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Oh, he’d gotten the, “We’ve noticed how you look at girls, here’s a condom, don’t get anyone pregnant” talk when he was thirteen, but that was small potatoes compared to the talk every man in his family got at twenty. That Talk was a Very Big Potato.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWhich was why his dad’s nonchalance surprised him. When Axel came through the front door, his dad simply waved the same distant hello as usual, then went back to the kitchen sink, cleaning the last dishes from the birthday party Axel had been called away from—not that anyone blamed him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWhen you made a hobby of running toward fires, you had to go when the fire summoned you.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Can I clean up a bit first?” Axel said. He still smelled like smoke from the night’s job.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHis dad waved again, and Axel went downstairs. He’d left his gear in his locker at the firehouse, but despite the hours spent cleaning the gear and tools, the scent and soot of his work still lingered. He was always vigilant about maintaining his gear, as much to preserve its reliability as to fend off the inevitable carcinogens he’d encounter; he was just as vigilant about his own body, and so he took a long shower to fend off the rest. It was an irony, he reflected, that so many firefighters spent their lives saving others, only to be killed by their own work, either in a fire or the slow cancer resulting from the things that burned around them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThen he chuckled darkly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eGiven what his father was about to say, he was not likely to die of cancer. Few of the Radcliffs ever died in such mundane ways.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWhen he came back upstairs, his father greeted him by cracking open a beer. He wasn’t even twenty-one yet, but he recognized the beer, one that only emerged on serious occasions. The brew was based on one his grandfather had brought back from overseas.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWell, “overseas” was only loosely correct. The bottle was a recycled original, and its label was in a language he’d never seen on this earth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Damn, that’s good beer!” Axel exclaimed after his first swig.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“There’s a reason your grandfather founded his microbrewery once he came back,” his father said, taking his own as they flopped onto the living room couch. “Glad one of your grandmothers knew how to make this stuff.” (Grandpa had a lot of adventures.) “If you’re lucky enough to survive whatever’s coming, you’ll inherit the recipe, too. For now, though, you get this.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eOn the coffee table before them was positioned a thin, hard-shelled carrying case that resembled the ones Axel used to transport his wargaming miniatures. His father clicked it open with all the slow pride of an uber nerd about to show off an unholy amount of money spent on plastic and paint.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Axel, meet Mel.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe case did not contain painted miniatures.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt contained a whole-ass M4 carbine, fully assembled and maintained to such perfection that it looked fresh off the production line, but Axel knew that wasn’t true. First off, because there was a sparkling pink cat head on its grip that had likely been slapped on as a joke. Second because, if the family stories were true—and \u003ci\u003eall\u003c\/i\u003e the family stories were true—that thing had already delivered some top-quality dakkas.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWorld War III had been in progress before Mel and his father had gone to fight.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWorld War III was no longer in progress.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“I’d hoped to present her to you at the party last night, but well …”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Duty called.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“As it does. And given how often duty called you even before your birthday, I thought I should equip you sooner rather than later.” He lifted the carbine from the case and extended it toward his son, like a blessing. “Axel Hunter Radcliff, if she’ll have you, she’s yours. Take her.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003ci\u003eIf she’ll have you.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThat was the key, and why every man in the family trained. Because there was no way of knowing who Mel would choose until …\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel braced his muscles to accept the heirloom. He hadn’t even fully gripped it when the weapon began to glow. Little streamers of sparkling light whipped off its form and then came back to envelop it, like some over-the-top magical girl transformation sequence, but with a badass gun. When the magical ribbons finished encasing it, its shape changed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIts protruding bits withdrew into the main length of the gun, which then stretched out and back in a curve, except for one glob of light. This separated and hovered before him, stretching into a rectangle—no, a cylinder with a strap—which then zipped around to his back. In front, he could see additional details working into the piece still in his hands. Multiple layers of cables slipped around what looked like pulley wheels on each end of the elaborate curve. A final whip of luminescence encased his forearm and hand in the shape of an archery gauntlet, and when the light flashed away into a rain of sparkles, Axel’s suspicion was confirmed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eResting in his hands was a shining silver compound bow, complete with that weird little cat head on the grip.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Huh,” Axel mused. “That’s … not what I expected.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You were expecting \u003ci\u003eanything\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Dad, it’s hard to have a family history like ours and \u003ci\u003enot\u003c\/i\u003e expect some kind of weirdness. Granted, I didn’t expect the transforming anime weapon, but once I saw what it was doing, I didn’t expect a bow, either.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“That ‘transforming anime weapon’ is formally called The Arsenal, and it adapts to the user. It’s been passed down through our family for generations.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Oh! So the ‘Mel’ grandfather used was the same as your carbine, and the same as my bow? I thought it was just the name that got passed down.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHis father shook his head. “Nope, it’s both.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Why’d grandpa get a whole \u003ci\u003etank\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Different time, different place, \u003ci\u003every \u003c\/i\u003edifferent threat.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Where’s the name Mel come from, anyway?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Actually … I don’t think even your grandpa remembers. We’ve always called her Mel, as far as I know.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel positioned Mel in his hands and tested its stability and tension, then drew an arrow from the quiver that had materialized on his back.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Not in the house,” his father said. “We’ll never hear the end of it if you blow up your mom’s new couch. Let’s take it outside to the range.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\" align=\"center\" style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e***\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“The Range” was a bit of a misnomer. Oh, there was definitely a shooting range in their backyard, both for firearms and bows. But there was also a variety of obstacle courses, such that anyone flying over might mistake it for a little boot camp, were it not for the children’s playground positioned on the other side of the house. Even that was an intense, elaborate structure, meant to teach its users to fall down hard and get up quick.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eBoth were necessary skills in the Radcliff family.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel went to his favorite spot on the archery range, put his beer down, and nocked an arrow to his new bow. He was amazed at how familiar it felt, like he’d been using this very bow since he’d picked up the sport.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Our family has a great destiny, son,” his father said, creaking down into a nearby lawn chair.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“I’m aware of that. Hard to miss when your grandpa’s sucked into a war in another world and your dad fought off the elder gods.” (World War III had been complicated.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“It goes back further than that. And it’s stranger than you realize.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“But isn’t the short of it that we’re all called on to be heroes?” Axel asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt was one of the reasons he’d been given a name like Axel Hunter Radcliff, in fact. One only had to pay half-attention while growing up to realize that, at least once in a generation, someone in his family earned a place in a history book somewhere, and like hell were any of them going to go down in history with names like John Smith or Chris Jones. His father had lucked out with the normal-sounding name of Byron, but most Radcliffs had names that sounded like they’d been pulled from old pulp adventures—and were expected to live up to them whether they were that generation’s Chosen One or not.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAnd so Axel had prepared as best he could.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt was not as simple a task as it sounded.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eChosen Ones were an immutable fact in his family, but there were few ways of knowing what the One was Chosen \u003ci\u003efor\u003c\/i\u003e, which meant the best approach was a well-rounded one.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eMost of the family heroes benefited from physicality, so he’d participated in every sport he could when he was in school. Competitive archery was the only one he’d pursued after high school, but that was primarily because his work in the family landscaping business met a lot of his exercise demands. (After defeating the elder gods, his dad had wanted to do something low-key.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel didn’t find the job all that fulfilling, though, which was where volunteer firefighting came in. He’d never considered taking the career route, because like most jobs that were essential to the functioning of society, the pay was shit—but it allowed him to both test his limits and, more importantly, to do something meaningful. Heroic, even. Plus, he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the surge of adrenaline that flooded his veins every time the alert came. He didn’t wish fires on anyone, of course, but the joy he felt facing them was real—and specifically, the joy of taming such a volatile force.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt was like conquering a part of nature itself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAnd the money he made off posing for the yearly firefighter calendar wasn’t bad, either.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHe let the arrow fly. The cable thumped against his gauntlet with a powerful crack, and the arrow pierced its target with a near-silent swish. A good shot, but mundane otherwise. No magical sparkles or anything. He prepared another.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“We’re all called to be heroes,” Byron Radcliff continued, “but we’ve never told you the full story, nor what it means for each generation’s Chosen hero.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel let the arrow fly. It landed, again a good shot, but again mundane.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHe suspected he knew more than his father thought—after all, kids picked up a lot when the adults thought they weren’t listening—but he also knew his father wanted to tell the story. He’d probably been looking forward to this for years, and so Axel returned to his beer and took the seat next to his dad.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“It’s not that we’re called to be heroes, like some holy vocation. It’s that we get summoned, and we have no choice in the matter. And we have to make it work, because if we don’t, awful things can happen. Whatever you’re chosen for, you’re not destined to win. You’ll need to make clever use of the resources available to you. Mel, for one, and … let’s call it your support staff.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe way his father said it suggested there was more to the phrase than allies. Namely, the way his eyebrows raised.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Some Radcliffs are sucked into conflicts around our world, but not all. Your grandfather was one such exception, summoned to another world to fight a demon king and his four generals. It was a fantastic situation to say the least, but the thing that got him through it was not his weapon, but his \u003ci\u003eharem\u003c\/i\u003e.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel had just taken a swig of beer, and now it shot up through his nose.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Did you just say \u003ci\u003eharem\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You know the phrase ‘Behind every great man is a great woman’? Well, when you’re in extreme situations, having more can help.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Wait, so … that was an intentional, organized thing? It wasn’t just that grandpa slept around with a bunch of women on his adventure?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Oh, he slept around for sure. But mainly with women who brought some kind of skill to his cause. They were his support as much as his lovers.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Even the crazy cat lady?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe crazy cat lady was the only one Axel had ever heard described in any detail, and now that he thought of it, something else about her was odd. Namely, that she’d never been described as having any cats. And given what kind of world she’d come from …\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Was one of my grandmas secretly a catgirl?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eByron shrugged and took another swig of beer. “She certainly had … cat in some form. But that’s not my point. My point is that he’s not the first Radcliff to succeed because of his harem.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You, too? Then why do I only have one mom?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Because after the elder god thing was over, she was the one I chose. You don’t have to marry them all. You just need to build a harem that helps you win the day.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“How will I know what my challenge is, then? What kind of skills I need to gather?” Axel asked urgently. This complicated things. More than his father realized. “Dad, I’ve always avoided getting a girlfriend because I didn’t want to endanger her. I don’t know how to flirt!”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You’re a firefighter. Just take your shirt off and they’ll come.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“That’s not my point. Have you seen the size of my wargaming collection? No girl I bring to my parents’ basement is going to see that and want to stay with me.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“She will if she’s cool.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Oh god, I live in my parents’ basement, too!”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHis father set his beer aside and looked him dead in the eyes. “Axel. The only reason we didn’t tell you this before is because we didn’t want your hormonal teenage self to take advantage of it. Your mother and I have, in fact, soundproofed the basement in anticipation of this day, so that you can freely get up to wargaming or … not. Whatever it takes to build your harem and save the world.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel froze with his beer halfway to his mouth. 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Published by Spice Rack Press.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAbout this premium PAPERBACK:\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cb id=\"docs-internal-guid-983566d7-7fff-a834-4b88-3fed374d99ad\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThis is an unsigned premium paperback, printed on demand just for you!\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePrefer a different format? \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/store.holowriting.com\/pages\/monster-girl-tamer\"\u003eClick here.\u003c\/a\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/edieskye.com\/book\/blood-knight\/\"\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"short-description std\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"two-thirds first genesis-author-pro-book-description\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eA red hot, fiery demon girl. A goblin girl obsessed with wood. An oni girl who loves to grip a big sword. And they’re going to help him save the world … \u003cem\u003ehow\u003c\/em\u003e?\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAxel Hunter Radcliff has trained his whole life to be a hero. Once every generation, someone in his family is called upon to be a Chosen One, and Axel’s prepared himself extensively, just in case it’s him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHe just wasn’t prepared for the portal.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eNow he’s in another world brimming with dangerous monsters beneath a sky full of magic portals … and with no idea what he’s been summoned to do. All he knows is that every Chosen Radcliff has been aided by a support staff of skilled women: a \u003cem\u003etactical harem\u003c\/em\u003e.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eWhen mysterious monster girls start wreaking havoc in this new world, Axel is ready to answer the call. He’ll have to draw upon insight borne from every tabletop RPG he’s played and every harem novel he’s read to face them, because these are either the women he’s destined to gather … or the force he’s been summoned to stop.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eEither way, these monster girls need to be \u003cem\u003etamed\u003c\/em\u003e!\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eWARNING: \u003cem\u003eMonster Girl Tamer\u003c\/em\u003e is a fun LitRPG fantasy adventure with a healthy side of heat: sensuous demons, lustful goblins, voluptuous oni, and saucy language to match. (So don’t read it and then complain about the spice. 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Oh, he’d gotten the, “We’ve noticed how you look at girls, here’s a condom, don’t get anyone pregnant” talk when he was thirteen, but that was small potatoes compared to the talk every man in his family got at twenty. That Talk was a Very Big Potato.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWhich was why his dad’s nonchalance surprised him. When Axel came through the front door, his dad simply waved the same distant hello as usual, then went back to the kitchen sink, cleaning the last dishes from the birthday party Axel had been called away from—not that anyone blamed him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWhen you made a hobby of running toward fires, you had to go when the fire summoned you.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Can I clean up a bit first?” Axel said. He still smelled like smoke from the night’s job.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHis dad waved again, and Axel went downstairs. He’d left his gear in his locker at the firehouse, but despite the hours spent cleaning the gear and tools, the scent and soot of his work still lingered. He was always vigilant about maintaining his gear, as much to preserve its reliability as to fend off the inevitable carcinogens he’d encounter; he was just as vigilant about his own body, and so he took a long shower to fend off the rest. It was an irony, he reflected, that so many firefighters spent their lives saving others, only to be killed by their own work, either in a fire or the slow cancer resulting from the things that burned around them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThen he chuckled darkly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eGiven what his father was about to say, he was not likely to die of cancer. Few of the Radcliffs ever died in such mundane ways.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWhen he came back upstairs, his father greeted him by cracking open a beer. He wasn’t even twenty-one yet, but he recognized the beer, one that only emerged on serious occasions. The brew was based on one his grandfather had brought back from overseas.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWell, “overseas” was only loosely correct. The bottle was a recycled original, and its label was in a language he’d never seen on this earth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Damn, that’s good beer!” Axel exclaimed after his first swig.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“There’s a reason your grandfather founded his microbrewery once he came back,” his father said, taking his own as they flopped onto the living room couch. “Glad one of your grandmothers knew how to make this stuff.” (Grandpa had a lot of adventures.) “If you’re lucky enough to survive whatever’s coming, you’ll inherit the recipe, too. For now, though, you get this.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eOn the coffee table before them was positioned a thin, hard-shelled carrying case that resembled the ones Axel used to transport his wargaming miniatures. His father clicked it open with all the slow pride of an uber nerd about to show off an unholy amount of money spent on plastic and paint.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Axel, meet Mel.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe case did not contain painted miniatures.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt contained a whole-ass M4 carbine, fully assembled and maintained to such perfection that it looked fresh off the production line, but Axel knew that wasn’t true. First off, because there was a sparkling pink cat head on its grip that had likely been slapped on as a joke. Second because, if the family stories were true—and \u003ci\u003eall\u003c\/i\u003e the family stories were true—that thing had already delivered some top-quality dakkas.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWorld War III had been in progress before Mel and his father had gone to fight.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWorld War III was no longer in progress.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“I’d hoped to present her to you at the party last night, but well …”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Duty called.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“As it does. And given how often duty called you even before your birthday, I thought I should equip you sooner rather than later.” He lifted the carbine from the case and extended it toward his son, like a blessing. “Axel Hunter Radcliff, if she’ll have you, she’s yours. Take her.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003ci\u003eIf she’ll have you.