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Lula Monk is a part-time author and full-time educator. She enjoys winter beaches, road trips, strange science facts, and cuddling up with a good book.
Lula's work is heavily influenced by her dual love of science and history. She is now working on multiple projects in various genres, including Paranormal Romance, Historical Fiction, Sci-Fi, and more.
She lives in the Deep South, and the flora and fauna of that region often make an appearance in her writing.
What inspired you to write your book?
I felt compelled to write Dredge. I wanted to tell a story of sacrifice and redemption, love and lust and hate. But I wanted the loving to come slowly… to develop in a situation and place that wouldn't make sense to most people. After all, we often find love in the least expected place.
And I have to say: being sold as a breeder on a space station owned by an intergalactic company that specializes in Earth women is a pretty damn unlikely situation in which to find the man of your dreams.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“I’m ready to mate,” said the Earth woman Samantha.
Dredge froze, his body only halfway through the portal to their room.
Samantha was standing at the transparent wall, gazing out at the stars. “I said I’m ready,” she repeated, not turning around to face him.
Dredge fully entered the room, mindful to press his palm to the wall and lock them in. HIs heart pounded in his chest. “What changed your mind?”
Samantha stiffened. A long span of time passed with neither of them saying anything. Finally, she gestured to the bed. “Reading.”
A smile began to form on Dredge’s face, but he stopped it. His plan had worked. Exposing the Earth woman to his world, letting her explore for herself the history of his people had made her sympathetic to their plight. He knew it would. Samantha was a good lifeform, kind. He knew she would acquiesce. And good timing, too, for the healer in the medical bay had given him some distressing news. But now was not the time to think of such things.
He unfastened the top button of his jumpsuit. “Would you prefer the bed or standing?”
When she stayed at the window and said nothing, Dredge stopped working at his buttons, his brows furrowed. He walked across the room and picked up the guidebook, thumbing to the appropriate chapter.
“There are over 125 standard positions we can try,” he said looking up from the book, his eyes hopeful.
Still saying nothing, Samantha walked to the bed and slid beneath the covers. After some tense, awkward movements, she extracted her dress and tossed it into the floor.
“Just come here,” she said.
Dredge frowned. He was pleased that she had finally agreed to mate but this . . . this wasn’t what he wanted. He knew better than to hope for enthusiasm; after all, she had made it very clear that she did not want to be at the Hub, and mentioning his ownership over her was guaranteed to throw her into a rage.
He resigned himself to the forthcoming lackluster experience. He’d never mated before, and he did not have high hopes for enjoying what was about to occur.
He moved the books from the bed and slid under the blanket as well. They both lay on their backs studying the ceiling. Dredge felt tense, awkward. He had read about human mating at great length, but now that the time had come to transition from theory to practice, he felt woefully unprepared.
“You can start now,” Samantha said.
Dredge rolled onto his side to look at her. “What do you want me to do?”
“Just . . . do it. Come inside me, and then it’s done.”
“You mean ejaculate?”
Samantha sucked in a sharp breath. “Yes.”
Dredge flopped back onto the bed, lifting the covers to look at his penis. It was flaccid.
“I do not think my body is prepared,” he said regretfully.
“Well, do what you need to do to make it, you know . . .”
“This feels very disconnected, Samantha. I do not like it”
“Neither do I. But I agreed to do this, didn’t I? To help you fulfill your duty?”
“Is that all this will be for you?” Dredge asked quietly. “The fulfillment of duty?”
“What else would it be?”
Dredge tried not to feel morose at the tone of her voice. He licked his palm at set to work stroking himself. The organ had never been used for anything other than voiding, and at the slightest touch of his hand, it began to stiffen.
When his body was ready, he turned back to Samantha. “I am prepared.”
“Good. Let’s get this over with.”
Another twinge in his heart. “You never told me your preference.”
With a frustrated sigh, she grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him down on top of her. “Like this.”
His body was much longer than hers, and it took some adjusting to get their sex organs aligned. When things were finally all in their proper place, he reached down to guide himself to her entrance. His fingers slid into her cleft and . . . he paused. There was no wetness there.
“Are you not aroused, Samantha?”
“No. I can literally think of nothing less arousing than this exact moment.”
“This won’t do,” said Dredge pulling away from her. He remembered preparing his own body and the way he had used the moisture from his mouth to make striking himself a more productive exercise. “May I help you become prepared?”
Samantha turned her head and stared out at the starfield. “Just hurry up.”
Dredge slid down, his mouth hovering above her pubic mound.