You might recognise the title That Time I Got Drunk And Yeeted A Love Potion At A Werewolf from viral tweets and short think-pieces decrying it as the death of literature (*eye roll*). It’s silly, yes, but I knew as soon as I saw it that I wanted to read it. Even though fantasy/paranormal romance isn’t normally My Thing, I thought it looked fun and like it didn’t take itself too seriously.
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Unfortunately, I didn’t realise until after I got my hands on a copy that That Time I Got Drunk And Yeeted A Love Potion At A Werewolf is actually the second book in the Mead & Mishaps series. Given what a hard time I had finding it to begin with, though, I didn’t want to wait until I found a copy of the first and read that too, so I went in blind.
Oh, and I know this is important to some readers in this genre, so I’ll mention it here: it has a map in the front. Personally, I don’t care that much about the geography of a story and I didn’t refer back to it once, but whatever.
Anyway, That Time I Got Drunk And Yeeted A Love Potion At A Werewolf begins exactly where the title suggests. The heroine, Brie, is drinking with friends at a bar when an unwelcome would-be suitor attempts to goad her into drinking from a cup spiked with love potion. Rather than succumb to his overtures, Brie tells him to piss off and chucks the love potion – only to have it land right on Felix’s head.
Felix falls instantly in love with her. He tells her that they are “fated mates” and he has “imprinted” on her. He also happens to be a werewolf.
There’s a lot of telling (as opposed to showing) in That Time I Got Drunk And Yeeted A Love Potion At A Werewolf, which might explain why it’s so short, despite the complex world and wide cast of supernatural characters. Lemming takes a lot of short cuts with the exposition to get us straight to the good stuff.
It’s also a little bit earnest, and clearly written for a very specific Type of reader. The heroine likes to crochet and knit and read romance books. The hero does chores around the house to win her over, and offers to act out the steamy scenes from her romance books with her. She makes cheese for a living, he’s lactose intolerant. You get my drift?
All that said, That Time I Got Drunk And Yeeted A Love Potion At A Werewolf isn’t as cozy as you’d might expect with the insta-love and the cottage farming lifestyle. There’s some very explicit sex (including, inexplicably, tentacles at one point) and a fair bit of mortal peril. Ghouls emerge from the woods to kidnap women in the night, and Felix is only too happy to rip the arms off a few beasts to keep his “true love” safe.
A level of familiarity with fantasy worlds and paranormal creatures would definitely enhance your reading experience and appreciation of the story (or, failing that, having simply read the first book in the series before picking up the second). I doubt this one is destined for the canon, but it’s good fun and occasionally quite delightful. It’s definitely not the sign of the end times that a bunch of literary snobs claimed it to be.
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My favourite Amazon reviews of That Time I Got Drunk And Yeeted A Love Potion At A Werewolf:
- “I was enjoying the books – snappy dialogue, funny moments, etc., but then, DEMON TENTACLES. Did two book drafts get dropped in the blender?!? That makes NO sense!” – Abby Martin
- “The plot kinda went off the rails a bit but was saved by a snarky talking sword” – AR Shaw
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