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Heroine: Drusilla Tallow – Witch, On Parole
Hero: Falcon Cherrywood – Angel, Parolee
Drusilla 'Tally' Tallows almost caused an apocalypse in How to Marry a Warlock in 10 Days. Even though her little lamia problem has been fixed, she is still feared by nearly everyone in the magical community. Particularly the warlocks. No one wants to play with Tally's witchy bits… because they used to devour men.
But, while at Middy's wedding, Falcon Cherrywood proves he's not afraid of what Tally has underneath her skirt. Or, he would have, if he hadn't drank too much and passed out between said witchy bits. Tally isn't about to let one, or, okay, two or three, embarrassing encounters with Falcon stop her from getting what she's always wanted though.
Since she was a witch-in-training at the Academy, Tally has had a crush on Falcon. A crush that has so far been woefully unrequited. Because Falcon is… oblivious… but well intentioned. He's afraid of falling in love, of becoming like his father. And now that he's been given the job of Cupid, he's going to have to learn to love.
Tally, with her tough exterior and soft center, deserves to be loved. After a string of worthless guys, using sex to try to get affection, she's finally finding her self worth. And she's set her sights on the one warlock who's always been there for her.
It shouldn't be too hard to make Falcon fall in love with her, right? There's only his fear of love, meddling exes, a gypsy curse, her demon parole officer, and - you know - a new apocalypse on the horizon. No big deal.
How to Seduce an Angel in 10 Days is sexy with a dash or two of silly. The world Miz DeWylde has created is hilariously imaginative and colorful. So freaking funny. Any story that can combine romance with whimsy and make me laugh my butt off, well, it's golden in my book! I can't wait to see whose book is next. (I'm hoping for either Tristan Belledaire, aka Death, or Emilian, the gypsy prince.)
“I wanted you to be my first.”
”Your first what?”
”Merlin’s balls!” she swore. “I was naked in your bed Falcon. What other first could I possibly be referring to?” Tally felt incredibly stupid now for being as upset as she’d been the next morning that he’d only come into the room and passed out next to her.
Falcon’s eyes widened and then he laughed.
She wished she had more Jack. “I’m glad my teen angst amuses you. I should have made you promise not to laugh, too.” Tally scowled.
”Sweetheart,” he drawled, no longer laughing, his gaze burning hot over her body again. “That was one of the most torturous night of my life.”
Thoughts While Reading:
2.0% - "Middy & her cat litter curse. Gets me every time. Lol"
23.0% - "Beer shits? OMG Falcon, you smooth operator."