Free Strum: virgin captive of the billionaire demon rock star monster (The Squirm Files) by Cari Silverwood Page A

Necrosexi-texmexicon. Sparks sprayed from his mouth. The book wriggled loose from his jaws and shot away. It bashed a hole in a wall that hadn’t been there before, but was apparently the boundary of this story’s setting, and vanished. Mr. T. lumbered after it, smashing an even bigger tear in the wall as he exited.
    “Well. This is interesting. And can’t be real.” She rubbed her eyes.
    But Zagan was nearby and had been watching the distant battle. Alongside him stood Crush and Bob. He pointed to the other side of the field, a mile or more away, where there was a purple flickering dome of electricity. From the purple dome walked forth a man. She knew him in an instant. Karl.
    Karl Thulhu.
    And she remembered everything . He was a possessive man cross tentacle monster. She distinctly recalled a long, detailed statement that ended with him saying mine, over and over, even if he hadn’t wanted her china animal collection.
    Oh my.
    Awkward.
    “ The Necrosexi-texmexicon did it!” Zagan yelled to her. “It’s made the portal and Karl is back. You stay there. I’ll go meet him and explain everything.”
    Her knees wobblified again and she had to kneel among the poppies – that or fall over. Not good. Maybe this was all a dream? An opium dream? One could hope. Either that or she was going to have to explain to Karl how she’d had sex with a demon.
    How was she going to choose between these two lovers? Th ey both had places in her heart and, she supposed, elsewhere, considering where all those tentacles and that tail had been.
    She didn’t even have a coin on her to flip.
    Decisions, decisions.
     

Chapter 11
    “Okay, here we are. To the left is your typical battle scene. Do try not to step on the innards or you’ll have to wash your feet when we leave.” Prudence Prim ha d arrived with what looked like a baby dwarf hippo trotting at her heels.
    Virginia squinted as they waltzed from the jungle with Prudence pointing out things of note like dead people and sizzling left-over rockets. What were they up to? The little group of tourists, mostly men, were happily taking pictures of everything from pools of blood to what looked suspiciously like a dead bookling hanging from a tree branch. She growled, wanting to smack the guy in the head.
    “It’s you!” Prudence said brightly as she wandered over. The little hippo squealed as it hurried to keep up. “Oh dear, whatever are you wearing?” She waggled a ruler in Virginia’s direction. “Is that skin? You can’t do that, dear. Not here, in a story, that’s like, being seen by the general public.”
    What? There were dead people, or something...Virginia wasn’t sure what as she hadn’t looked closely...only two yards behind Prudence. The woman had even stepped over a puddle of blood to get here.
    “ You brought them. And it is an erotic story.”
    “Doesn’t matter. It’s a brand new rule. Like one-second new. Look, I’ll check with administration.” Then she bent down and whispered to the hippo. The critter snuffled into her ear and she nodded, plainly believing it was saying something. She straightened. “There. Told you it was a rule.”
    Hell. Was this for real? If the attendants could make up the rules like this, she was about to be shafted.
    Without asking, Prudence poked at the skirt.
    “Ahem.” Virginia scowled and edged backward. Invasion of privacy, or what? “Aren’t you supposed to be shepherding those people?”
    “They’re all having fun . And being law-abiding. But you....ooooh. That skirt is just on the edge of disgraceful. I may have to cite you. You simply cannot expose that much skin. Do you even have panties on?”
    She folded her arms, p repared to stand her ground and wedge a book up Prudence’s hoohah if she did one more poke. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
    “ The horror!” She shuddered. “You must be joking?”
    Crush sneaked up behind her and tapped Prudence’s shoulder. She spun around.
    “You! Darling man. Have you been a