabit with my honey, who makes me happy every day, and a delightful calico cat who keeps me loved and entertained. I own my own massage therapy business, so that keeps me super busy but also allows for a flexible schedule to write. Mostly, I’m in heaven. On bad days, I slip into a slight version of hell, but don’t stay there long.

Can you take us through what a typical writing day looks like for you?

I start the day watering my tomatoes, feeding kitty, throwing a load of laundry in the dryer. Then I sit outside and relax for a few minutes with my tea or coffee (fewer minutes in this raging heat!) before the day gets crazy. Next, I buzz through email, then get my face ready for the world. I find if I do my makeup and hair, it puts me in a business mood. Then, I either write on my current WIP or do some marketing and since my day job hours fluctuate, I go to work early in the afternoon some days, other days later, some not at all.

What words of wisdom would you impart with your younger self if you could go back to when you were writing your first book?

Oh jeez, so many! Since I started out to write professionally, I wish I had done a lot of things differently. Don’t sign that stupid contract if your gut says no, don’t write half-baked novellas just to get published. If a publisher accepts your work, it doesn’t necessarily mean it’s good. Find what you like to write and is half-way popular with readers, and write a full-length series of at least three books. Don’t believe everything you read about marketing. Don’t stress out so much.

In PNR terms, how would you classify yourself, Alpha, Beta, or Omega?

When I absolutely, positively know what’s best or really must have what I want, I’m an Alpha bitch all the way. When someone else needs to be in control, or I want to sit back and enjoy the ride, Beta is fine. Omega…never.

Have you ever written in collaboration with anyone? If so, who, and how did you like the experience? If not, would you like to? Who would be your dream collaborator?

I haven’t yet but I’d like that experience. My dream collaborator…I’m going to sound cliché here and say J.D. Robb. I know it’s really Nora Roberts, but I must admit, I’ve never read any Nora Roberts books. I am, however, devouring J.D. Robb. Love those murder mysteries. Me and J. D., we’d be the most “mag” team ever!

Social media plays a big part in self-promotion, but can also be a huge time suck. What strategies (if any) do you have to maximize your time?

Just click Facebook off. Really. I can spend hours there looking at cute animals and seeing what everyone’s been up to. Hours! I’ve discovered Triberr and love it as a way to use Twitter effectively. Hootsuite saves my live for scheduling Tweets. Pinterest…I allow myself a little time there, usually only to find pictures to help me write. (Ooooo, another dark and spooky house. Oh, he’d be perfect for my new hero. Look at that penthouse bathtub. A spiral staircase that leads to…Stop! That’s me on Pinterest, doing research J)  Much as I would love to hang out and chat with peeps all day, I know it can’t be done, with a writing career and a day job.

And now for the silly… if you were the leading lady in your favorite PNR novel, who would you be?

I loved a lot of Laurel Hamilton’s stuff and wanted to be Anita Blake or Merry Gentry for a while. Now, I don’t think I could handle all the violence. I’m more leaning towards Mercy Thompson by Patricia Briggs. She’s smart, funny, and tough. And she’d got great neighbors.

What makes your werewolves different from the others out there?

RuledI love seeing how authors set up their paranormal worlds. In mine, weres are hidden and are being phased out. The punishment for making one is death. And, if a human who knows about a were makes a public scene, they’re killed. The werewolves guard their secret closely. Vincent, my hero, doesn’t like that law, especially once he meets Gen. She has her own issues to deal with but damn it, they’re hot for each other! It’s a challenge for them to bring their worlds together, but they give it a try. Kind of like a lot of us have to do with our chosen mates, right?

Do you have anything specific that you’d like to say to your readers?

I’d like to thank everyone for reading and give you all a big hug. If not for all you guys, I couldn’t do what I love and let my imagination play. If you have the urge to write, I’d encourage you to give it a shot. Even if it’s a short story, even if it’s never published. Set yourself a goal and see if you can’t write a book this year.

What’s in the works for you right now? When can we expect to see it released to the world?

I’m busy at work on book three in the Nocturne series. I use Liquid Silver as my publisher and they’re pretty fast, but I have been ṻber busy at the day job. Maybe spring of 2016?

Can you share an excerpt of your upcoming book, or recently released one? 

You bet! Thanks so much for letting me visit with you, Elianne, and thanks again to everyone out there who loves to read paranormal romance. It’s the best!


