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I'm back! We had a great vacation, and I'll blog more about it soon. For now, please help me welcome paranormal author Dayana Knight, a good friend I met through our mutual association with The Wild Rose Press. Her current release, Bestial Cravings, had a wild ride on the TWRP bestseller list.
Welcome, Dayana! Tell us about Bestial Cravings.
Like many of my stories, the inspiration for this one has a colorful and strange history. Actually, the piece that set me rolling on Bestial Cravings was a contest entry several years ago. The submission guideline for the story was a complete 1000 word story and the clincher, you had to chose one of several sentences to write your story around. You also had to use that line as the first sentence of your story.
Thus, The Changeling, which later became Bestial Cravings, was born. Although the story didn’t place in the final rounds, it did make it to round two of the judging.
Anyhoo, I was perusing my files of stories, unfinished pieces, etc. and came across TC and thought, let me see what I can do with this one.
Blurb:
Vesta Johns has everything going for her—except her health. Desperate to find the answers to her lethargy and her insatiable desire for raw meat and sex, she seeks out the help of her doctor, but Dr. Cohen can give her no answers.
Or can she?
Torrence Simiene is a medical consultant with a unique specialization. As an alpha werewolf, it’s been his job to aid Dr. Cohen’s distinctive patients through their transition from human to shifter, for years. This time, however, it’s different. Vesta arouses his primal lust, and he’s having a hard time keeping her at a distance.
Will the doctor’s plan of care offer the ultimate cure for Tor and Vesta’s bestial cravings , or further drive them apart?
You know I love those Alpha wolves ;). Tell us about Tor.
Tor is determined, strong, alpha type no nonsense male until he meets Vesta. He is tall, well-muscled and lean. He has sandy, shoulder-length hair, hazel eyes and rugged clean-shaved good looks.
Very sexy! Tor is the first Alpha I've read who doesn't have dark hair. How is he drawn to his heroine, Vesta?
His profession at first, then he senses a strong pull of lust and need. His inner beast will not stand down when she is around, neither will another body part.
LOL! What draws her to him?
An insatiable lust as well, though Vesta has no idea why. She isn’t prudish though doesn’t sleep with just anyone but Tor puts her libido over the edge. The desire he awakens in her is new and frightening to her.
Who inspired Tor?
He basically just happened, though I love lean, muscled alpha males (grin). The sexier the better, the hotter…well you get the picture.
I hear you on the sexier and hotter the better ;). Is there a little bit of someone you know in him?
I’ll let you know when I meet him.

LOL, yes, please do! And introduce us ;). Are there any celebrities who capture his look?
Not really. I peruse magazines and stock photos. I save pics of hotties much like someone you may know, Helen. But I will share a secret with you. I do and have for many years been drawn to Viggo Mortensen. His many faces could inspire a multitude of heros.
I love Viggo! He was my first "hunk over forty" last year ;).
What projects are you working on right now?
I am currently working on Book II of the Roma Wolf Tales series. Bestial Cravings actually is a companion short to the series. I also have several other novels in different stages as well as another erotic short in the works.
I have submitted my first novel, a crime suspense, which I’d pulled in December from the original publishing house when my contract was up, to The Wild Rose Press and await their thoughts on picking it up for republication.
How can readers keep up with your work?
Fun question – what is the strangest, most surreal thing you’ve ever done?
Hmm…This isn’t really anything I’ve done but rather something that happened to me―today, as a matter of fact. I was gazing out my front window and noticed, to my distress, a bluejay lying on the ground just outside the boundary of my garden. It lay flat out on its back and I even noticed the breeze move its poor tail feathers. I stared a moment then went out to the garage to get a shovel and proceeded to go outside via the garage door to bury the bird. I stepped outside to the place I’d seen the bluejay and stood with shovel in hand befuddled. The bird was gone!
It was there and the position in which it appeared most definitely dead. I stood for long minutes trying to figure it out but then turned, went back into my garage, put the shovel away and back into the house. I stood for some time staring out my front window at the spot I’d seen the ‘dead’ bird. I’m not sure what happened but somehow the episode seems an omen. I only hope it is a good one!
I'm sure it's a good omen ;). In fact, I bet you could build a story around that event! Thanks so much for being here today, Dayana! Readers, here's a taste of Bestial Cravings (warning, adult content):
“I’d better go, Vesta.”
She turned toward him, disappointment tightened her lovely face as she stood. Tor followed her lead as she walked toward the door.
“I had a really nice evening. Thank you,” She said softly with a sad little smile.
Impulse made him pull her into his arms.
“Why so sad, Little One?”
“I don’t want tonight to end.” Vesta whispered and pressed against him. His arousal pulsed and sent a rush of heat through him. She turned her face up to him, and he bent to her lips with a hunger he’d never known. His erection twitched and jumped. And the entity within him thrashed. He couldn’t hold the beast much longer, the lust for her was too strong.
Tor ran his hands up her back and tangled his fingers in her hair pulling her head back. “Vesta, I want to take you now, but we can’t do this. There are things you need to know first.”
“I want you…”
“Vesta!” Tor set her away from him. “We can’t.”
“Why?” She turned heated eyes to him. “I know you want me.” She stroked her hand over his cock. “I want to feel this inside me, Tor.”
He grabbed her hand from his throbbing crotch and moaned, “Oh God.” His breath swooshed out, and he rolled his head back. I have to stop this now. “I’ve got to go. I’m sorry, Vesta. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Tor opened the door and stepped outside. When he stood a safe distance down the sidewalk he said, “I promise, Little One, you will understand soon enough.” Then he did the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life.
He walked away.