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThat was the key, and why every man in the family trained. Because there was no way of knowing who Mel would choose until …\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel braced his muscles to accept the heirloom. He hadn’t even fully gripped it when the weapon began to glow. Little streamers of sparkling light whipped off its form and then came back to envelop it, like some over-the-top magical girl transformation sequence, but with a badass gun. When the magical ribbons finished encasing it, its shape changed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIts protruding bits withdrew into the main length of the gun, which then stretched out and back in a curve, except for one glob of light. This separated and hovered before him, stretching into a rectangle—no, a cylinder with a strap—which then zipped around to his back. In front, he could see additional details working into the piece still in his hands. Multiple layers of cables slipped around what looked like pulley wheels on each end of the elaborate curve. A final whip of luminescence encased his forearm and hand in the shape of an archery gauntlet, and when the light flashed away into a rain of sparkles, Axel’s suspicion was confirmed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eResting in his hands was a shining silver compound bow, complete with that weird little cat head on the grip.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Huh,” Axel mused. “That’s … not what I expected.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You were expecting \u003ci\u003eanything\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Dad, it’s hard to have a family history like ours and \u003ci\u003enot\u003c\/i\u003e expect some kind of weirdness. Granted, I didn’t expect the transforming anime weapon, but once I saw what it was doing, I didn’t expect a bow, either.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“That ‘transforming anime weapon’ is formally called The Arsenal, and it adapts to the user. It’s been passed down through our family for generations.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Oh! So the ‘Mel’ grandfather used was the same as your carbine, and the same as my bow? I thought it was just the name that got passed down.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHis father shook his head. “Nope, it’s both.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Why’d grandpa get a whole \u003ci\u003etank\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Different time, different place, \u003ci\u003every \u003c\/i\u003edifferent threat.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Where’s the name Mel come from, anyway?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Actually … I don’t think even your grandpa remembers. We’ve always called her Mel, as far as I know.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel positioned Mel in his hands and tested its stability and tension, then drew an arrow from the quiver that had materialized on his back.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Not in the house,” his father said. “We’ll never hear the end of it if you blow up your mom’s new couch. Let’s take it outside to the range.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\" align=\"center\" style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e***\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“The Range” was a bit of a misnomer. Oh, there was definitely a shooting range in their backyard, both for firearms and bows. But there was also a variety of obstacle courses, such that anyone flying over might mistake it for a little boot camp, were it not for the children’s playground positioned on the other side of the house. Even that was an intense, elaborate structure, meant to teach its users to fall down hard and get up quick.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eBoth were necessary skills in the Radcliff family.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel went to his favorite spot on the archery range, put his beer down, and nocked an arrow to his new bow. He was amazed at how familiar it felt, like he’d been using this very bow since he’d picked up the sport.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Our family has a great destiny, son,” his father said, creaking down into a nearby lawn chair.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“I’m aware of that. Hard to miss when your grandpa’s sucked into a war in another world and your dad fought off the elder gods.” (World War III had been complicated.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“It goes back further than that. And it’s stranger than you realize.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“But isn’t the short of it that we’re all called on to be heroes?” Axel asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt was one of the reasons he’d been given a name like Axel Hunter Radcliff, in fact. One only had to pay half-attention while growing up to realize that, at least once in a generation, someone in his family earned a place in a history book somewhere, and like hell were any of them going to go down in history with names like John Smith or Chris Jones. His father had lucked out with the normal-sounding name of Byron, but most Radcliffs had names that sounded like they’d been pulled from old pulp adventures—and were expected to live up to them whether they were that generation’s Chosen One or not.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAnd so Axel had prepared as best he could.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt was not as simple a task as it sounded.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eChosen Ones were an immutable fact in his family, but there were few ways of knowing what the One was Chosen \u003ci\u003efor\u003c\/i\u003e, which meant the best approach was a well-rounded one.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eMost of the family heroes benefited from physicality, so he’d participated in every sport he could when he was in school. Competitive archery was the only one he’d pursued after high school, but that was primarily because his work in the family landscaping business met a lot of his exercise demands. (After defeating the elder gods, his dad had wanted to do something low-key.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel didn’t find the job all that fulfilling, though, which was where volunteer firefighting came in. He’d never considered taking the career route, because like most jobs that were essential to the functioning of society, the pay was shit—but it allowed him to both test his limits and, more importantly, to do something meaningful. Heroic, even. Plus, he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the surge of adrenaline that flooded his veins every time the alert came. He didn’t wish fires on anyone, of course, but the joy he felt facing them was real—and specifically, the joy of taming such a volatile force.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt was like conquering a part of nature itself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAnd the money he made off posing for the yearly firefighter calendar wasn’t bad, either.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHe let the arrow fly. The cable thumped against his gauntlet with a powerful crack, and the arrow pierced its target with a near-silent swish. A good shot, but mundane otherwise. No magical sparkles or anything. He prepared another.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“We’re all called to be heroes,” Byron Radcliff continued, “but we’ve never told you the full story, nor what it means for each generation’s Chosen hero.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel let the arrow fly. It landed, again a good shot, but again mundane.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHe suspected he knew more than his father thought—after all, kids picked up a lot when the adults thought they weren’t listening—but he also knew his father wanted to tell the story. He’d probably been looking forward to this for years, and so Axel returned to his beer and took the seat next to his dad.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“It’s not that we’re called to be heroes, like some holy vocation. It’s that we get summoned, and we have no choice in the matter. And we have to make it work, because if we don’t, awful things can happen. Whatever you’re chosen for, you’re not destined to win. You’ll need to make clever use of the resources available to you. Mel, for one, and … let’s call it your support staff.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe way his father said it suggested there was more to the phrase than allies. Namely, the way his eyebrows raised.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Some Radcliffs are sucked into conflicts around our world, but not all. Your grandfather was one such exception, summoned to another world to fight a demon king and his four generals. It was a fantastic situation to say the least, but the thing that got him through it was not his weapon, but his \u003ci\u003eharem\u003c\/i\u003e.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel had just taken a swig of beer, and now it shot up through his nose.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Did you just say \u003ci\u003eharem\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You know the phrase ‘Behind every great man is a great woman’? Well, when you’re in extreme situations, having more can help.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Wait, so … that was an intentional, organized thing? It wasn’t just that grandpa slept around with a bunch of women on his adventure?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Oh, he slept around for sure. But mainly with women who brought some kind of skill to his cause. They were his support as much as his lovers.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Even the crazy cat lady?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe crazy cat lady was the only one Axel had ever heard described in any detail, and now that he thought of it, something else about her was odd. Namely, that she’d never been described as having any cats. And given what kind of world she’d come from …\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Was one of my grandmas secretly a catgirl?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eByron shrugged and took another swig of beer. “She certainly had … cat in some form. But that’s not my point. My point is that he’s not the first Radcliff to succeed because of his harem.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You, too? Then why do I only have one mom?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Because after the elder god thing was over, she was the one I chose. You don’t have to marry them all. You just need to build a harem that helps you win the day.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“How will I know what my challenge is, then? What kind of skills I need to gather?” Axel asked urgently. This complicated things. More than his father realized. “Dad, I’ve always avoided getting a girlfriend because I didn’t want to endanger her. I don’t know how to flirt!”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You’re a firefighter. Just take your shirt off and they’ll come.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“That’s not my point. Have you seen the size of my wargaming collection? No girl I bring to my parents’ basement is going to see that and want to stay with me.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“She will if she’s cool.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Oh god, I live in my parents’ basement, too!”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHis father set his beer aside and looked him dead in the eyes. “Axel. The only reason we didn’t tell you this before is because we didn’t want your hormonal teenage self to take advantage of it. Your mother and I have, in fact, soundproofed the basement in anticipation of this day, so that you can freely get up to wargaming or … not. Whatever it takes to build your harem and save the world.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel froze with his beer halfway to his mouth. He’d thought he’d had some idea of how this day would go, and it had not involved his father telling him, “Go forth and fuck to save the world.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt had especially not involved the portal.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eNonetheless, he became aware of a sudden sparkle beneath his chair. Before he could register that it wasn’t coming from Mel, the sparkle whirled around his feet like a circle drawn by a speeding comet.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHe didn’t even have time to scream before he fell, nor before the circle closed, leaving only empty ground and his father, who said:\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Huh. That happened faster than expected.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAnd then he drained his beer and went inside.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c!----\u003e","brand":"Spice Rack Press","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":50964518863139,"sku":"MGT-ORIGINAL","price":19.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0718\/5471\/9267\/files\/Monster_Girl_Tamer_1_Original_Paperback_2025.jpg?v=1755729469"},{"product_id":"print-i-power-up-with-every-monster-girl-i-defeat-monster-girl-tamer-1-paperback-bikini-variant-cover","title":"UNSIGNED PRINT: I Power Up With Every Monster Girl I Defeat (Monster Girl Tamer #1) (Paperback) - BIKINI VARIANT COVER","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eBook One in the Monster Girl Tamer series. Published by Spice Rack Press.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAbout this premium PAPERBACK:\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cb id=\"docs-internal-guid-983566d7-7fff-a834-4b88-3fed374d99ad\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThis is an unsigned premium paperback, printed on demand just for you!\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePrefer a different format? \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/store.holowriting.com\/pages\/monster-girl-tamer\"\u003eClick here.\u003c\/a\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/edieskye.com\/book\/blood-knight\/\"\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"short-description std\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"two-thirds first genesis-author-pro-book-description\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eA red hot, fiery demon girl. A goblin girl obsessed with wood. An oni girl who loves to grip a big sword. And they’re going to help him save the world … \u003cem\u003ehow\u003c\/em\u003e?\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAxel Hunter Radcliff has trained his whole life to be a hero. Once every generation, someone in his family is called upon to be a Chosen One, and Axel’s prepared himself extensively, just in case it’s him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHe just wasn’t prepared for the portal.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eNow he’s in another world brimming with dangerous monsters beneath a sky full of magic portals … and with no idea what he’s been summoned to do. All he knows is that every Chosen Radcliff has been aided by a support staff of skilled women: a \u003cem\u003etactical harem\u003c\/em\u003e.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eWhen mysterious monster girls start wreaking havoc in this new world, Axel is ready to answer the call. He’ll have to draw upon insight borne from every tabletop RPG he’s played and every harem novel he’s read to face them, because these are either the women he’s destined to gather … or the force he’s been summoned to stop.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eEither way, these monster girls need to be \u003cem\u003etamed\u003c\/em\u003e!\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eWARNING: \u003cem\u003eMonster Girl Tamer\u003c\/em\u003e is a fun LitRPG fantasy adventure with a healthy side of heat: sensuous demons, lustful goblins, voluptuous oni, and saucy language to match. (So don’t read it and then complain about the spice. Y’all know exactly what you’re getting into.)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eThis product is a premium paperback novel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePrefer a different format? \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/store.holowriting.com\/pages\/monster-girl-tamer\"\u003eClick here.\u003c\/a\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/edieskye.com\/book\/blood-knight\/\"\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cimg alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0718\/5471\/9267\/files\/Depositphotos_4583318_S_100x100.jpg?v=1675805195\" style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\"\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n \n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eEnjoy a sample from I POWER UP WITH EVERY MONSTER GIRL I DEFEAT!\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cb\u003eCHAPTER ONE\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Son, it’s time for The Talk.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel had known those words were coming since last night.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe Talk meant something different in his family. Oh, he’d gotten the, “We’ve noticed how you look at girls, here’s a condom, don’t get anyone pregnant” talk when he was thirteen, but that was small potatoes compared to the talk every man in his family got at twenty. That Talk was a Very Big Potato.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWhich was why his dad’s nonchalance surprised him. When Axel came through the front door, his dad simply waved the same distant hello as usual, then went back to the kitchen sink, cleaning the last dishes from the birthday party Axel had been called away from—not that anyone blamed him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWhen you made a hobby of running toward fires, you had to go when the fire summoned you.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Can I clean up a bit first?” Axel said. He still smelled like smoke from the night’s job.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHis dad waved again, and Axel went downstairs. He’d left his gear in his locker at the firehouse, but despite the hours spent cleaning the gear and tools, the scent and soot of his work still lingered. He was always vigilant about maintaining his gear, as much to preserve its reliability as to fend off the inevitable carcinogens he’d encounter; he was just as vigilant about his own body, and so he took a long shower to fend off the rest. It was an irony, he reflected, that so many firefighters spent their lives saving others, only to be killed by their own work, either in a fire or the slow cancer resulting from the things that burned around them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThen he chuckled darkly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eGiven what his father was about to say, he was not likely to die of cancer. Few of the Radcliffs ever died in such mundane ways.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWhen he came back upstairs, his father greeted him by cracking open a beer. He wasn’t even twenty-one yet, but he recognized the beer, one that only emerged on serious occasions. The brew was based on one his grandfather had brought back from overseas.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWell, “overseas” was only loosely correct. The bottle was a recycled original, and its label was in a language he’d never seen on this earth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Damn, that’s good beer!” Axel exclaimed after his first swig.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“There’s a reason your grandfather founded his microbrewery once he came back,” his father said, taking his own as they flopped onto the living room couch. “Glad one of your grandmothers knew how to make this stuff.” (Grandpa had a lot of adventures.) “If you’re lucky enough to survive whatever’s coming, you’ll inherit the recipe, too. For now, though, you get this.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eOn the coffee table before them was positioned a thin, hard-shelled carrying case that resembled the ones Axel used to transport his wargaming miniatures. His father clicked it open with all the slow pride of an uber nerd about to show off an unholy amount of money spent on plastic and paint.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Axel, meet Mel.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe case did not contain painted miniatures.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt contained a whole-ass M4 carbine, fully assembled and maintained to such perfection that it looked fresh off the production line, but Axel knew that wasn’t true. First off, because there was a sparkling pink cat head on its grip that had likely been slapped on as a joke. Second because, if the family stories were true—and \u003ci\u003eall\u003c\/i\u003e the family stories were true—that thing had already delivered some top-quality dakkas.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWorld War III had been in progress before Mel and his father had gone to fight.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWorld War III was no longer in progress.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“I’d hoped to present her to you at the party last night, but well …”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Duty called.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“As it does. And given how often duty called you even before your birthday, I thought I should equip you sooner rather than later.” He lifted the carbine from the case and extended it toward his son, like a blessing. “Axel Hunter Radcliff, if she’ll have you, she’s yours. Take her.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003ci\u003eIf she’ll have you.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThat was the key, and why every man in the family trained. Because there was no way of knowing who Mel would choose until …\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel braced his muscles to accept the heirloom. He hadn’t even fully gripped it when the weapon began to glow. Little streamers of sparkling light whipped off its form and then came back to envelop it, like some over-the-top magical girl transformation sequence, but with a badass gun. When the magical ribbons finished encasing it, its shape changed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIts protruding bits withdrew into the main length of the gun, which then stretched out and back in a curve, except for one glob of light. This separated and hovered before him, stretching into a rectangle—no, a cylinder with a strap—which then zipped around to his back. In front, he could see additional details working into the piece still in his hands. Multiple layers of cables slipped around what looked like pulley wheels on each end of the elaborate curve. A final whip of luminescence encased his forearm and hand in the shape of an archery gauntlet, and when the light flashed away into a rain of sparkles, Axel’s suspicion was confirmed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eResting in his hands was a shining silver compound bow, complete with that weird little cat head on the grip.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Huh,” Axel mused. “That’s … not what I expected.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You were expecting \u003ci\u003eanything\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Dad, it’s hard to have a family history like ours and \u003ci\u003enot\u003c\/i\u003e expect some kind of weirdness. Granted, I didn’t expect the transforming anime weapon, but once I saw what it was doing, I didn’t expect a bow, either.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“That ‘transforming anime weapon’ is formally called The Arsenal, and it adapts to the user. It’s been passed down through our family for generations.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Oh! So the ‘Mel’ grandfather used was the same as your carbine, and the same as my bow? I thought it was just the name that got passed down.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHis father shook his head. “Nope, it’s both.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Why’d grandpa get a whole \u003ci\u003etank\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Different time, different place, \u003ci\u003every \u003c\/i\u003edifferent threat.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Where’s the name Mel come from, anyway?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Actually … I don’t think even your grandpa remembers. We’ve always called her Mel, as far as I know.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel positioned Mel in his hands and tested its stability and tension, then drew an arrow from the quiver that had materialized on his back.