That Time I Got Drunk and Yeeted a Love Potion at a Werewolf

That Time I Got Drunk and Yeeted a Love Potion at a Werewolf (2022) Kimberly Lemming (Mead Mishaps)

This series is very very silly.

Very VERY silly.

And full of boinking.

SO much boinking.

A few minutes and a smoke free kitchen later, I returned with fresh coffee and a plate of grilled cheese sandwiches. Not the fanciest breakfast, but it got the job done in a pinch. Cooking wasn’t normally something I enjoyed, anyway. So the simple dish had its merits, in my opinion. “OK, so I hope you like- WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES?”

In my brief absence, Felix had returned to his human form. His very naked human form. He still donned my frilly green apron, but nothing else.

It’s also got great world building and fantastic characters, which is why I’m reading it.

Brie is hanging out with her friends when she accidentally throws a love potion at a werewolf.

“Oh, don’t you patronize me! Are you out of love yet?”

“We should add rocking chairs to the front porch so we can watch the sunset together every evening. How do you feel about the name Rowan? That’s our first son.

This is a problem because he is a very handsome werewolf to whom Brie finds herself attracted.

“He’s under a spell, so that’s dubious consent, at best.”

There is a LOT of omega-shifter stuff in this story, which luckily I was able to gloss over to get back to the bits about breaking the spell and destroying the incel cult making love potions.

ALSO, there were many kinds of rep:

Physical touch wasn’t something I particularly enjoyed. Looking back, I could think of at least one or two instances where my aversion to physical affection caused a rift between a lover or a friend.

I sighed in relief at not having to deal with any other social interactions. No more people for tonight, thank you.

So not for everyone, but also delightful!

Rating: 7/10

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