Today’s interview is with Naomi Bellina, author of When Irish Eyes Are Evil. She shares with us how she’s able to sneak writing in throughout her day, describes her writing style and provides us with a very steamy excerpt!

LUX ZAKARI: For readers who may not know, will you tell us a bit about yourself?

NAOMI BELLINA: Hello! Thank you for the opportunity to talk to you and your readers. I live in the southern United States with the love of my life and an awesome senior citizen cat. He is eighteen years old and still fairly frisky. How old is that in people years? I should be so feisty when I’m his age!

My job right now offers me a lot of flexibility and sometimes business is slow, so I’m very fortunate to be able to productively use my downtime to write. Aside from writing erotic fiction, I love to write flash fiction, sci-fi, and short articles. I’m just thrilled with all the opportunities that now exist for writers. The Internet, Facebook (I have a love/hate relationship with FB), and electronic readers, all of these have opened exciting new horizons for us.

LZ: Where do you derive your inspiration from?

NB: One of the best and unfortunately most inconvenient places that ideas pop into my mind is the shower. It must be all those negative ions floating about! I used to keep a set of markers in there, the kind that are made for writing on glass, and I would write on the shower door, but they ended up leaking. Now I just mutter to myself and can often be seen running wet and naked through the house to get my thoughts to my computer.

LZ: How would you describe your writing style to someone who has never read your work before?

NB: My stories all have an element of fun, adventure, and humor, and my heroines are generally quite feisty. Most of the sex scenes will have interesting intercourse, though there are always tender moments too. Oh, and expect to be surprised! I throw in a little something in every story to catch you unawares. I love to be surprised, in a good way, of course.

LZ: What are three quirky facts about you that we wouldn’t know otherwise?

NB: Like you, Lux, I like to hula hoop. I’ve been doing it for exercise and just got a dance hoop. It’s a lot of fun and really good exercise! Even a few minutes of hooping gives me a burst of energy.

I buy most of my clothes from local thrift stores. I don’t want to look like everyone else and I like to save money. Oh, and I tend to spill things frequently and don’t want to worry about ruining an expensive blouse. You can find the best stuff at second-hand shops!

I like to sleep late. Fortunately, most of the time I can. I know, the best time for many people to write is early in the morning, but I feel so much better if I sleep in a bit. Night owl, yes, early bird, no.

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LZ: What do you have in store for readers next?

NB: I’m working on a fun story, a bit longer than I’ve done in the past, with a shape shifter, a family of witches, and a man hunting for a fortune. Lots of interesting characters in this one. I have a Sexy Shorts story coming soon from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid’s line called Demons and Angels. It’s about a young woman who goes to a party that gets too hot and nasty for her. She escapes, only to find more trouble. It’s hard to give too many details for a short story, especially one that has surprises. I told you I love them!

LZ: Will you tell us a little about your new release and provide an excerpt?

NB: With pleasure!

When Irish Eyes Are Evil by Naomi Bellina

A sexy vampire with evil on his mind has Rachael playing detective to find a way to subdue him before he can destroy her.
Sent to the space station in lieu of prison, Rachel longs to escape and return to Earth. An encounter with a charming bartender, Brody, makes her reconsider, until she realises that he is not what he seems. Racing against time, Rachel must find a way to permanently eliminate Brody before she falls prey to his evil plot and is killed in the process.
With the help of a sexy crew member, a friend back home and another of Brody’s victims, Rachel devises a dangerous plan to kill the fiend and save herself and other potential victims.

Brody took his time removing Rachel’s garments, caressing her body. Rachel felt a delicious heat begin to burn between her thighs and when Brody slid a finger between her moist pussy lips, she moaned out loud.

“My, my, someone is certainly wet and ready,” Brody said as he licked the juice off his fingers. “Your pussy tastes delectable.”

He gently pulled Rachel down onto the bed, hastily stripping off his own clothes. Rachel ran her hands down his smooth, firm chest and stomach and reached out to fondle his hard, tempting cock.

“Later. First I want to taste your body and pleasure you. You have the most delicious aura, did you know that?” Brody purred, and he began to lick and suck. He started with Rachel’s earlobes, leisurely worked his way down her neck and stopped at her small, pointy nipples. He took extra time there, slowly taking each hard nipple into his mouth, wrapping his lips around it and pulling away gently. The feeling was exquisite—Rachel moaned and writhed in ecstasy. Brody continued to tongue his way down to Rachel’s pussy and she arched her hips to meet Brody’s mouth.

“I’m so hot,” Rachel panted. “I’m going to come any minute.” Her skin tingled in every spot Brody touched.

She looked down to see him kneeling between her legs as he lowered his mouth to the centre of the fire. She felt his tongue, then his fingers, slide against her engorged clit, and as a powerful orgasm began to rip through her body, Brody placed one hand on Rachel’s belly at a spot right above her navel, while with the other he continued to stroke her pussy with torturous skill.

As she arched her back with the force of her orgasm, Rachel felt as though she was glowing. A thread of golden light ran between her belly and Brody’s strong, skilful hand. She moaned out loud and after an incredibly long, powerful rush of pleasure, she lowered her body back onto the bed, panting hard.

“Now,” he said, parting her thighs roughly, “it’s my turn.” Rachel looked up at Brody kneeling between her thighs—she felt as if she was slowly melting into the bed and her lover was moving far away. And his eyes…they seemed to glow that luminous green she had glimpsed before, shining strong and bright with a brilliant lustre. She reached out her hands to caress his face, but he grabbed both her hands in one of his and pushed them over her head. He held them there as he entered her, and her body seemed to move of its own volition as she lifted her hips to meet his and felt intense pleasure as his rock hard cock slid inside her. He fucked like a bull, hard and fast, and very soon he threw his head back and groaned, then climaxed with a shudder. To her relief, he immediately rolled off her.

She stretched luxuriously as she felt Brody get out of bed beside her and heard him walk over to the small refrigerator. He returned with a bottle filled with a red liquid, which he poured into two heavy goblets.

“A toast to you, Rachel. May we get what we want, may we get what we need, but may we never get what we deserve.”

“Sounds good to me,” said Rachel as she took a large swallow. The drink tasted a lot like a Bloody Mary, but with something else mixed in, something earthy and pungent. Brody watched Rachel expectantly.

“Did you like that?” he asked. “Are you ready for another one?” Rachel was about to accept seconds, but suddenly she felt really tired.

She shook her head and lay back in Brody’s arms.

So tired.

As she drifted into sleep, she had that impression of golden light again. This time it seemed to expand and fill her senses, until it consumed her.

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To purchase When Irish Eyes are Evil, visit http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1378.

Watch for Demons and Angels at Whiskey Creek Torrid (http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/).

Naomi Bellinacan be reached at naomibellina@live.com and www.naomibellina.com.