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Not in the house,” his father said. “We’ll never hear the end of it if you blow up your mom’s new couch. Let’s take it outside to the range.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\" align=\"center\" style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e***\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“The Range” was a bit of a misnomer. Oh, there was definitely a shooting range in their backyard, both for firearms and bows. But there was also a variety of obstacle courses, such that anyone flying over might mistake it for a little boot camp, were it not for the children’s playground positioned on the other side of the house. Even that was an intense, elaborate structure, meant to teach its users to fall down hard and get up quick.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eBoth were necessary skills in the Radcliff family.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel went to his favorite spot on the archery range, put his beer down, and nocked an arrow to his new bow. He was amazed at how familiar it felt, like he’d been using this very bow since he’d picked up the sport.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Our family has a great destiny, son,” his father said, creaking down into a nearby lawn chair.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“I’m aware of that. Hard to miss when your grandpa’s sucked into a war in another world and your dad fought off the elder gods.” (World War III had been complicated.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“It goes back further than that. And it’s stranger than you realize.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“But isn’t the short of it that we’re all called on to be heroes?” Axel asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt was one of the reasons he’d been given a name like Axel Hunter Radcliff, in fact. One only had to pay half-attention while growing up to realize that, at least once in a generation, someone in his family earned a place in a history book somewhere, and like hell were any of them going to go down in history with names like John Smith or Chris Jones. His father had lucked out with the normal-sounding name of Byron, but most Radcliffs had names that sounded like they’d been pulled from old pulp adventures—and were expected to live up to them whether they were that generation’s Chosen One or not.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAnd so Axel had prepared as best he could.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt was not as simple a task as it sounded.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eChosen Ones were an immutable fact in his family, but there were few ways of knowing what the One was Chosen \u003ci\u003efor\u003c\/i\u003e, which meant the best approach was a well-rounded one.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eMost of the family heroes benefited from physicality, so he’d participated in every sport he could when he was in school. Competitive archery was the only one he’d pursued after high school, but that was primarily because his work in the family landscaping business met a lot of his exercise demands. (After defeating the elder gods, his dad had wanted to do something low-key.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel didn’t find the job all that fulfilling, though, which was where volunteer firefighting came in. He’d never considered taking the career route, because like most jobs that were essential to the functioning of society, the pay was shit—but it allowed him to both test his limits and, more importantly, to do something meaningful. Heroic, even. Plus, he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the surge of adrenaline that flooded his veins every time the alert came. He didn’t wish fires on anyone, of course, but the joy he felt facing them was real—and specifically, the joy of taming such a volatile force.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt was like conquering a part of nature itself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAnd the money he made off posing for the yearly firefighter calendar wasn’t bad, either.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHe let the arrow fly. The cable thumped against his gauntlet with a powerful crack, and the arrow pierced its target with a near-silent swish. A good shot, but mundane otherwise. No magical sparkles or anything. He prepared another.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“We’re all called to be heroes,” Byron Radcliff continued, “but we’ve never told you the full story, nor what it means for each generation’s Chosen hero.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel let the arrow fly. It landed, again a good shot, but again mundane.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHe suspected he knew more than his father thought—after all, kids picked up a lot when the adults thought they weren’t listening—but he also knew his father wanted to tell the story. He’d probably been looking forward to this for years, and so Axel returned to his beer and took the seat next to his dad.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“It’s not that we’re called to be heroes, like some holy vocation. It’s that we get summoned, and we have no choice in the matter. And we have to make it work, because if we don’t, awful things can happen. Whatever you’re chosen for, you’re not destined to win. You’ll need to make clever use of the resources available to you. Mel, for one, and … let’s call it your support staff.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe way his father said it suggested there was more to the phrase than allies. Namely, the way his eyebrows raised.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Some Radcliffs are sucked into conflicts around our world, but not all. Your grandfather was one such exception, summoned to another world to fight a demon king and his four generals. It was a fantastic situation to say the least, but the thing that got him through it was not his weapon, but his \u003ci\u003eharem\u003c\/i\u003e.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel had just taken a swig of beer, and now it shot up through his nose.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Did you just say \u003ci\u003eharem\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You know the phrase ‘Behind every great man is a great woman’? Well, when you’re in extreme situations, having more can help.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Wait, so … that was an intentional, organized thing? It wasn’t just that grandpa slept around with a bunch of women on his adventure?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Oh, he slept around for sure. But mainly with women who brought some kind of skill to his cause. They were his support as much as his lovers.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Even the crazy cat lady?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe crazy cat lady was the only one Axel had ever heard described in any detail, and now that he thought of it, something else about her was odd. Namely, that she’d never been described as having any cats. And given what kind of world she’d come from …\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Was one of my grandmas secretly a catgirl?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eByron shrugged and took another swig of beer. “She certainly had … cat in some form. But that’s not my point. My point is that he’s not the first Radcliff to succeed because of his harem.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You, too? Then why do I only have one mom?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Because after the elder god thing was over, she was the one I chose. You don’t have to marry them all. You just need to build a harem that helps you win the day.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“How will I know what my challenge is, then? What kind of skills I need to gather?” Axel asked urgently. This complicated things. More than his father realized. “Dad, I’ve always avoided getting a girlfriend because I didn’t want to endanger her. I don’t know how to flirt!”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You’re a firefighter. Just take your shirt off and they’ll come.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“That’s not my point. Have you seen the size of my wargaming collection? No girl I bring to my parents’ basement is going to see that and want to stay with me.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“She will if she’s cool.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Oh god, I live in my parents’ basement, too!”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHis father set his beer aside and looked him dead in the eyes. “Axel. The only reason we didn’t tell you this before is because we didn’t want your hormonal teenage self to take advantage of it. Your mother and I have, in fact, soundproofed the basement in anticipation of this day, so that you can freely get up to wargaming or … not. Whatever it takes to build your harem and save the world.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel froze with his beer halfway to his mouth. He’d thought he’d had some idea of how this day would go, and it had not involved his father telling him, “Go forth and fuck to save the world.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt had especially not involved the portal.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eNonetheless, he became aware of a sudden sparkle beneath his chair. Before he could register that it wasn’t coming from Mel, the sparkle whirled around his feet like a circle drawn by a speeding comet.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHe didn’t even have time to scream before he fell, nor before the circle closed, leaving only empty ground and his father, who said:\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Huh. That happened faster than expected.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAnd then he drained his beer and went inside.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c!----\u003e","brand":"Spice Rack Press","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":50970353533219,"sku":"MGT-BIKINI-PPR","price":19.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0718\/5471\/9267\/files\/Monster_Girl_Tamer_1_Leaf_Bikini_Paperback_2025.jpg?v=1755729981"},{"product_id":"print-i-power-up-with-every-monster-girl-i-defeat-monster-girl-tamer-1-paperback-pepper-put-some-clothes-on-variant-cover","title":"UNSIGNED PRINT: I Power Up With Every Monster Girl I Defeat (Monster Girl Tamer #1) (Paperback) - PEPPER PUT SOME CLOTHES ON VARIANT COVER","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eBook One in the Monster Girl Tamer series. Published by Spice Rack Press.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAbout this premium PAPERBACK:\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cb id=\"docs-internal-guid-983566d7-7fff-a834-4b88-3fed374d99ad\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThis is an unsigned premium paperback, printed on demand just for you!\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePrefer a different format? \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/store.holowriting.com\/pages\/monster-girl-tamer\"\u003eClick here.\u003c\/a\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/edieskye.com\/book\/blood-knight\/\"\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"short-description std\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"two-thirds first genesis-author-pro-book-description\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eA red hot, fiery demon girl. A goblin girl obsessed with wood. An oni girl who loves to grip a big sword. And they’re going to help him save the world … \u003cem\u003ehow\u003c\/em\u003e?\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAxel Hunter Radcliff has trained his whole life to be a hero. Once every generation, someone in his family is called upon to be a Chosen One, and Axel’s prepared himself extensively, just in case it’s him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHe just wasn’t prepared for the portal.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eNow he’s in another world brimming with dangerous monsters beneath a sky full of magic portals … and with no idea what he’s been summoned to do. All he knows is that every Chosen Radcliff has been aided by a support staff of skilled women: a \u003cem\u003etactical harem\u003c\/em\u003e.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eWhen mysterious monster girls start wreaking havoc in this new world, Axel is ready to answer the call. He’ll have to draw upon insight borne from every tabletop RPG he’s played and every harem novel he’s read to face them, because these are either the women he’s destined to gather … or the force he’s been summoned to stop.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eEither way, these monster girls need to be \u003cem\u003etamed\u003c\/em\u003e!\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eWARNING: \u003cem\u003eMonster Girl Tamer\u003c\/em\u003e is a fun LitRPG fantasy adventure with a healthy side of heat: sensuous demons, lustful goblins, voluptuous oni, and saucy language to match. (So don’t read it and then complain about the spice. Y’all know exactly what you’re getting into.)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eThis product is a premium paperback novel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePrefer a different format? \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/store.holowriting.com\/pages\/monster-girl-tamer\"\u003eClick here.\u003c\/a\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/edieskye.com\/book\/blood-knight\/\"\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cimg alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0718\/5471\/9267\/files\/Depositphotos_4583318_S_100x100.jpg?v=1675805195\" style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\"\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n \n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eEnjoy a sample from I POWER UP WITH EVERY MONSTER GIRL I DEFEAT!\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cb\u003eCHAPTER ONE\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Son, it’s time for The Talk.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel had known those words were coming since last night.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe Talk meant something different in his family. Oh, he’d gotten the, “We’ve noticed how you look at girls, here’s a condom, don’t get anyone pregnant” talk when he was thirteen, but that was small potatoes compared to the talk every man in his family got at twenty. That Talk was a Very Big Potato.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWhich was why his dad’s nonchalance surprised him. When Axel came through the front door, his dad simply waved the same distant hello as usual, then went back to the kitchen sink, cleaning the last dishes from the birthday party Axel had been called away from—not that anyone blamed him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWhen you made a hobby of running toward fires, you had to go when the fire summoned you.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Can I clean up a bit first?” Axel said. He still smelled like smoke from the night’s job.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHis dad waved again, and Axel went downstairs. He’d left his gear in his locker at the firehouse, but despite the hours spent cleaning the gear and tools, the scent and soot of his work still lingered. He was always vigilant about maintaining his gear, as much to preserve its reliability as to fend off the inevitable carcinogens he’d encounter; he was just as vigilant about his own body, and so he took a long shower to fend off the rest. It was an irony, he reflected, that so many firefighters spent their lives saving others, only to be killed by their own work, either in a fire or the slow cancer resulting from the things that burned around them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThen he chuckled darkly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eGiven what his father was about to say, he was not likely to die of cancer. Few of the Radcliffs ever died in such mundane ways.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWhen he came back upstairs, his father greeted him by cracking open a beer. He wasn’t even twenty-one yet, but he recognized the beer, one that only emerged on serious occasions. The brew was based on one his grandfather had brought back from overseas.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWell, “overseas” was only loosely correct. The bottle was a recycled original, and its label was in a language he’d never seen on this earth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Damn, that’s good beer!” Axel exclaimed after his first swig.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“There’s a reason your grandfather founded his microbrewery once he came back,” his father said, taking his own as they flopped onto the living room couch. “Glad one of your grandmothers knew how to make this stuff.” (Grandpa had a lot of adventures.) “If you’re lucky enough to survive whatever’s coming, you’ll inherit the recipe, too. For now, though, you get this.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eOn the coffee table before them was positioned a thin, hard-shelled carrying case that resembled the ones Axel used to transport his wargaming miniatures. His father clicked it open with all the slow pride of an uber nerd about to show off an unholy amount of money spent on plastic and paint.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Axel, meet Mel.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe case did not contain painted miniatures.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt contained a whole-ass M4 carbine, fully assembled and maintained to such perfection that it looked fresh off the production line, but Axel knew that wasn’t true. First off, because there was a sparkling pink cat head on its grip that had likely been slapped on as a joke. Second because, if the family stories were true—and \u003ci\u003eall\u003c\/i\u003e the family stories were true—that thing had already delivered some top-quality dakkas.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWorld War III had been in progress before Mel and his father had gone to fight.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWorld War III was no longer in progress.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“I’d hoped to present her to you at the party last night, but well …”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Duty called.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“As it does. And given how often duty called you even before your birthday, I thought I should equip you sooner rather than later.” He lifted the carbine from the case and extended it toward his son, like a blessing. “Axel Hunter Radcliff, if she’ll have you, she’s yours. Take her.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003ci\u003eIf she’ll have you.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThat was the key, and why every man in the family trained. Because there was no way of knowing who Mel would choose until …\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel braced his muscles to accept the heirloom. He hadn’t even fully gripped it when the weapon began to glow. Little streamers of sparkling light whipped off its form and then came back to envelop it, like some over-the-top magical girl transformation sequence, but with a badass gun. When the magical ribbons finished encasing it, its shape changed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIts protruding bits withdrew into the main length of the gun, which then stretched out and back in a curve, except for one glob of light. This separated and hovered before him, stretching into a rectangle—no, a cylinder with a strap—which then zipped around to his back. In front, he could see additional details working into the piece still in his hands. Multiple layers of cables slipped around what looked like pulley wheels on each end of the elaborate curve. A final whip of luminescence encased his forearm and hand in the shape of an archery gauntlet, and when the light flashed away into a rain of sparkles, Axel’s suspicion was confirmed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eResting in his hands was a shining silver compound bow, complete with that weird little cat head on the grip.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Huh,” Axel mused. “That’s … not what I expected.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You were expecting \u003ci\u003eanything\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Dad, it’s hard to have a family history like ours and \u003ci\u003enot\u003c\/i\u003e expect some kind of weirdness. Granted, I didn’t expect the transforming anime weapon, but once I saw what it was doing, I didn’t expect a bow, either.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“That ‘transforming anime weapon’ is formally called The Arsenal, and it adapts to the user. It’s been passed down through our family for generations.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Oh! So the ‘Mel’ grandfather used was the same as your carbine, and the same as my bow? I thought it was just the name that got passed down.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHis father shook his head. “Nope, it’s both.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Why’d grandpa get a whole \u003ci\u003etank\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Different time, different place, \u003ci\u003every \u003c\/i\u003edifferent threat.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Where’s the name Mel come from, anyway?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Actually … I don’t think even your grandpa remembers. We’ve always called her Mel, as far as I know.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel positioned Mel in his hands and tested its stability and tension, then drew an arrow from the quiver that had materialized on his back.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Not in the house,” his father said. “We’ll never hear the end of it if you blow up your mom’s new couch. Let’s take it outside to the range.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\" align=\"center\" style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e***\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“The Range” was a bit of a misnomer. Oh, there was definitely a shooting range in their backyard, both for firearms and bows. But there was also a variety of obstacle courses, such that anyone flying over might mistake it for a little boot camp, were it not for the children’s playground positioned on the other side of the house. Even that was an intense, elaborate structure, meant to teach its users to fall down hard and get up quick.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eBoth were necessary skills in the Radcliff family.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel went to his favorite spot on the archery range, put his beer down, and nocked an arrow to his new bow. He was amazed at how familiar it felt, like he’d been using this very bow since he’d picked up the sport.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Our family has a great destiny, son,” his father said, creaking down into a nearby lawn chair.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“I’m aware of that. Hard to miss when your grandpa’s sucked into a war in another world and your dad fought off the elder gods.” (World War III had been complicated.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“It goes back further than that. And it’s stranger than you realize.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“But isn’t the short of it that we’re all called on to be heroes?” Axel asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt was one of the reasons he’d been given a name like Axel Hunter Radcliff, in fact. One only had to pay half-attention while growing up to realize that, at least once in a generation, someone in his family earned a place in a history book somewhere, and like hell were any of them going to go down in history with names like John Smith or Chris Jones. His father had lucked out with the normal-sounding name of Byron, but most Radcliffs had names that sounded like they’d been pulled from old pulp adventures—and were expected to live up to them whether they were that generation’s Chosen One or not.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAnd so Axel had prepared as best he could.