How to Get a Girlfriend (When You're a Terrifying Monster) (Monster Girlfriend, #1)

by Marie Cardno

And— Sian forced herself to stare at an undulating length of the landscape and clenched her fists. And she was really hot. She was pretty sure inhabitants

well – here she was. Getting the hots for a creature from another dimension.

she was all wired up and later she’d have to come up with an excuse not to let Jonesy transcribe her failing to flirt with an other-dimensional being. Fan-fucking-tastic.

Trillin wasn’t entirely sure what alluring meant, but she suspected it was a big part of being girlfriend material.

It wasn’t food. It wasn’t just any human. It was her human!

A new, unpleasant sensation stabbed through her. Why had she made herself so big? Maybe if she’d been as small as the … cute … thing, Sian would—

“What happened?” Sian gasped from on top of her. On top of her.

She should run, she should— But it's Trillin, she saved me—

“No!” Sian burst out, but it was too late. The creature was gone. She dropped to her knees, lungs burning. No. Not the creature. Trillin. Trillin was gone.

“You didn’t see anything else come through the portal, did you, Miss Finial?” Sian’s pack rustled slightly. “Nope.”

So much for sinking her body against Trillin’s, tasting her violet lips and finding out what those tentacles were capable of…

Like someone had mashed together a bunny and a cat, and a loaf of bread, but in a cute way, not a gross way.

But that couldn’t be Trillin. That wouldn't happen to her. Because Sian would never be a part of the Endless. Sian was hers.

Just no luck looking at Trillin without her brain trying to crawl out of her ears. No luck being a good host, either, even without the screaming. Forget kissing her, even though kissing Trillin was always on Sian’s mind;

Sian had to find a way to make this world safe for her. She had to. It wasn’t just about kissing. She couldn’t reward Trillin giving up her whole life by trapping her in a world where she couldn’t even go outside without causing a riot.

“I won’t eat you.” Trillin’s voice was so sincere, so earnest, that Sian had to bite back a burst of giggles. “I know how to, now, but I won’t. I want you to know that.” “I think that’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever told me.”

One of her classmates in second year had either discovered she had mermaid heritage or been eaten by a mermaid; either way, she’d disappeared,