Excerpt from Sins of Long Ago rated R 


“Have I managed to turn you off yet? Scared you away?” With one finger, Vincent gently Sinsmoved her chin, tipping her face toward him.

In his dark eyes she saw unease, despite the sureness of his words.

“I’m also the leader of a pack of werewolves who need my attention. I work long hours with my job and the pack, and now and then my phone rings all night. Once a month, sometimes more, I turn into a wolf and hunt, kill, and eat animals.”

Gen caught her breath.

“Now are you scared?” he asked, lowering his lips toward hers.

A little, but not only for the reasons he thought. Vincent stirred feelings in her, desires she’d buried long ago and had no intention of digging up until she’d met him.

The kiss started slow, tentative, as though he were gauging her response. Beneath the gentle movements of his lips she detected a hunger, a need, so close to the surface she could taste it. His scent, which had tantalized her as soon as she’d come near him, rose stronger, sending a burst of moisture between her legs. She moaned, the arousal that had begun the moment they’d touched scorching a path down her nerves. Her body moved almost of its own accord, leaning into him. She opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue and the feel of his arms pulling her in, suddenly desperate to be closer to him, to feel the warmth of his body, the touch of his fingers caressing her skin.

He cupped the back of her head with one hand as he increased the intensity of the kiss. The other hand slipped under her shirt and curled around her ribs. He was hot, warmer than her own body temperature. His thumb stroked her stomach, and then his hand moved up until he reached her bra.

In the distance an owl hooted. The fire snapped and crackled, but these sounds only dimly registered. In the forefront of her senses she heard Vincent’s breath and her own, both coming fast and hard. He cupped her breast over the fabric and squeezed, then with a moan, tore his mouth from hers and moved it to her neck. He kissed and licked there, biting the skin lightly with his teeth. She felt his body shudder and suspected he held back from what he really wanted to do to her.

He pulled away again and reached in his pocket.

“Look, I’m turning off my phone. I don’t very often, but I need uninterrupted time with you.”

His voice, hoarse with desire, sent molten flames licking at her spine. She took the moment apart from him to catch her breath. Did she have a blanket in her car? She longed to get out of her clothes, to feel his naked body on top of hers. Skin to skin, soft on hard.

He cupped her cheeks with hot, rough hands she had to have touching her body. Now.

“Tell me if I’m going too fast. I want you so bad.”

Too fast? Hell no. She could not wait to run her fingers along every inch of him, to touch him everywhere. Start with the rough stubble on his face, move down his neck, through the hair on his chest. Then stroke his firm stomach, over that low patch of hair, down to his cock. It’d be hard, so hard, and would fill her hand like she was meant to hold it.

“No, please, don’t stop.” Oh God, was that her, begging like a dog in heat?

His mouth covered hers hungrily, and he crushed her body to him again, this time with both strong arms. His hands roamed up her back and trembled slightly as they caressed her. He undid her bra, then slid his fingers to her breasts and brushed his thumbs against her taut peaks.

She whimpered into his mouth. Her nipples had hardened the moment he touched her; they were now painfully erect, and she longed for him to take them in his mouth. As though reading her mind he grabbed her sweater and bra and pushed the clothing up to her chin, then bent his head to her breast. He licked and sucked one while his thumb and forefinger fondled the other, the movement flooding a current of desire from her scalp to her toes.

As often happened when she became sexually stimulated while outdoors, the elements responded to her growing excitement. The wind blew, rustling the fallen leaves, and the fire flared up, matching the burning heat in her core. No one had ever stirred such passion in her, such longing for more. She’d not let herself feel this deeply with a man. Never. She undid the fastener on her jeans and pulled down the zipper, then guided Vincent’s hand there.

He continued his attention to her breasts and slipped a hand inside her pants. Cupping her pussy with his palm, he used one finger to stroke and probe through her underwear. She squirmed in his hand, desperate to have him go deeper. He finally pushed the elastic aside and eased his finger into her slick folds. She knew she must be sopping wet by now. Tilting her pelvis, she begged him with her body to rub her clit, pushing into his hand. She was wound up like a vintage alarm clock; it wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge.

Finally he touched her nub, ever so gently. She groaned in frustration, and he growled, the sound sending even more currents of heat through her.

“I’m taking my time with you, woman. I want you hot.”

“If I get any hotter I’ll turn into steam. I need to…”

A sudden noise interrupted.


Where to find me (I play around at Pinterest, Goodreads, and other places too)

Naomi Bellina

Provocative tales of love, lust, passion and magic


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