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt was not as simple a task as it sounded.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eChosen Ones were an immutable fact in his family, but there were few ways of knowing what the One was Chosen \u003ci\u003efor\u003c\/i\u003e, which meant the best approach was a well-rounded one.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eMost of the family heroes benefited from physicality, so he’d participated in every sport he could when he was in school. Competitive archery was the only one he’d pursued after high school, but that was primarily because his work in the family landscaping business met a lot of his exercise demands. (After defeating the elder gods, his dad had wanted to do something low-key.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel didn’t find the job all that fulfilling, though, which was where volunteer firefighting came in. He’d never considered taking the career route, because like most jobs that were essential to the functioning of society, the pay was shit—but it allowed him to both test his limits and, more importantly, to do something meaningful. Heroic, even. Plus, he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the surge of adrenaline that flooded his veins every time the alert came. He didn’t wish fires on anyone, of course, but the joy he felt facing them was real—and specifically, the joy of taming such a volatile force.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt was like conquering a part of nature itself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAnd the money he made off posing for the yearly firefighter calendar wasn’t bad, either.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHe let the arrow fly. The cable thumped against his gauntlet with a powerful crack, and the arrow pierced its target with a near-silent swish. A good shot, but mundane otherwise. No magical sparkles or anything. He prepared another.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“We’re all called to be heroes,” Byron Radcliff continued, “but we’ve never told you the full story, nor what it means for each generation’s Chosen hero.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel let the arrow fly. It landed, again a good shot, but again mundane.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHe suspected he knew more than his father thought—after all, kids picked up a lot when the adults thought they weren’t listening—but he also knew his father wanted to tell the story. He’d probably been looking forward to this for years, and so Axel returned to his beer and took the seat next to his dad.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“It’s not that we’re called to be heroes, like some holy vocation. It’s that we get summoned, and we have no choice in the matter. And we have to make it work, because if we don’t, awful things can happen. Whatever you’re chosen for, you’re not destined to win. You’ll need to make clever use of the resources available to you. Mel, for one, and … let’s call it your support staff.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe way his father said it suggested there was more to the phrase than allies. Namely, the way his eyebrows raised.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Some Radcliffs are sucked into conflicts around our world, but not all. Your grandfather was one such exception, summoned to another world to fight a demon king and his four generals. It was a fantastic situation to say the least, but the thing that got him through it was not his weapon, but his \u003ci\u003eharem\u003c\/i\u003e.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel had just taken a swig of beer, and now it shot up through his nose.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Did you just say \u003ci\u003eharem\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You know the phrase ‘Behind every great man is a great woman’? Well, when you’re in extreme situations, having more can help.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Wait, so … that was an intentional, organized thing? It wasn’t just that grandpa slept around with a bunch of women on his adventure?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Oh, he slept around for sure. But mainly with women who brought some kind of skill to his cause. They were his support as much as his lovers.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Even the crazy cat lady?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe crazy cat lady was the only one Axel had ever heard described in any detail, and now that he thought of it, something else about her was odd. Namely, that she’d never been described as having any cats. And given what kind of world she’d come from …\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Was one of my grandmas secretly a catgirl?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eByron shrugged and took another swig of beer. “She certainly had … cat in some form. But that’s not my point. My point is that he’s not the first Radcliff to succeed because of his harem.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You, too? Then why do I only have one mom?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Because after the elder god thing was over, she was the one I chose. You don’t have to marry them all. You just need to build a harem that helps you win the day.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“How will I know what my challenge is, then? What kind of skills I need to gather?” Axel asked urgently. This complicated things. More than his father realized. “Dad, I’ve always avoided getting a girlfriend because I didn’t want to endanger her. I don’t know how to flirt!”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You’re a firefighter. Just take your shirt off and they’ll come.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“That’s not my point. Have you seen the size of my wargaming collection? No girl I bring to my parents’ basement is going to see that and want to stay with me.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“She will if she’s cool.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Oh god, I live in my parents’ basement, too!”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHis father set his beer aside and looked him dead in the eyes. “Axel. The only reason we didn’t tell you this before is because we didn’t want your hormonal teenage self to take advantage of it. Your mother and I have, in fact, soundproofed the basement in anticipation of this day, so that you can freely get up to wargaming or … not. Whatever it takes to build your harem and save the world.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel froze with his beer halfway to his mouth. He’d thought he’d had some idea of how this day would go, and it had not involved his father telling him, “Go forth and fuck to save the world.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt had especially not involved the portal.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eNonetheless, he became aware of a sudden sparkle beneath his chair. Before he could register that it wasn’t coming from Mel, the sparkle whirled around his feet like a circle drawn by a speeding comet.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHe didn’t even have time to scream before he fell, nor before the circle closed, leaving only empty ground and his father, who said:\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Huh. That happened faster than expected.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAnd then he drained his beer and went inside.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c!----\u003e","brand":"Spice Rack Press","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":50970562134307,"sku":"MGT-BIKINI-PPR","price":19.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0718\/5471\/9267\/files\/Monster_Girl_Tamer_1_Chaste_Paperback_2025.jpg?v=1755730096"},{"product_id":"print-i-power-up-with-every-monster-girl-i-defeat-monster-girl-tamer-1-paperback-magenta-variant-cover","title":"UNSIGNED PRINT: I Power Up With Every Monster Girl I Defeat (Monster Girl Tamer #1) (Paperback) - MAGENTA VARIANT COVER","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eBook One in the Monster Girl Tamer series. Published by Spice Rack Press.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAbout this premium PAPERBACK:\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cb id=\"docs-internal-guid-983566d7-7fff-a834-4b88-3fed374d99ad\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThis is an unsigned premium paperback, printed on demand just for you!\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePrefer a different format? \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/store.holowriting.com\/pages\/monster-girl-tamer\"\u003eClick here.\u003c\/a\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/edieskye.com\/book\/blood-knight\/\"\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"short-description std\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"two-thirds first genesis-author-pro-book-description\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eA red hot, fiery demon girl. A goblin girl obsessed with wood. An oni girl who loves to grip a big sword. And they’re going to help him save the world … \u003cem\u003ehow\u003c\/em\u003e?\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAxel Hunter Radcliff has trained his whole life to be a hero. Once every generation, someone in his family is called upon to be a Chosen One, and Axel’s prepared himself extensively, just in case it’s him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHe just wasn’t prepared for the portal.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eNow he’s in another world brimming with dangerous monsters beneath a sky full of magic portals … and with no idea what he’s been summoned to do. All he knows is that every Chosen Radcliff has been aided by a support staff of skilled women: a \u003cem\u003etactical harem\u003c\/em\u003e.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eWhen mysterious monster girls start wreaking havoc in this new world, Axel is ready to answer the call. He’ll have to draw upon insight borne from every tabletop RPG he’s played and every harem novel he’s read to face them, because these are either the women he’s destined to gather … or the force he’s been summoned to stop.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eEither way, these monster girls need to be \u003cem\u003etamed\u003c\/em\u003e!\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eWARNING: \u003cem\u003eMonster Girl Tamer\u003c\/em\u003e is a fun LitRPG fantasy adventure with a healthy side of heat: sensuous demons, lustful goblins, voluptuous oni, and saucy language to match. (So don’t read it and then complain about the spice. Y’all know exactly what you’re getting into.)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eThis product is a premium paperback novel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePrefer a different format? \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/store.holowriting.com\/pages\/monster-girl-tamer\"\u003eClick here.\u003c\/a\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/edieskye.com\/book\/blood-knight\/\"\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cimg alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0718\/5471\/9267\/files\/Depositphotos_4583318_S_100x100.jpg?v=1675805195\" style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\"\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n \n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eEnjoy a sample from I POWER UP WITH EVERY MONSTER GIRL I DEFEAT!\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cb\u003eCHAPTER ONE\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Son, it’s time for The Talk.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel had known those words were coming since last night.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe Talk meant something different in his family. Oh, he’d gotten the, “We’ve noticed how you look at girls, here’s a condom, don’t get anyone pregnant” talk when he was thirteen, but that was small potatoes compared to the talk every man in his family got at twenty. That Talk was a Very Big Potato.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWhich was why his dad’s nonchalance surprised him. When Axel came through the front door, his dad simply waved the same distant hello as usual, then went back to the kitchen sink, cleaning the last dishes from the birthday party Axel had been called away from—not that anyone blamed him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWhen you made a hobby of running toward fires, you had to go when the fire summoned you.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Can I clean up a bit first?” Axel said. He still smelled like smoke from the night’s job.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHis dad waved again, and Axel went downstairs. He’d left his gear in his locker at the firehouse, but despite the hours spent cleaning the gear and tools, the scent and soot of his work still lingered. He was always vigilant about maintaining his gear, as much to preserve its reliability as to fend off the inevitable carcinogens he’d encounter; he was just as vigilant about his own body, and so he took a long shower to fend off the rest. It was an irony, he reflected, that so many firefighters spent their lives saving others, only to be killed by their own work, either in a fire or the slow cancer resulting from the things that burned around them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThen he chuckled darkly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eGiven what his father was about to say, he was not likely to die of cancer. Few of the Radcliffs ever died in such mundane ways.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWhen he came back upstairs, his father greeted him by cracking open a beer. He wasn’t even twenty-one yet, but he recognized the beer, one that only emerged on serious occasions. The brew was based on one his grandfather had brought back from overseas.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWell, “overseas” was only loosely correct. The bottle was a recycled original, and its label was in a language he’d never seen on this earth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Damn, that’s good beer!” Axel exclaimed after his first swig.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“There’s a reason your grandfather founded his microbrewery once he came back,” his father said, taking his own as they flopped onto the living room couch. “Glad one of your grandmothers knew how to make this stuff.” (Grandpa had a lot of adventures.) “If you’re lucky enough to survive whatever’s coming, you’ll inherit the recipe, too. For now, though, you get this.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eOn the coffee table before them was positioned a thin, hard-shelled carrying case that resembled the ones Axel used to transport his wargaming miniatures. His father clicked it open with all the slow pride of an uber nerd about to show off an unholy amount of money spent on plastic and paint.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Axel, meet Mel.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe case did not contain painted miniatures.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt contained a whole-ass M4 carbine, fully assembled and maintained to such perfection that it looked fresh off the production line, but Axel knew that wasn’t true. First off, because there was a sparkling pink cat head on its grip that had likely been slapped on as a joke. Second because, if the family stories were true—and \u003ci\u003eall\u003c\/i\u003e the family stories were true—that thing had already delivered some top-quality dakkas.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWorld War III had been in progress before Mel and his father had gone to fight.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWorld War III was no longer in progress.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“I’d hoped to present her to you at the party last night, but well …”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Duty called.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“As it does. And given how often duty called you even before your birthday, I thought I should equip you sooner rather than later.” He lifted the carbine from the case and extended it toward his son, like a blessing. “Axel Hunter Radcliff, if she’ll have you, she’s yours. Take her.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003ci\u003eIf she’ll have you.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThat was the key, and why every man in the family trained. Because there was no way of knowing who Mel would choose until …\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel braced his muscles to accept the heirloom. He hadn’t even fully gripped it when the weapon began to glow. Little streamers of sparkling light whipped off its form and then came back to envelop it, like some over-the-top magical girl transformation sequence, but with a badass gun. When the magical ribbons finished encasing it, its shape changed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIts protruding bits withdrew into the main length of the gun, which then stretched out and back in a curve, except for one glob of light. This separated and hovered before him, stretching into a rectangle—no, a cylinder with a strap—which then zipped around to his back. In front, he could see additional details working into the piece still in his hands. Multiple layers of cables slipped around what looked like pulley wheels on each end of the elaborate curve. A final whip of luminescence encased his forearm and hand in the shape of an archery gauntlet, and when the light flashed away into a rain of sparkles, Axel’s suspicion was confirmed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eResting in his hands was a shining silver compound bow, complete with that weird little cat head on the grip.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Huh,” Axel mused. “That’s … not what I expected.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You were expecting \u003ci\u003eanything\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Dad, it’s hard to have a family history like ours and \u003ci\u003enot\u003c\/i\u003e expect some kind of weirdness. Granted, I didn’t expect the transforming anime weapon, but once I saw what it was doing, I didn’t expect a bow, either.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“That ‘transforming anime weapon’ is formally called The Arsenal, and it adapts to the user. It’s been passed down through our family for generations.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Oh! So the ‘Mel’ grandfather used was the same as your carbine, and the same as my bow? I thought it was just the name that got passed down.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHis father shook his head. “Nope, it’s both.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Why’d grandpa get a whole \u003ci\u003etank\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Different time, different place, \u003ci\u003every \u003c\/i\u003edifferent threat.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Where’s the name Mel come from, anyway?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Actually … I don’t think even your grandpa remembers. We’ve always called her Mel, as far as I know.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel positioned Mel in his hands and tested its stability and tension, then drew an arrow from the quiver that had materialized on his back.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Not in the house,” his father said. “We’ll never hear the end of it if you blow up your mom’s new couch. Let’s take it outside to the range.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\" align=\"center\" style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e***\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“The Range” was a bit of a misnomer. Oh, there was definitely a shooting range in their backyard, both for firearms and bows. But there was also a variety of obstacle courses, such that anyone flying over might mistake it for a little boot camp, were it not for the children’s playground positioned on the other side of the house. Even that was an intense, elaborate structure, meant to teach its users to fall down hard and get up quick.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eBoth were necessary skills in the Radcliff family.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel went to his favorite spot on the archery range, put his beer down, and nocked an arrow to his new bow. He was amazed at how familiar it felt, like he’d been using this very bow since he’d picked up the sport.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Our family has a great destiny, son,” his father said, creaking down into a nearby lawn chair.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“I’m aware of that. Hard to miss when your grandpa’s sucked into a war in another world and your dad fought off the elder gods.” (World War III had been complicated.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“It goes back further than that. And it’s stranger than you realize.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“But isn’t the short of it that we’re all called on to be heroes?” Axel asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt was one of the reasons he’d been given a name like Axel Hunter Radcliff, in fact. One only had to pay half-attention while growing up to realize that, at least once in a generation, someone in his family earned a place in a history book somewhere, and like hell were any of them going to go down in history with names like John Smith or Chris Jones. His father had lucked out with the normal-sounding name of Byron, but most Radcliffs had names that sounded like they’d been pulled from old pulp adventures—and were expected to live up to them whether they were that generation’s Chosen One or not.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAnd so Axel had prepared as best he could.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt was not as simple a task as it sounded.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eChosen Ones were an immutable fact in his family, but there were few ways of knowing what the One was Chosen \u003ci\u003efor\u003c\/i\u003e, which meant the best approach was a well-rounded one.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eMost of the family heroes benefited from physicality, so he’d participated in every sport he could when he was in school. Competitive archery was the only one he’d pursued after high school, but that was primarily because his work in the family landscaping business met a lot of his exercise demands. (After defeating the elder gods, his dad had wanted to do something low-key.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel didn’t find the job all that fulfilling, though, which was where volunteer firefighting came in. He’d never considered taking the career route, because like most jobs that were essential to the functioning of society, the pay was shit—but it allowed him to both test his limits and, more importantly, to do something meaningful. Heroic, even. Plus, he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the surge of adrenaline that flooded his veins every time the alert came. He didn’t wish fires on anyone, of course, but the joy he felt facing them was real—and specifically, the joy of taming such a volatile force.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt was like conquering a part of nature itself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAnd the money he made off posing for the yearly firefighter calendar wasn’t bad, either.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHe let the arrow fly. The cable thumped against his gauntlet with a powerful crack, and the arrow pierced its target with a near-silent swish. A good shot, but mundane otherwise. No magical sparkles or anything. He prepared another.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“We’re all called to be heroes,” Byron Radcliff continued, “but we’ve never told you the full story, nor what it means for each generation’s Chosen hero.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel let the arrow fly. It landed, again a good shot, but again mundane.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHe suspected he knew more than his father thought—after all, kids picked up a lot when the adults thought they weren’t listening—but he also knew his father wanted to tell the story. He’d probably been looking forward to this for years, and so Axel returned to his beer and took the seat next to his dad.