The Vessel by Selena Moore

Introduction

This is by no means a new genre to me. I've been reading erotica since I understood what erotica meant. The dark, twisted, dirty deeds to be done between consenting adults. I clearly remember the first erotica book I actually bought with my own money and brought home. I must have been almost sixteen, the fear of getting caught having it one I will never, ever forget. It was a paperback copy of "The Sexual Life of Catherine M" by Catherine Millet and I devoured every single word that was in it. I never stopped reading erotica since then, I became addicted to the sheer depravity behind the dirty words.

Years later, I started writing myself, random scribblings that were never meant to be published. Until one day, I started writing again, more consciously this time. I didn't write erotica now, I wrote romance and the words poured out. "Late At Night" and "Stranded" were born at that time, and all the rest followed. The story you are about to read was originally just paragraph after paragraph of endless, dirty fucking and I revised and rewritten it several times before it became what it is now. It's the first time I venture into anything sci-fi but in order to make the breeding trope plausible, I needed a dystopian setting that would  facilitate the storyline. And I needed romance. And naughty, dirty words. So, this one's for you, my lovelies. Enjoy!