How to Marry a Warlock in 10 Days (10 Days #2)

Got Warlock?
Middy Cherrywood does. She’s got more warlock than she can hex with Dred Shadowins. He isn’t just a billionaire playboy and Weekly Warlock centerfold. He’s a spy for the High Chancellor, and he convinces Middy to pose as his fian

Got Warlock?
Middy Cherrywood does. She’s got more warlock than she can hex with Dred Shadowins. He isn’t just a billionaire playboy and Weekly Warlock centerfold. He’s a spy for the High Chancellor, and he convinces Middy to pose as his fiancée for his latest mission. Too bad no one told his mother before she slipped Middy a potion that will make their sham engagement all too real in just ten days.
Dred Shadowins already has his hands full with cursed objects, possessed nuns, and dreams where Merlin makes him pay for taking his name in vain by relating his sexcapades with Nimue. But by the end of the mission, he’s convinced his most difficult challenge is the hero’s cape Middy’s draped over his shoulders. Because he wants nothing more than to give her the one thing he may not be capable of providing: Happily Ever After.


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Midnight Cherrywood was stuck with an unfortunate nickname while she attended Academy as young witchling—Cherry-would-if-she-could. The person responsible for giving her that moniker? Mordred Shadowins. As is often the case with childhood crushes, Dred was covering up his true feelings for Middy by constantly picking on her. Fast forward more than a few years, and Dred now needs Middy’s help to solve a black magic mystery... and when Middy agrees, well, she gets to turn t

Midnight Cherrywood was stuck with an unfortunate nickname while she attended Academy as young witchling—Cherry-would-if-she-could. The person responsible for giving her that moniker? Mordred Shadowins. As is often the case with childhood crushes, Dred was covering up his true feelings for Middy by constantly picking on her. Fast forward more than a few years, and Dred now needs Middy’s help to solve a black magic mystery... and when Middy agrees, well, she gets to turn the tables on the wily warlock and give him his just desserts.

Middy is a snarky delight. She starts out innocent, with a penchant to please, but after spending some time with Dred, she quickly looses her brain-to-mouth filter. And, as he is the staring man of her self-love sessions, she decides early on to loose something else to him. Yes, Middy is a virgin heroine, who is initiated into the joys of carnal bliss quite enthusiastically but, thankfully for me, I like that. If you’re going to finally give it up, it might as well be in spectacular, mind-blowing fashion.

Which is just what she gets from Dred. Who, I must say, is not dreadful at all. He is a charming, charismatic, Viking-esque sex god, with a wicked tongue (verbally as well as... you know). He also has an air of danger and disrepute that pretty much means he is panty kryptonite. (Dred can magic my panties on or off anytime. Just sayin’.) But there is more to him than meets the eye and he has a protective streak that’s a mile long... and a particular weakness for our sassy heroine.

Together, these two make my face hurt from smiling so much. When Middy started to laugh at Dred, after shooting a cranberry into his eye, and the more he glared - the more she laughed... I knew me and How to Marry a Warlock in 10 Days would get along just fine. My sense of humor and the author’s were a glorious match. So many times I caught myself thinking, ’That is ridiculous.’ As in, ridiculously hilarious. And please keep it coming.

This book really hits you with the funny right out of the gate. And it’s done in such a creative and imaginative way—the things the characters say are so off-the-wall and colorful and fit the world to a T. It did peter off a bit towards the end, but it was replaced with drama and other goodness, so I didn’t mind.

Because sometimes we need a good cry, and then there are times when we need smiles and outright laughter. This book gives you the latter in spades and even gave the former in a small doses toward the end.

Around 58% in, Chapter 16 specifically, things did get a tad confusing since I haven't read How to Loose a Demon in 10 Days. The characters from the first book pop in and start to meddle in Middy and Dred’s lives and it made the flow halt a smidge. But it also served to make me want to read Demon and get to know Caspian, Grace, and little Sera better... So, it wasn’t a big negative or anything.

The other secondary characters were great too. Everyone in this book brings the funny. I especially loved Dred's meddling mother, Aradia—because, really, with a son like Dred, Aradia would have to have a good sense of humor. It wouldn’t be easy to know all of your friends (and the rest of the witch population) have seen your son’s naked bits in Warlock Weekly.

Which, can I just say, I’d give my eyeteeth for a copy of! The mental images that dirty, naughty magazine gave me... Oh, boy. Women would pay good money for that to be a reality!

How to Wed a Warlock in 10 Days is a magical love story filled with droll humor and more than a dash of whimsy. Miz DeWylde has written a world that manages to be both sexy and silly—and I look forward to coming back to visit it often. I can’t wait to see what kind of mischief Raven, Middy’s eldest brother, causes in the next one, How To Seduce an Angel in 10 Days.

Favorite Quote:

“I thought all men, warlock and mortal alike, were eager to be first and last. Kind of like how cats feel they need to be the first one to mark the litter box.”

”Midnight! You’re virginity should not be compared to cat litter.” He sounded like a scandalized grandmother.

"He knew he was dreaming because when he became aware of himself, he was skipping. Dark warlocks, master spies, and Dred Shadowins in particular, did not skip."

"He knew he was dreaming because when he became aware of himself, he was skipping. Dark warlocks, master spies, and Dred Shadowins in particular, did not skip."

“You’re full of unicorn piss.”
“Don’t forget vinegar.”

That’s like asking if they make Girl Scout cookies out of real Girl Scouts.”
“Don’t they?”

Sorry, Midnight.” She was still smirking. “But those brothers of yours are Cougar Bait.”