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“It’s not that we’re called to be heroes, like some holy vocation. It’s that we get summoned, and we have no choice in the matter. And we have to make it work, because if we don’t, awful things can happen. Whatever you’re chosen for, you’re not destined to win. You’ll need to make clever use of the resources available to you. Mel, for one, and … let’s call it your support staff.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe way his father said it suggested there was more to the phrase than allies. Namely, the way his eyebrows raised.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Some Radcliffs are sucked into conflicts around our world, but not all. Your grandfather was one such exception, summoned to another world to fight a demon king and his four generals. It was a fantastic situation to say the least, but the thing that got him through it was not his weapon, but his \u003ci\u003eharem\u003c\/i\u003e.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel had just taken a swig of beer, and now it shot up through his nose.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Did you just say \u003ci\u003eharem\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You know the phrase ‘Behind every great man is a great woman’? Well, when you’re in extreme situations, having more can help.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Wait, so … that was an intentional, organized thing? It wasn’t just that grandpa slept around with a bunch of women on his adventure?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Oh, he slept around for sure. But mainly with women who brought some kind of skill to his cause. They were his support as much as his lovers.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Even the crazy cat lady?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe crazy cat lady was the only one Axel had ever heard described in any detail, and now that he thought of it, something else about her was odd. Namely, that she’d never been described as having any cats. And given what kind of world she’d come from …\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Was one of my grandmas secretly a catgirl?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eByron shrugged and took another swig of beer. “She certainly had … cat in some form. But that’s not my point. My point is that he’s not the first Radcliff to succeed because of his harem.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You, too? Then why do I only have one mom?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Because after the elder god thing was over, she was the one I chose. You don’t have to marry them all. You just need to build a harem that helps you win the day.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“How will I know what my challenge is, then? What kind of skills I need to gather?” Axel asked urgently. This complicated things. More than his father realized. “Dad, I’ve always avoided getting a girlfriend because I didn’t want to endanger her. I don’t know how to flirt!”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You’re a firefighter. Just take your shirt off and they’ll come.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“That’s not my point. Have you seen the size of my wargaming collection? No girl I bring to my parents’ basement is going to see that and want to stay with me.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“She will if she’s cool.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Oh god, I live in my parents’ basement, too!”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHis father set his beer aside and looked him dead in the eyes. “Axel. The only reason we didn’t tell you this before is because we didn’t want your hormonal teenage self to take advantage of it. Your mother and I have, in fact, soundproofed the basement in anticipation of this day, so that you can freely get up to wargaming or … not. Whatever it takes to build your harem and save the world.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel froze with his beer halfway to his mouth. He’d thought he’d had some idea of how this day would go, and it had not involved his father telling him, “Go forth and fuck to save the world.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt had especially not involved the portal.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eNonetheless, he became aware of a sudden sparkle beneath his chair. Before he could register that it wasn’t coming from Mel, the sparkle whirled around his feet like a circle drawn by a speeding comet.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHe didn’t even have time to scream before he fell, nor before the circle closed, leaving only empty ground and his father, who said:\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Huh. 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Published by Spice Rack Press.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAbout this premium PAPERBACK:\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cb id=\"docs-internal-guid-983566d7-7fff-a834-4b88-3fed374d99ad\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThis is an unsigned premium paperback, printed on demand just for you!\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePrefer a different format? \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/store.holowriting.com\/pages\/monster-girl-tamer\"\u003eClick here.\u003c\/a\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/edieskye.com\/book\/blood-knight\/\"\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"short-description std\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"two-thirds first genesis-author-pro-book-description\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eA red hot, fiery demon girl. A goblin girl obsessed with wood. An oni girl who loves to grip a big sword. And they’re going to help him save the world … \u003cem\u003ehow\u003c\/em\u003e?\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAxel Hunter Radcliff has trained his whole life to be a hero. Once every generation, someone in his family is called upon to be a Chosen One, and Axel’s prepared himself extensively, just in case it’s him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHe just wasn’t prepared for the portal.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eNow he’s in another world brimming with dangerous monsters beneath a sky full of magic portals … and with no idea what he’s been summoned to do. All he knows is that every Chosen Radcliff has been aided by a support staff of skilled women: a \u003cem\u003etactical harem\u003c\/em\u003e.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eWhen mysterious monster girls start wreaking havoc in this new world, Axel is ready to answer the call. He’ll have to draw upon insight borne from every tabletop RPG he’s played and every harem novel he’s read to face them, because these are either the women he’s destined to gather … or the force he’s been summoned to stop.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eEither way, these monster girls need to be \u003cem\u003etamed\u003c\/em\u003e!\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eWARNING: \u003cem\u003eMonster Girl Tamer\u003c\/em\u003e is a fun LitRPG fantasy adventure with a healthy side of heat: sensuous demons, lustful goblins, voluptuous oni, and saucy language to match. (So don’t read it and then complain about the spice. 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Oh, he’d gotten the, “We’ve noticed how you look at girls, here’s a condom, don’t get anyone pregnant” talk when he was thirteen, but that was small potatoes compared to the talk every man in his family got at twenty. That Talk was a Very Big Potato.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWhich was why his dad’s nonchalance surprised him. When Axel came through the front door, his dad simply waved the same distant hello as usual, then went back to the kitchen sink, cleaning the last dishes from the birthday party Axel had been called away from—not that anyone blamed him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWhen you made a hobby of running toward fires, you had to go when the fire summoned you.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Can I clean up a bit first?” Axel said. He still smelled like smoke from the night’s job.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHis dad waved again, and Axel went downstairs. He’d left his gear in his locker at the firehouse, but despite the hours spent cleaning the gear and tools, the scent and soot of his work still lingered. He was always vigilant about maintaining his gear, as much to preserve its reliability as to fend off the inevitable carcinogens he’d encounter; he was just as vigilant about his own body, and so he took a long shower to fend off the rest. It was an irony, he reflected, that so many firefighters spent their lives saving others, only to be killed by their own work, either in a fire or the slow cancer resulting from the things that burned around them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThen he chuckled darkly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eGiven what his father was about to say, he was not likely to die of cancer. Few of the Radcliffs ever died in such mundane ways.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWhen he came back upstairs, his father greeted him by cracking open a beer. He wasn’t even twenty-one yet, but he recognized the beer, one that only emerged on serious occasions. The brew was based on one his grandfather had brought back from overseas.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWell, “overseas” was only loosely correct. The bottle was a recycled original, and its label was in a language he’d never seen on this earth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Damn, that’s good beer!” Axel exclaimed after his first swig.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“There’s a reason your grandfather founded his microbrewery once he came back,” his father said, taking his own as they flopped onto the living room couch. “Glad one of your grandmothers knew how to make this stuff.” (Grandpa had a lot of adventures.) “If you’re lucky enough to survive whatever’s coming, you’ll inherit the recipe, too. For now, though, you get this.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eOn the coffee table before them was positioned a thin, hard-shelled carrying case that resembled the ones Axel used to transport his wargaming miniatures. His father clicked it open with all the slow pride of an uber nerd about to show off an unholy amount of money spent on plastic and paint.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Axel, meet Mel.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe case did not contain painted miniatures.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt contained a whole-ass M4 carbine, fully assembled and maintained to such perfection that it looked fresh off the production line, but Axel knew that wasn’t true. First off, because there was a sparkling pink cat head on its grip that had likely been slapped on as a joke. Second because, if the family stories were true—and \u003ci\u003eall\u003c\/i\u003e the family stories were true—that thing had already delivered some top-quality dakkas.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWorld War III had been in progress before Mel and his father had gone to fight.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWorld War III was no longer in progress.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“I’d hoped to present her to you at the party last night, but well …”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Duty called.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“As it does. And given how often duty called you even before your birthday, I thought I should equip you sooner rather than later.” He lifted the carbine from the case and extended it toward his son, like a blessing. “Axel Hunter Radcliff, if she’ll have you, she’s yours. Take her.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003ci\u003eIf she’ll have you.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThat was the key, and why every man in the family trained. Because there was no way of knowing who Mel would choose until …\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel braced his muscles to accept the heirloom. He hadn’t even fully gripped it when the weapon began to glow. Little streamers of sparkling light whipped off its form and then came back to envelop it, like some over-the-top magical girl transformation sequence, but with a badass gun. When the magical ribbons finished encasing it, its shape changed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIts protruding bits withdrew into the main length of the gun, which then stretched out and back in a curve, except for one glob of light. This separated and hovered before him, stretching into a rectangle—no, a cylinder with a strap—which then zipped around to his back. In front, he could see additional details working into the piece still in his hands. Multiple layers of cables slipped around what looked like pulley wheels on each end of the elaborate curve. A final whip of luminescence encased his forearm and hand in the shape of an archery gauntlet, and when the light flashed away into a rain of sparkles, Axel’s suspicion was confirmed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eResting in his hands was a shining silver compound bow, complete with that weird little cat head on the grip.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Huh,” Axel mused. “That’s … not what I expected.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You were expecting \u003ci\u003eanything\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Dad, it’s hard to have a family history like ours and \u003ci\u003enot\u003c\/i\u003e expect some kind of weirdness. Granted, I didn’t expect the transforming anime weapon, but once I saw what it was doing, I didn’t expect a bow, either.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“That ‘transforming anime weapon’ is formally called The Arsenal, and it adapts to the user. It’s been passed down through our family for generations.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Oh! So the ‘Mel’ grandfather used was the same as your carbine, and the same as my bow? I thought it was just the name that got passed down.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHis father shook his head. “Nope, it’s both.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Why’d grandpa get a whole \u003ci\u003etank\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Different time, different place, \u003ci\u003every \u003c\/i\u003edifferent threat.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Where’s the name Mel come from, anyway?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Actually … I don’t think even your grandpa remembers. We’ve always called her Mel, as far as I know.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel positioned Mel in his hands and tested its stability and tension, then drew an arrow from the quiver that had materialized on his back.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Not in the house,” his father said. “We’ll never hear the end of it if you blow up your mom’s new couch. Let’s take it outside to the range.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e***\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“The Range” was a bit of a misnomer. Oh, there was definitely a shooting range in their backyard, both for firearms and bows. But there was also a variety of obstacle courses, such that anyone flying over might mistake it for a little boot camp, were it not for the children’s playground positioned on the other side of the house. Even that was an intense, elaborate structure, meant to teach its users to fall down hard and get up quick.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eBoth were necessary skills in the Radcliff family.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel went to his favorite spot on the archery range, put his beer down, and nocked an arrow to his new bow. He was amazed at how familiar it felt, like he’d been using this very bow since he’d picked up the sport.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Our family has a great destiny, son,” his father said, creaking down into a nearby lawn chair.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“I’m aware of that. Hard to miss when your grandpa’s sucked into a war in another world and your dad fought off the elder gods.” (World War III had been complicated.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“It goes back further than that. And it’s stranger than you realize.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“But isn’t the short of it that we’re all called on to be heroes?” Axel asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt was one of the reasons he’d been given a name like Axel Hunter Radcliff, in fact. One only had to pay half-attention while growing up to realize that, at least once in a generation, someone in his family earned a place in a history book somewhere, and like hell were any of them going to go down in history with names like John Smith or Chris Jones. His father had lucked out with the normal-sounding name of Byron, but most Radcliffs had names that sounded like they’d been pulled from old pulp adventures—and were expected to live up to them whether they were that generation’s Chosen One or not.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAnd so Axel had prepared as best he could.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt was not as simple a task as it sounded.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eChosen Ones were an immutable fact in his family, but there were few ways of knowing what the One was Chosen \u003ci\u003efor\u003c\/i\u003e, which meant the best approach was a well-rounded one.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eMost of the family heroes benefited from physicality, so he’d participated in every sport he could when he was in school. Competitive archery was the only one he’d pursued after high school, but that was primarily because his work in the family landscaping business met a lot of his exercise demands. (After defeating the elder gods, his dad had wanted to do something low-key.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel didn’t find the job all that fulfilling, though, which was where volunteer firefighting came in. He’d never considered taking the career route, because like most jobs that were essential to the functioning of society, the pay was shit—but it allowed him to both test his limits and, more importantly, to do something meaningful. Heroic, even. Plus, he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the surge of adrenaline that flooded his veins every time the alert came. He didn’t wish fires on anyone, of course, but the joy he felt facing them was real—and specifically, the joy of taming such a volatile force.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt was like conquering a part of nature itself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAnd the money he made off posing for the yearly firefighter calendar wasn’t bad, either.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHe let the arrow fly. The cable thumped against his gauntlet with a powerful crack, and the arrow pierced its target with a near-silent swish. A good shot, but mundane otherwise. No magical sparkles or anything. He prepared another.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“We’re all called to be heroes,” Byron Radcliff continued, “but we’ve never told you the full story, nor what it means for each generation’s Chosen hero.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel let the arrow fly. It landed, again a good shot, but again mundane.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHe suspected he knew more than his father thought—after all, kids picked up a lot when the adults thought they weren’t listening—but he also knew his father wanted to tell the story. He’d probably been looking forward to this for years, and so Axel returned to his beer and took the seat next to his dad.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“It’s not that we’re called to be heroes, like some holy vocation. It’s that we get summoned, and we have no choice in the matter. And we have to make it work, because if we don’t, awful things can happen. Whatever you’re chosen for, you’re not destined to win. You’ll need to make clever use of the resources available to you. Mel, for one, and … let’s call it your support staff.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe way his father said it suggested there was more to the phrase than allies. Namely, the way his eyebrows raised.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Some Radcliffs are sucked into conflicts around our world, but not all. Your grandfather was one such exception, summoned to another world to fight a demon king and his four generals. It was a fantastic situation to say the least, but the thing that got him through it was not his weapon, but his \u003ci\u003eharem\u003c\/i\u003e.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel had just taken a swig of beer, and now it shot up through his nose.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Did you just say \u003ci\u003eharem\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You know the phrase ‘Behind every great man is a great woman’? Well, when you’re in extreme situations, having more can help.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Wait, so … that was an intentional, organized thing? It wasn’t just that grandpa slept around with a bunch of women on his adventure?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Oh, he slept around for sure. But mainly with women who brought some kind of skill to his cause. They were his support as much as his lovers.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Even the crazy cat lady?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe crazy cat lady was the only one Axel had ever heard described in any detail, and now that he thought of it, something else about her was odd. Namely, that she’d never been described as having any cats. And given what kind of world she’d come from …\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Was one of my grandmas secretly a catgirl?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eByron shrugged and took another swig of beer. “She certainly had … cat in some form. But that’s not my point. My point is that he’s not the first Radcliff to succeed because of his harem.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You, too? Then why do I only have one mom?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Because after the elder god thing was over, she was the one I chose. You don’t have to marry them all. You just need to build a harem that helps you win the day.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“How will I know what my challenge is, then? What kind of skills I need to gather?” Axel asked urgently. This complicated things. More than his father realized. “Dad, I’ve always avoided getting a girlfriend because I didn’t want to endanger her. I don’t know how to flirt!”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You’re a firefighter. Just take your shirt off and they’ll come.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“That’s not my point. Have you seen the size of my wargaming collection? No girl I bring to my parents’ basement is going to see that and want to stay with me.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“She will if she’s cool.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Oh god, I live in my parents’ basement, too!”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHis father set his beer aside and looked him dead in the eyes. “Axel. The only reason we didn’t tell you this before is because we didn’t want your hormonal teenage self to take advantage of it. Your mother and I have, in fact, soundproofed the basement in anticipation of this day, so that you can freely get up to wargaming or … not. Whatever it takes to build your harem and save the world.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel froze with his beer halfway to his mouth. He’d thought he’d had some idea of how this day would go, and it had not involved his father telling him, “Go forth and fuck to save the world.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt had especially not involved the portal.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eNonetheless, he became aware of a sudden sparkle beneath his chair. Before he could register that it wasn’t coming from Mel, the sparkle whirled around his feet like a circle drawn by a speeding comet.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHe didn’t even have time to scream before he fell, nor before the circle closed, leaving only empty ground and his father, who said:\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Huh. That happened faster than expected.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAnd then he drained his beer and went inside.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c!----\u003e","brand":"Spice Rack Press","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":54266338246947,"sku":"MGT-TOMOE","price":19.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0718\/5471\/9267\/files\/Monster_Girl_Tamer_1_TOMOE_Paperback_2025.jpg?v=1755730292"},{"product_id":"print-im-an-isekai-hero-of-course-im-fighting-a-demon-lord-monster-girl-tamer-2-signed-paperback-copy","title":"SIGNED PRINT: I'm an Isekai Hero! Of Course I'm Fighting a Demon Lord (Monster Girl Tamer #2) (Paperback)","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eBook Two in the Monster Girl Tamer series. Published by Spice Rack Press.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAbout this premium SIGNED PAPERBACK:\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003eSigned by Edie Skye. \u003cb id=\"docs-internal-guid-d364ed80-7fff-a1ab-7c6d-e9d4ac79ce1b\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eWant a personalized signature? Let us know in the comment box when you check out! \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePrefer a different format? \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/store.holowriting.com\/pages\/monster-girl-tamer\"\u003eClick here.\u003c\/a\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/edieskye.com\/book\/blood-knight\/\"\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"short-description std\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"two-thirds first genesis-author-pro-book-description\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold\"\u003eA thicc cowgirl with a thicker accent. A bookish succubus with an absurd secret. A demon, goblin, and oni girl who’re as chaotic as they are good.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold\"\u003eAnd they’re going to defeat a demon lord … how?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003eIt’s been three months since Axel Hunter Radcliff fell through a magic portal into another world of dangerous monsters.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHailing from a family of Chosen Ones, he’s trained his whole life to be a hero. He just didn’t expect destiny to involve taming monster girls into semi-civilized adventurers. Or training them to form his tactical harem.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr their giant robots. Or their conspicuous anime tropes. Or the geeky succubus “Sexy Wizard” who transformed them in the first place.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen a new minotaur girl shows up at his hot spring, he realizes the Sexy Wizard needs his help, too. She’s been captured by some of her own creations—but this time there’s a twist. These dragon ladies used to be two of his monster hunting friends, Jaz and Pix.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith all the isekai tropes tied up in his destiny, Axel expected a demon lord. What he didn’t expect was Demon Lord Jaspartina “Jaz” Red and her Demon Lord General Tailer “Pix” Weaver!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd, after a mere three months, he doesn’t have the stats to face his final boss.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFortunately, his magic power grows with his romantic bonds. And he has a whole harem of devoted monster girls eager to help raise his stats.\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold\"\u003eWARNING:\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold a-text-italic\"\u003eMonster Girl Tamer\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003eis a fun isekai LitRPG fantasy action adventure where the hero saves the day and gets\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold a-text-italic\"\u003eall\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold\"\u003ethe girls. (So don’t read it and then complain about the spice. Y’all know exactly what you’re getting into.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eThis product is a premium paperback novel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePrefer a different format? \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/store.holowriting.com\/pages\/monster-girl-tamer\"\u003eClick here.\u003c\/a\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/edieskye.com\/book\/blood-knight\/\"\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cimg style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" src=\"https:\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0718\/5471\/9267\/files\/Depositphotos_4583318_S_100x100.jpg?v=1675805195\" alt=\"\"\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n \n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eEnjoy a sample from I'M AN ISEKAI HERO! OF COURSE I'M FIGHTING A DEMON LORD\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cb\u003ePROLOGUE\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\nThe summons came by Howitzer Beetle.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eMore precisely, it came when the beetle buzzed through Jaz’s balcony bug net, blasted a stone through Pix’s bedroom window, then shouted “Hunters, I require you!” in a familiar, regal voice. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eThe Howitzer Beetle was distinct for the tube that ran from nasal opening to back. Articulate hind legs allowed it to toss debris inside, which it would then project at lethal, or at least very attention-getting speeds. This, combined with its ability to imitate speech like a parrot, made it Harly’s messenger of choice. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eFor, when the fusillade of a Howitzer Beetle woke you up, you answered.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eSo it was that Pix and Jaz rushed through the jungle.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I can just smell the gems already!” Jaz practically drooled, bounding through a patch of carnivorous plants with all the enthusiasm of a track and field junkie. “Harly’s probably got an incredible bounty for us. Why else would she wake us up like that?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003ePix wove nimbly around the same obstacle—just as fast but much less noisily.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“It can’t be a regular bounty. There’s something else afoot here.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eTailer “Pix” Weaver and Jaspartina “Jaz” Red matched as well as deep-fried potatoes and pepperpickle ice cream—which was to say, they shouldn’t have, but they did. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003ePix, nicknamed thus for her bright red pixie cut, ran in a dark set of full-body leather armor with a heavily marked-up Hunter’s Handbook hanging from a shoulder strap. The scabbard at her waist held a vertically-split blade with a revolving cylinder sandwiched between its forte and hilt, but she clutched the book in a way that suggested she’d rather solve problems than fight them. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eJaz, meanwhile, sprinted in a plate mail bikini top segmented for maximum jiggle, red leather hot pants, and sunglasses on her sporty black hair. An enormous monsterbone greatsword bounced on one shoulder, her hand on its hilt in the manner of one who solved problems by bashing first. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Now that you mention it”—Jaz somersaulted over a log—”how did Harly get her voice in the beetle? It’s not like she can talk. Not like us, anyway.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“That’s why I’m suspicious,” Pix replied.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eThey knew the path well and soon pushed aside teal ferns to unveil an idyllic clearing, marked by a majestic waterfall that nourished the glen’s rolling greenery. A sweeping wonderland of butterflies and bioluminescent bugs fluttered about like fairy dust.\u003cbr\u003eIn the center of that whirl stood the woman.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eShe towered seven feet tall, including her headpiece, which resembled an old-timey wimple merged with a jester’s hat—or perhaps horns. Yes, more likely horns, for though her clothing brimmed fierce with color, it also brimmed fierce with armor. Sea green chitinous pieces hugged her voluptuous curves, except where they flared out into bustle or ballgown-esque flourishes. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eThe support was probably necessary, for the firm neckline of the chest plate cupped a pair of breasts so voluminous Pix half-expected them to attract satellites. Her face was sharp, with pouty, glamorous lips—and as if all that didn’t command sufficient attention, the jungle sun refracted through the sequin-like gems on her armor, casting a vibrant explosion of color through her immediate area.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eJaz flicked down her sunglasses to ease the eye strain.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eThe mysterious fashionista faced them with an imperious sneer.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Finally, someone competent enough to help! Do you see this? My skeleton is on the inside!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eThe voice was identical to the Howitzer Beetle’s.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Harly?” Pix exclaimed. “Is that you?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Of course it’s me! How could you confuse this armor with anyone else’s? Even if what it contains is disgusting.” \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eJaz frolicked up to examine Harly’s new shape. “So this isn’t a new form for fashion hunter week?” \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Of course not!” \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“But you’d kill it on the catwalk!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I kill wherever I please.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I mean dress to kill.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I kill however I please, whether through violence or fashion, but that’s beside the point! Why would I change my original form? I was perfect! And now my beautiful skeleton is ON THE INSIDE!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I … can see how that’d be disturbing for you,” Pix mused.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eFor most people, that condition would have been the opposite of a problem—but Harly was not most people. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eWhether she was a person at all was up for debate within the Society for the Exploration of the Monstrous Continent, because she was more commonly known as the Harlequin Mantis. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eHer typical form was that of a three-story-tall mantid monster, her exoskeleton shaped into the chitin equivalent of a puffy-sleeved ballgown, and her antennae swept up into a playfully fashionable headdress. Gems grew along the spines that formed her artificial bustle, granting her a natural scattering of jewelry, and rendering her, truly, one of the most beautiful creatures on the continent. She rarely left her clearing to cause trouble, so the Society’s hunters usually left her alone.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eUntil one hunter hadn’t.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eUntil Jaspartina Red had gotten it in her head to stick an Earworm in the mantis’ ear … and through the telepathy it granted, learned she was a captivating conversationalist. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eToo captivating to be of purely monster intelligence. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eWhich begged the question: What made a person a person, and a monster a monster, if some monsters could think like people?\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eHarly’s present form only complicated this question. Pix circled the woman more analytically than her partner.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“This wasn’t a voluntary transformation?” \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Absolutely not! What use would I have for this nonsense?” Harly smacked the side of her breasts. The resulting motion was the kind of absurd, hypnotic display that men would spend small fortunes to see on stage, even from the cheapest and most suspiciously stained of seats.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eEven Jaz decided she wanted a closer look. She laid her greatsword on the ground, clicked a few gems to new positions, then mounted it like a surfboard. In a burst of pink and red flames, the rocket-powered greatsword conveyed her above and before Harly, because of course Jaz would customize her greatsword for flight.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eShe brought the greatsword into a flame-plumed hover and bent in for a conspicuous look.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Wow. You could make bank in Skull Harbor with jugs like that. Could you imagine the striptease? Is your armor removable, or is it part of you? That could complicate things if—”\u003cbr\u003eHarly waved a dismissive hand, the pointy tips of her hard elbow-length “gloves” rendering her all the more imperious.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I’m not interested in such crass activities, nor men who won’t let me rip their heads off at the end of the night. Really, your legalities are so frustrating. How’s a female supposed to get off under those conditions? We monsters have no concept of ‘murder’ and we get along just fine.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eIn retrospect, Pix thought, perhaps the casual acceptance of murder-for-the-purposes-of-arousal was the difference between people and monsters.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“We don’t rip the heads off our partners,” she said with a shiver.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Oh, you poor, sheltered thing. The permanence of the death is part of the pleasure.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003ePix flailed her hands. “Can we stop talking about mantis mating rituals and get to why you called us here?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“If you wish.” Harly gestured to herself with a revolted sneer. “I wish this handled. This humanoid spine is insufficient to support these monstrosities, and my back aches. I’ll pay you every gem on the last carapace I shed to capture the person who caused this and force him to change me back.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Not that I don’t appreciate the offer, but why hire us?” Jaz asked, taking a seat on her still-hovering greatsword. “You were a badass motherfucker in your original form, and you’re just a hotter BAMF in this one. Heck, you can one-shot most monsters when you want to, and now you’ve got built-in distractions!” She lowered her sunglasses at Harly’s chest.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“That’s just it; I don’t want to. I want to stay cozy by my waterfall eating bugs and sunbathing while I pay competent peasants to solve my problems for me.” She tilted her chin, then added, “You’re the peasants.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I can’t say we’d mind the pay.” Pix shrugged, long used to Harly’s insults.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“You know it’s a person?” Jaz asked. “Not some random magic or artifact from the sky or whatever?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Where exactly did your change happen?” Pix inquired.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I was on a day trip to the Hellpits,” Harly said. “Its springs are quite invigorating, and their minerals fortify my exoskeleton nicely.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I thought you hated water,” Pix said. “Wasn’t that why you didn’t help us with the Screecher last time?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Hot springs are different. They’re soothing for both the chitin and the soul, and they don’t have fish shit in them. Anyway, I was preparing to leave when someone ran by my spring. I felt odd afterward, like I do when I’m in the mood to rip off some good head.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“You mean you were horny?” Jaz guessed.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I believe that’s your equivalent. Anyway, my body began to change soon after, and then my exoskeleton ejected me, in this form! The nerve! My own exoskeleton! The only coinciding event was the passing hunter, so I know he’s responsible.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“You’re sure it’s a man?” Pix asked.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“No, but what other sort of person would saddle me with these ridiculous things?” She slapped her breasts again, eliciting yet another hypnotic gazong! “I’m not even a mammal!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003ePix and Jaz traded a glance. It had been some time since the last incident, but this situation sounded awfully similar to one they’d encountered two months ago. The monsters involved had been much lower level than Harly, but they’d still been turned into sexy Thicc Variant monster girls, all by a passing mysterious figure.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eBut given Harly’s … open-mindedness toward killing, Pix wanted to approach the situation carefully.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I have some ideas,” Pix began, “but first I want to—”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Sounds like the Sexy Wizard is behind this!” Jaz declared.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003ePix sighed. Of course Jaz would blurt out what she’d hoped to hide.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eHarly’s eyes perked with fresh interest. “The Sexy Wizard? Oh my. Can you describe his head for me? How satisfyingly do you think his neck would snap?” She shivered, the thought already making her wet, or whatever the Thicc Harlequin Mantis equivalent was. \u003cbr\u003ePix didn’t know and wasn’t curious enough to find out.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“The wizard isn’t a man.” \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eHarly drooped. “And here I thought this might take an interesting turn.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“The Society’s already investigating her,” Pix continued, referring to the Society for the Exploration of the Monstrous Continent. “She’s turned at least two other monsters into monster girls.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Have any turned back?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“No, but they don’t seem to be in any hurry to.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Why not?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“They’re gettin’ good dick,” Jaz chimed, then perked with an idea of her own. “Do you think Harly’s meant to be one of Axel’s monster girls?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“‘Meant to be’?” Harly furrowed her brow. “Who is this ‘Axel’ and what does he have to do with the Sexy Wizard?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“He’s a Chosen One and he’s collecting monster girls to save the world or whatever. He’s wooed every monster girl the wizard’s created thus far into his harem, so maybe you’re a candidate? I mean, if he’s going to save the world, it’d be helpful to have a girlfriend with a magic beam cannon.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I am not a bug to be collected!” Harly snarled. “Nor am I a monster girl! These”—she smacked her breasts again—”are quite womanly traits!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“What trope would she even fit?” Pix asked, trying to downplay the suggestion. “Don’t all Axel’s monster girls fit some kind of … He called it an ‘anime’ trope?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Oh! Yandere, definitely.” Jaz plunged into one of her pouches with the enthusiasm of a feral raccoon who’d just found a whole dumpster of crack, only to produce a beaten-up paperback featuring a sparsely-clothed, pointy-eared woman whose proportions defied the esoteric laws of time, space, physics only bespectacled bow tie-wearing sci-fi authors cared about, and probably a few RPG rule sets. The title of this Most Important Literary Work was The Second Coming of Beeflord Assgetter. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“It’s not anime,” Jaz continued, “but according to Axel, its tropes line up pretty closely. We talked about it during last month’s book club meeting. Anyway, wanting to rip a dude’s head off after sex definitely falls into the crazy girlfriend category, which is yandere to a T.”\u003cbr\u003e“Yandere isn’t generic crazy,” Pix countered. “Based upon what Axel said, the yandere is crazy for the male lead, at the expense of people who threaten him.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“What sort of book club is this?” Harly snatched the book from Jaz’s hands and thumbed through it.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“If anything, Harly’s the Princess trope,” Pix continued.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Oh, that’s a much better fit!” Jaz exclaimed. “Harly, give us a laugh.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eHarly raised the back of her hand to her mouth and unleashed a high-pitched, musical, “OH-HO-HO-HO!” that left no doubt as to who was the most infuriatingly entitled of all royalty in the land. At least, until it devolved into a cackle worthy of a witch who’d finally gotten fed up with the princess’ shit and had a wicked curse waiting for her.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Maybe Harly’s just Harly,” Pix observed with a shrug.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I am not just me; I am absolutely me,” Harly preened. “But tell me more of this Axel, Sexy Wizard, and monster girl dick-getting. Is it truly so spectacular that it earns their complete allegiance?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“There’s more to it than that, I think,” Pix said. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“The hot springs and the game nights are big pluses, too,” Jaz added.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Hot springs?” Harly’s antennae-horns wiggled. “Is this where the dick happens?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Um, Harly?” Pix began nervously. “We know you’re a colossal eldritch-class monster, and in no way obliged to listen to us—”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Yes.” Harly said it as a statement of fact rather than a question.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“But if you woo Axel, could you please not rip off his head? He’s the first useful Chosen One that’s fallen through the Skies, ever.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“And he lets us come to Raging Cliff Hot Springs whenever we want,” Jaz chimed.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Ah! I see the opportunity for a trade, then. You capture the Sexy Wizard and force her to change me back, and I’ll spare this eligible friend of yours.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Which also gives Axel motivation to help us find her!” Jaz exclaimed. “Win win! We could enlist him and his monster girls to help!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“No!” Pix snapped. “Axel has nothing to do with this!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Why not? He’s already trying to find the Sexy Wizard!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Yes, but—Skies dammit, Jaz. He’s not trying to find her for the same reason Harly is. Or even the Society.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Why’s your Society trying to find her?” Harly asked.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Because she’s turning monsters into powered-up monster girls,” Pix explained. “Axel’s tamed all the monster girls so far, but eventually she’s going to create one that’s a genuine danger. The Society wants to find her before she does that.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Why’s this ‘Axel’ trying to find her, then, if not to stop the danger she presents?” Harly took on a pensive look. “Does he want to force her to make more?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“No, he’s not like that. He thinks she’s a monster girl, too, and he wants to help her.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Well. That just won’t do.” Harly crossed her arms and glared. “No one who moves my skeleton gets away with it.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“What do you mean?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Maybe I’ll eat her. After she changes me back, of course.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“That would be murder,” Pix stated firmly.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Yes, I know how your laws work, much as I disagree with them. You’re only allowed to kill monsters—” Harly’s eyes gleamed. “Wait. If she’s a monster girl, does she count as a monster, or as a girl? Do the murder laws not apply to her? How does it work?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eThat, too, was a subject under debate at the Society. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“The Society doesn’t allow us to act as hit men,” Pix replied. “Or in a way that makes us complicit in such behavior. We’ll help the Sexy Wizard turn you back, but we’re not going to let you kill her.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“What if I throw in an extra carapace of gems?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Our morals aren’t for sale.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Mine are,” Jaz said, and Pix glared at her. “What? I’m just being honest here.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eHarly regarded them with an air of frustration, then shrugged the matter aside.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I appreciate your honesty, and I suppose I can be satisfied with merely being changed back. When it comes down to it, you’ve done good work for me before. There are no other hunters I’d rather hire.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Aww, thanks!” Jaz beamed. “There’s no other mantis I’d consider taking morally-questionable bounties from!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“We’ll set off to the area of the Hellpits where you encountered the Sexy Wizard as soon as possible,” Pix said, “and report back once we know something.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eA snide, sly smile slipped across Harly’s face. “Oh, you won’t be going alone.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Pardon?” Pix’s face quirked.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“What’s that face for?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“You just had the most insidious smile I’ve ever seen.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Did I really?” Harly raised both hands and patted her soft, squishy cheeks. “I suppose I shall have to get used to facial expressions, too. Skies, I hate this body. I miss having a face that doesn’t emote.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“What do you mean we won’t be going alone?” \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eHarly stopped squishing her face. “You said there were two other monster girls. Your information is outdated. There is another, and she works for me.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eShe raised the back of her hand to her lips. Another villainous princess laugh trilled through the jungle, echoing with the weight of a whole lot of foreshadowing.\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c!----\u003e","brand":"Spice Rack Press","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":54266339623203,"sku":"MGT2-SIGNEDPAPERBACK","price":19.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0718\/5471\/9267\/files\/Monster_Girl_Tamer_2_SIGNED_Shopify_Paperback_2025.jpg?v=1755732453"},{"product_id":"print-im-an-isekai-hero-of-course-im-fighting-a-demon-lord-monster-girl-tamer-2-paperback-more-cowgirl-variant-cover","title":"UNSIGNED PRINT: I'm an Isekai Hero! Of Course I'm Fighting a Demon Lord (Monster Girl Tamer #2) (Paperback) - MORE COWGIRL VARIANT COVER","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eBook Two in the Monster Girl Tamer series. Published by Spice Rack Press.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAbout this premium PAPERBACK:\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cb id=\"docs-internal-guid-983566d7-7fff-a834-4b88-3fed374d99ad\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThis is an unsigned premium paperback, printed on demand just for you!\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePrefer a different format? \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/store.holowriting.com\/pages\/monster-girl-tamer\"\u003eClick here.\u003c\/a\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/edieskye.com\/book\/blood-knight\/\"\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"short-description std\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"two-thirds first genesis-author-pro-book-description\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold\"\u003eA thicc cowgirl with a thicker accent. A bookish succubus with an absurd secret. A demon, goblin, and oni girl who’re as chaotic as they are good.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold\"\u003eAnd they’re going to defeat a demon lord … how?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003eIt’s been three months since Axel Hunter Radcliff fell through a magic portal into another world of dangerous monsters.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHailing from a family of Chosen Ones, he’s trained his whole life to be a hero. He just didn’t expect destiny to involve taming monster girls into semi-civilized adventurers. Or training them to form his tactical harem.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr their giant robots. Or their conspicuous anime tropes. Or the geeky succubus “Sexy Wizard” who transformed them in the first place.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen a new minotaur girl shows up at his hot spring, he realizes the Sexy Wizard needs his help, too. She’s been captured by some of her own creations—but this time there’s a twist. These dragon ladies used to be two of his monster hunting friends, Jaz and Pix.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith all the isekai tropes tied up in his destiny, Axel expected a demon lord. What he didn’t expect was Demon Lord Jaspartina “Jaz” Red and her Demon Lord General Tailer “Pix” Weaver!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd, after a mere three months, he doesn’t have the stats to face his final boss.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFortunately, his magic power grows with his romantic bonds. And he has a whole harem of devoted monster girls eager to help raise his stats.\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold\"\u003eWARNING:\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold a-text-italic\"\u003eMonster Girl Tamer\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003eis a fun isekai LitRPG fantasy action adventure where the hero saves the day and gets\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold a-text-italic\"\u003eall\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold\"\u003ethe girls. (So don’t read it and then complain about the spice. Y’all know exactly what you’re getting into.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eThis product is a premium paperback novel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePrefer a different format? \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/store.holowriting.com\/pages\/monster-girl-tamer\"\u003eClick here.\u003c\/a\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/edieskye.com\/book\/blood-knight\/\"\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cimg style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" src=\"https:\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0718\/5471\/9267\/files\/Depositphotos_4583318_S_100x100.jpg?v=1675805195\" alt=\"\"\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n \n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eEnjoy a sample from I'M AN ISEKAI HERO! OF COURSE I'M FIGHTING A DEMON LORD\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cb\u003ePROLOGUE\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\nThe summons came by Howitzer Beetle.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eMore precisely, it came when the beetle buzzed through Jaz’s balcony bug net, blasted a stone through Pix’s bedroom window, then shouted “Hunters, I require you!” in a familiar, regal voice. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eThe Howitzer Beetle was distinct for the tube that ran from nasal opening to back. Articulate hind legs allowed it to toss debris inside, which it would then project at lethal, or at least very attention-getting speeds. This, combined with its ability to imitate speech like a parrot, made it Harly’s messenger of choice. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eFor, when the fusillade of a Howitzer Beetle woke you up, you answered.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eSo it was that Pix and Jaz rushed through the jungle.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I can just smell the gems already!” Jaz practically drooled, bounding through a patch of carnivorous plants with all the enthusiasm of a track and field junkie. “Harly’s probably got an incredible bounty for us. Why else would she wake us up like that?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003ePix wove nimbly around the same obstacle—just as fast but much less noisily.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“It can’t be a regular bounty. There’s something else afoot here.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eTailer “Pix” Weaver and Jaspartina “Jaz” Red matched as well as deep-fried potatoes and pepperpickle ice cream—which was to say, they shouldn’t have, but they did. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003ePix, nicknamed thus for her bright red pixie cut, ran in a dark set of full-body leather armor with a heavily marked-up Hunter’s Handbook hanging from a shoulder strap. The scabbard at her waist held a vertically-split blade with a revolving cylinder sandwiched between its forte and hilt, but she clutched the book in a way that suggested she’d rather solve problems than fight them. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eJaz, meanwhile, sprinted in a plate mail bikini top segmented for maximum jiggle, red leather hot pants, and sunglasses on her sporty black hair. An enormous monsterbone greatsword bounced on one shoulder, her hand on its hilt in the manner of one who solved problems by bashing first. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Now that you mention it”—Jaz somersaulted over a log—”how did Harly get her voice in the beetle? It’s not like she can talk. Not like us, anyway.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“That’s why I’m suspicious,” Pix replied.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eThey knew the path well and soon pushed aside teal ferns to unveil an idyllic clearing, marked by a majestic waterfall that nourished the glen’s rolling greenery. A sweeping wonderland of butterflies and bioluminescent bugs fluttered about like fairy dust.\u003cbr\u003eIn the center of that whirl stood the woman.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eShe towered seven feet tall, including her headpiece, which resembled an old-timey wimple merged with a jester’s hat—or perhaps horns. Yes, more likely horns, for though her clothing brimmed fierce with color, it also brimmed fierce with armor. Sea green chitinous pieces hugged her voluptuous curves, except where they flared out into bustle or ballgown-esque flourishes. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eThe support was probably necessary, for the firm neckline of the chest plate cupped a pair of breasts so voluminous Pix half-expected them to attract satellites. Her face was sharp, with pouty, glamorous lips—and as if all that didn’t command sufficient attention, the jungle sun refracted through the sequin-like gems on her armor, casting a vibrant explosion of color through her immediate area.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eJaz flicked down her sunglasses to ease the eye strain.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eThe mysterious fashionista faced them with an imperious sneer.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Finally, someone competent enough to help! Do you see this? My skeleton is on the inside!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eThe voice was identical to the Howitzer Beetle’s.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Harly?” Pix exclaimed. “Is that you?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Of course it’s me! How could you confuse this armor with anyone else’s? Even if what it contains is disgusting.” \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eJaz frolicked up to examine Harly’s new shape. “So this isn’t a new form for fashion hunter week?” \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Of course not!” \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“But you’d kill it on the catwalk!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I kill wherever I please.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I mean dress to kill.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I kill however I please, whether through violence or fashion, but that’s beside the point! Why would I change my original form? I was perfect! And now my beautiful skeleton is ON THE INSIDE!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I … can see how that’d be disturbing for you,” Pix mused.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eFor most people, that condition would have been the opposite of a problem—but Harly was not most people. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eWhether she was a person at all was up for debate within the Society for the Exploration of the Monstrous Continent, because she was more commonly known as the Harlequin Mantis. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eHer typical form was that of a three-story-tall mantid monster, her exoskeleton shaped into the chitin equivalent of a puffy-sleeved ballgown, and her antennae swept up into a playfully fashionable headdress. Gems grew along the spines that formed her artificial bustle, granting her a natural scattering of jewelry, and rendering her, truly, one of the most beautiful creatures on the continent. She rarely left her clearing to cause trouble, so the Society’s hunters usually left her alone.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eUntil one hunter hadn’t.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eUntil Jaspartina Red had gotten it in her head to stick an Earworm in the mantis’ ear … and through the telepathy it granted, learned she was a captivating conversationalist. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eToo captivating to be of purely monster intelligence. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eWhich begged the question: What made a person a person, and a monster a monster, if some monsters could think like people?\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eHarly’s present form only complicated this question. Pix circled the woman more analytically than her partner.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“This wasn’t a voluntary transformation?” \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Absolutely not! What use would I have for this nonsense?” Harly smacked the side of her breasts. The resulting motion was the kind of absurd, hypnotic display that men would spend small fortunes to see on stage, even from the cheapest and most suspiciously stained of seats.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eEven Jaz decided she wanted a closer look. She laid her greatsword on the ground, clicked a few gems to new positions, then mounted it like a surfboard. In a burst of pink and red flames, the rocket-powered greatsword conveyed her above and before Harly, because of course Jaz would customize her greatsword for flight.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eShe brought the greatsword into a flame-plumed hover and bent in for a conspicuous look.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Wow. You could make bank in Skull Harbor with jugs like that. Could you imagine the striptease? Is your armor removable, or is it part of you? That could complicate things if—”\u003cbr\u003eHarly waved a dismissive hand, the pointy tips of her hard elbow-length “gloves” rendering her all the more imperious.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I’m not interested in such crass activities, nor men who won’t let me rip their heads off at the end of the night. Really, your legalities are so frustrating. How’s a female supposed to get off under those conditions? We monsters have no concept of ‘murder’ and we get along just fine.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eIn retrospect, Pix thought, perhaps the casual acceptance of murder-for-the-purposes-of-arousal was the difference between people and monsters.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“We don’t rip the heads off our partners,” she said with a shiver.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Oh, you poor, sheltered thing. The permanence of the death is part of the pleasure.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003ePix flailed her hands. “Can we stop talking about mantis mating rituals and get to why you called us here?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“If you wish.” Harly gestured to herself with a revolted sneer. “I wish this handled. This humanoid spine is insufficient to support these monstrosities, and my back aches. I’ll pay you every gem on the last carapace I shed to capture the person who caused this and force him to change me back.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Not that I don’t appreciate the offer, but why hire us?” Jaz asked, taking a seat on her still-hovering greatsword. “You were a badass motherfucker in your original form, and you’re just a hotter BAMF in this one. Heck, you can one-shot most monsters when you want to, and now you’ve got built-in distractions!” She lowered her sunglasses at Harly’s chest.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“That’s just it; I don’t want to. I want to stay cozy by my waterfall eating bugs and sunbathing while I pay competent peasants to solve my problems for me.” She tilted her chin, then added, “You’re the peasants.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I can’t say we’d mind the pay.” Pix shrugged, long used to Harly’s insults.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“You know it’s a person?” Jaz asked. “Not some random magic or artifact from the sky or whatever?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Where exactly did your change happen?” Pix inquired.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I was on a day trip to the Hellpits,” Harly said. “Its springs are quite invigorating, and their minerals fortify my exoskeleton nicely.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I thought you hated water,” Pix said. “Wasn’t that why you didn’t help us with the Screecher last time?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Hot springs are different. They’re soothing for both the chitin and the soul, and they don’t have fish shit in them. Anyway, I was preparing to leave when someone ran by my spring. I felt odd afterward, like I do when I’m in the mood to rip off some good head.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“You mean you were horny?” Jaz guessed.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I believe that’s your equivalent. Anyway, my body began to change soon after, and then my exoskeleton ejected me, in this form! The nerve! My own exoskeleton! The only coinciding event was the passing hunter, so I know he’s responsible.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“You’re sure it’s a man?” Pix asked.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“No, but what other sort of person would saddle me with these ridiculous things?” She slapped her breasts again, eliciting yet another hypnotic gazong! “I’m not even a mammal!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003ePix and Jaz traded a glance. It had been some time since the last incident, but this situation sounded awfully similar to one they’d encountered two months ago. The monsters involved had been much lower level than Harly, but they’d still been turned into sexy Thicc Variant monster girls, all by a passing mysterious figure.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eBut given Harly’s … open-mindedness toward killing, Pix wanted to approach the situation carefully.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I have some ideas,” Pix began, “but first I want to—”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Sounds like the Sexy Wizard is behind this!” Jaz declared.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003ePix sighed. Of course Jaz would blurt out what she’d hoped to hide.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eHarly’s eyes perked with fresh interest. “The Sexy Wizard? Oh my. Can you describe his head for me? How satisfyingly do you think his neck would snap?” She shivered, the thought already making her wet, or whatever the Thicc Harlequin Mantis equivalent was. \u003cbr\u003ePix didn’t know and wasn’t curious enough to find out.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“The wizard isn’t a man.” \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eHarly drooped. “And here I thought this might take an interesting turn.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“The Society’s already investigating her,” Pix continued, referring to the Society for the Exploration of the Monstrous Continent. “She’s turned at least two other monsters into monster girls.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Have any turned back?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“No, but they don’t seem to be in any hurry to.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Why not?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“They’re gettin’ good dick,” Jaz chimed, then perked with an idea of her own. “Do you think Harly’s meant to be one of Axel’s monster girls?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“‘Meant to be’?” Harly furrowed her brow. “Who is this ‘Axel’ and what does he have to do with the Sexy Wizard?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“He’s a Chosen One and he’s collecting monster girls to save the world or whatever. He’s wooed every monster girl the wizard’s created thus far into his harem, so maybe you’re a candidate? I mean, if he’s going to save the world, it’d be helpful to have a girlfriend with a magic beam cannon.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I am not a bug to be collected!” Harly snarled. “Nor am I a monster girl! These”—she smacked her breasts again—”are quite womanly traits!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“What trope would she even fit?” Pix asked, trying to downplay the suggestion. “Don’t all Axel’s monster girls fit some kind of … He called it an ‘anime’ trope?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Oh! Yandere, definitely.” Jaz plunged into one of her pouches with the enthusiasm of a feral raccoon who’d just found a whole dumpster of crack, only to produce a beaten-up paperback featuring a sparsely-clothed, pointy-eared woman whose proportions defied the esoteric laws of time, space, physics only bespectacled bow tie-wearing sci-fi authors cared about, and probably a few RPG rule sets. The title of this Most Important Literary Work was The Second Coming of Beeflord Assgetter. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“It’s not anime,” Jaz continued, “but according to Axel, its tropes line up pretty closely. We talked about it during last month’s book club meeting. Anyway, wanting to rip a dude’s head off after sex definitely falls into the crazy girlfriend category, which is yandere to a T.”\u003cbr\u003e“Yandere isn’t generic crazy,” Pix countered. “Based upon what Axel said, the yandere is crazy for the male lead, at the expense of people who threaten him.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“What sort of book club is this?” Harly snatched the book from Jaz’s hands and thumbed through it.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“If anything, Harly’s the Princess trope,” Pix continued.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Oh, that’s a much better fit!” Jaz exclaimed. “Harly, give us a laugh.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eHarly raised the back of her hand to her mouth and unleashed a high-pitched, musical, “OH-HO-HO-HO!” that left no doubt as to who was the most infuriatingly entitled of all royalty in the land. At least, until it devolved into a cackle worthy of a witch who’d finally gotten fed up with the princess’ shit and had a wicked curse waiting for her.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Maybe Harly’s just Harly,” Pix observed with a shrug.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I am not just me; I am absolutely me,” Harly preened. “But tell me more of this Axel, Sexy Wizard, and monster girl dick-getting. Is it truly so spectacular that it earns their complete allegiance?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“There’s more to it than that, I think,” Pix said. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“The hot springs and the game nights are big pluses, too,” Jaz added.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Hot springs?” Harly’s antennae-horns wiggled. “Is this where the dick happens?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Um, Harly?” Pix began nervously. “We know you’re a colossal eldritch-class monster, and in no way obliged to listen to us—”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Yes.” Harly said it as a statement of fact rather than a question.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“But if you woo Axel, could you please not rip off his head? He’s the first useful Chosen One that’s fallen through the Skies, ever.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“And he lets us come to Raging Cliff Hot Springs whenever we want,” Jaz chimed.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Ah! I see the opportunity for a trade, then. You capture the Sexy Wizard and force her to change me back, and I’ll spare this eligible friend of yours.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Which also gives Axel motivation to help us find her!” Jaz exclaimed. “Win win! We could enlist him and his monster girls to help!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“No!” Pix snapped. “Axel has nothing to do with this!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Why not? He’s already trying to find the Sexy Wizard!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Yes, but—Skies dammit, Jaz. He’s not trying to find her for the same reason Harly is. Or even the Society.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Why’s your Society trying to find her?” Harly asked.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Because she’s turning monsters into powered-up monster girls,” Pix explained. “Axel’s tamed all the monster girls so far, but eventually she’s going to create one that’s a genuine danger. The Society wants to find her before she does that.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Why’s this ‘Axel’ trying to find her, then, if not to stop the danger she presents?” Harly took on a pensive look. “Does he want to force her to make more?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“No, he’s not like that. He thinks she’s a monster girl, too, and he wants to help her.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Well. That just won’t do.” Harly crossed her arms and glared. “No one who moves my skeleton gets away with it.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“What do you mean?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Maybe I’ll eat her. After she changes me back, of course.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“That would be murder,” Pix stated firmly.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Yes, I know how your laws work, much as I disagree with them. You’re only allowed to kill monsters—” Harly’s eyes gleamed. “Wait. If she’s a monster girl, does she count as a monster, or as a girl? Do the murder laws not apply to her? How does it work?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eThat, too, was a subject under debate at the Society. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“The Society doesn’t allow us to act as hit men,” Pix replied. “Or in a way that makes us complicit in such behavior. We’ll help the Sexy Wizard turn you back, but we’re not going to let you kill her.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“What if I throw in an extra carapace of gems?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Our morals aren’t for sale.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Mine are,” Jaz said, and Pix glared at her. “What? I’m just being honest here.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eHarly regarded them with an air of frustration, then shrugged the matter aside.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I appreciate your honesty, and I suppose I can be satisfied with merely being changed back. When it comes down to it, you’ve done good work for me before. There are no other hunters I’d rather hire.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Aww, thanks!” Jaz beamed. “There’s no other mantis I’d consider taking morally-questionable bounties from!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“We’ll set off to the area of the Hellpits where you encountered the Sexy Wizard as soon as possible,” Pix said, “and report back once we know something.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eA snide, sly smile slipped across Harly’s face. “Oh, you won’t be going alone.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Pardon?” Pix’s face quirked.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“What’s that face for?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“You just had the most insidious smile I’ve ever seen.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Did I really?” Harly raised both hands and patted her soft, squishy cheeks. “I suppose I shall have to get used to facial expressions, too. Skies, I hate this body. I miss having a face that doesn’t emote.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“What do you mean we won’t be going alone?” \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eHarly stopped squishing her face. “You said there were two other monster girls. Your information is outdated. There is another, and she works for me.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eShe raised the back of her hand to her lips. Another villainous princess laugh trilled through the jungle, echoing with the weight of a whole lot of foreshadowing.\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c!----\u003e","brand":"Spice Rack Press","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":54266368557347,"sku":"MGT2-MORE","price":19.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0718\/5471\/9267\/files\/Monster_Girl_Tamer_1_MORE_COWGIRL_Paperback_2025.jpg?v=1755732889"},{"product_id":"print-im-an-isekai-hero-of-course-im-fighting-a-demon-lord-monster-girl-tamer-2-paperback-less-cowgirl-variant-cover","title":"UNSIGNED PRINT: I'm an Isekai Hero! Of Course I'm Fighting a Demon Lord (Monster Girl Tamer #2) (Paperback) - LESS COWGIRL VARIANT COVER","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eBook Two in the Monster Girl Tamer series. Published by Spice Rack Press.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAbout this premium PAPERBACK:\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cb id=\"docs-internal-guid-983566d7-7fff-a834-4b88-3fed374d99ad\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThis is an unsigned premium paperback, printed on demand just for you!\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePrefer a different format? \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/store.holowriting.com\/pages\/monster-girl-tamer\"\u003eClick here.\u003c\/a\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/edieskye.com\/book\/blood-knight\/\"\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"short-description std\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"two-thirds first genesis-author-pro-book-description\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold\"\u003eA thicc cowgirl with a thicker accent. A bookish succubus with an absurd secret. A demon, goblin, and oni girl who’re as chaotic as they are good.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold\"\u003eAnd they’re going to defeat a demon lord … how?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003eIt’s been three months since Axel Hunter Radcliff fell through a magic portal into another world of dangerous monsters.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHailing from a family of Chosen Ones, he’s trained his whole life to be a hero. He just didn’t expect destiny to involve taming monster girls into semi-civilized adventurers. Or training them to form his tactical harem.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr their giant robots. Or their conspicuous anime tropes. Or the geeky succubus “Sexy Wizard” who transformed them in the first place.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen a new minotaur girl shows up at his hot spring, he realizes the Sexy Wizard needs his help, too. She’s been captured by some of her own creations—but this time there’s a twist. These dragon ladies used to be two of his monster hunting friends, Jaz and Pix.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith all the isekai tropes tied up in his destiny, Axel expected a demon lord. What he didn’t expect was Demon Lord Jaspartina “Jaz” Red and her Demon Lord General Tailer “Pix” Weaver!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd, after a mere three months, he doesn’t have the stats to face his final boss.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFortunately, his magic power grows with his romantic bonds. And he has a whole harem of devoted monster girls eager to help raise his stats.\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold\"\u003eWARNING:\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold a-text-italic\"\u003eMonster Girl Tamer\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003eis a fun isekai LitRPG fantasy action adventure where the hero saves the day and gets\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold a-text-italic\"\u003eall\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold\"\u003ethe girls. (So don’t read it and then complain about the spice. Y’all know exactly what you’re getting into.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eThis product is a premium paperback novel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePrefer a different format? \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/store.holowriting.com\/pages\/monster-girl-tamer\"\u003eClick here.\u003c\/a\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/edieskye.com\/book\/blood-knight\/\"\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cimg style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" src=\"https:\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0718\/5471\/9267\/files\/Depositphotos_4583318_S_100x100.jpg?v=1675805195\" alt=\"\"\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n \n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eEnjoy a sample from I'M AN ISEKAI HERO! OF COURSE I'M FIGHTING A DEMON LORD\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cb\u003ePROLOGUE\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\nThe summons came by Howitzer Beetle.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eMore precisely, it came when the beetle buzzed through Jaz’s balcony bug net, blasted a stone through Pix’s bedroom window, then shouted “Hunters, I require you!” in a familiar, regal voice. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eThe Howitzer Beetle was distinct for the tube that ran from nasal opening to back. Articulate hind legs allowed it to toss debris inside, which it would then project at lethal, or at least very attention-getting speeds. This, combined with its ability to imitate speech like a parrot, made it Harly’s messenger of choice. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eFor, when the fusillade of a Howitzer Beetle woke you up, you answered.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eSo it was that Pix and Jaz rushed through the jungle.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I can just smell the gems already!” Jaz practically drooled, bounding through a patch of carnivorous plants with all the enthusiasm of a track and field junkie. “Harly’s probably got an incredible bounty for us. Why else would she wake us up like that?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003ePix wove nimbly around the same obstacle—just as fast but much less noisily.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“It can’t be a regular bounty. There’s something else afoot here.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eTailer “Pix” Weaver and Jaspartina “Jaz” Red matched as well as deep-fried potatoes and pepperpickle ice cream—which was to say, they shouldn’t have, but they did. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003ePix, nicknamed thus for her bright red pixie cut, ran in a dark set of full-body leather armor with a heavily marked-up Hunter’s Handbook hanging from a shoulder strap. The scabbard at her waist held a vertically-split blade with a revolving cylinder sandwiched between its forte and hilt, but she clutched the book in a way that suggested she’d rather solve problems than fight them. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eJaz, meanwhile, sprinted in a plate mail bikini top segmented for maximum jiggle, red leather hot pants, and sunglasses on her sporty black hair. An enormous monsterbone greatsword bounced on one shoulder, her hand on its hilt in the manner of one who solved problems by bashing first. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Now that you mention it”—Jaz somersaulted over a log—”how did Harly get her voice in the beetle? It’s not like she can talk. Not like us, anyway.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“That’s why I’m suspicious,” Pix replied.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eThey knew the path well and soon pushed aside teal ferns to unveil an idyllic clearing, marked by a majestic waterfall that nourished the glen’s rolling greenery. A sweeping wonderland of butterflies and bioluminescent bugs fluttered about like fairy dust.\u003cbr\u003eIn the center of that whirl stood the woman.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eShe towered seven feet tall, including her headpiece, which resembled an old-timey wimple merged with a jester’s hat—or perhaps horns. Yes, more likely horns, for though her clothing brimmed fierce with color, it also brimmed fierce with armor. Sea green chitinous pieces hugged her voluptuous curves, except where they flared out into bustle or ballgown-esque flourishes. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eThe support was probably necessary, for the firm neckline of the chest plate cupped a pair of breasts so voluminous Pix half-expected them to attract satellites. Her face was sharp, with pouty, glamorous lips—and as if all that didn’t command sufficient attention, the jungle sun refracted through the sequin-like gems on her armor, casting a vibrant explosion of color through her immediate area.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eJaz flicked down her sunglasses to ease the eye strain.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eThe mysterious fashionista faced them with an imperious sneer.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Finally, someone competent enough to help! Do you see this? My skeleton is on the inside!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eThe voice was identical to the Howitzer Beetle’s.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Harly?” Pix exclaimed. “Is that you?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Of course it’s me! How could you confuse this armor with anyone else’s? Even if what it contains is disgusting.” \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eJaz frolicked up to examine Harly’s new shape. “So this isn’t a new form for fashion hunter week?” \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Of course not!” \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“But you’d kill it on the catwalk!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I kill wherever I please.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I mean dress to kill.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I kill however I please, whether through violence or fashion, but that’s beside the point! Why would I change my original form? I was perfect! And now my beautiful skeleton is ON THE INSIDE!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I … can see how that’d be disturbing for you,” Pix mused.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eFor most people, that condition would have been the opposite of a problem—but Harly was not most people. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eWhether she was a person at all was up for debate within the Society for the Exploration of the Monstrous Continent, because she was more commonly known as the Harlequin Mantis. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eHer typical form was that of a three-story-tall mantid monster, her exoskeleton shaped into the chitin equivalent of a puffy-sleeved ballgown, and her antennae swept up into a playfully fashionable headdress. Gems grew along the spines that formed her artificial bustle, granting her a natural scattering of jewelry, and rendering her, truly, one of the most beautiful creatures on the continent. She rarely left her clearing to cause trouble, so the Society’s hunters usually left her alone.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eUntil one hunter hadn’t.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eUntil Jaspartina Red had gotten it in her head to stick an Earworm in the mantis’ ear … and through the telepathy it granted, learned she was a captivating conversationalist. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eToo captivating to be of purely monster intelligence. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eWhich begged the question: What made a person a person, and a monster a monster, if some monsters could think like people?\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eHarly’s present form only complicated this question. Pix circled the woman more analytically than her partner.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“This wasn’t a voluntary transformation?” \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Absolutely not! What use would I have for this nonsense?” Harly smacked the side of her breasts. The resulting motion was the kind of absurd, hypnotic display that men would spend small fortunes to see on stage, even from the cheapest and most suspiciously stained of seats.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eEven Jaz decided she wanted a closer look. She laid her greatsword on the ground, clicked a few gems to new positions, then mounted it like a surfboard. In a burst of pink and red flames, the rocket-powered greatsword conveyed her above and before Harly, because of course Jaz would customize her greatsword for flight.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eShe brought the greatsword into a flame-plumed hover and bent in for a conspicuous look.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Wow. You could make bank in Skull Harbor with jugs like that. Could you imagine the striptease? Is your armor removable, or is it part of you? That could complicate things if—”\u003cbr\u003eHarly waved a dismissive hand, the pointy tips of her hard elbow-length “gloves” rendering her all the more imperious.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I’m not interested in such crass activities, nor men who won’t let me rip their heads off at the end of the night. Really, your legalities are so frustrating. How’s a female supposed to get off under those conditions? We monsters have no concept of ‘murder’ and we get along just fine.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eIn retrospect, Pix thought, perhaps the casual acceptance of murder-for-the-purposes-of-arousal was the difference between people and monsters.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“We don’t rip the heads off our partners,” she said with a shiver.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Oh, you poor, sheltered thing. The permanence of the death is part of the pleasure.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003ePix flailed her hands. “Can we stop talking about mantis mating rituals and get to why you called us here?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“If you wish.” Harly gestured to herself with a revolted sneer. “I wish this handled. This humanoid spine is insufficient to support these monstrosities, and my back aches. I’ll pay you every gem on the last carapace I shed to capture the person who caused this and force him to change me back.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Not that I don’t appreciate the offer, but why hire us?” Jaz asked, taking a seat on her still-hovering greatsword. “You were a badass motherfucker in your original form, and you’re just a hotter BAMF in this one. Heck, you can one-shot most monsters when you want to, and now you’ve got built-in distractions!” She lowered her sunglasses at Harly’s chest.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“That’s just it; I don’t want to. I want to stay cozy by my waterfall eating bugs and sunbathing while I pay competent peasants to solve my problems for me.” She tilted her chin, then added, “You’re the peasants.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I can’t say we’d mind the pay.” Pix shrugged, long used to Harly’s insults.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“You know it’s a person?” Jaz asked. “Not some random magic or artifact from the sky or whatever?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Where exactly did your change happen?” Pix inquired.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I was on a day trip to the Hellpits,” Harly said. “Its springs are quite invigorating, and their minerals fortify my exoskeleton nicely.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I thought you hated water,” Pix said. “Wasn’t that why you didn’t help us with the Screecher last time?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Hot springs are different. They’re soothing for both the chitin and the soul, and they don’t have fish shit in them. Anyway, I was preparing to leave when someone ran by my spring. I felt odd afterward, like I do when I’m in the mood to rip off some good head.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“You mean you were horny?” Jaz guessed.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I believe that’s your equivalent. Anyway, my body began to change soon after, and then my exoskeleton ejected me, in this form! The nerve! My own exoskeleton! The only coinciding event was the passing hunter, so I know he’s responsible.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“You’re sure it’s a man?” Pix asked.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“No, but what other sort of person would saddle me with these ridiculous things?” She slapped her breasts again, eliciting yet another hypnotic gazong! “I’m not even a mammal!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003ePix and Jaz traded a glance. It had been some time since the last incident, but this situation sounded awfully similar to one they’d encountered two months ago. The monsters involved had been much lower level than Harly, but they’d still been turned into sexy Thicc Variant monster girls, all by a passing mysterious figure.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eBut given Harly’s … open-mindedness toward killing, Pix wanted to approach the situation carefully.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I have some ideas,” Pix began, “but first I want to—”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Sounds like the Sexy Wizard is behind this!” Jaz declared.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003ePix sighed. Of course Jaz would blurt out what she’d hoped to hide.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eHarly’s eyes perked with fresh interest. “The Sexy Wizard? Oh my. Can you describe his head for me? How satisfyingly do you think his neck would snap?” She shivered, the thought already making her wet, or whatever the Thicc Harlequin Mantis equivalent was. \u003cbr\u003ePix didn’t know and wasn’t curious enough to find out.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“The wizard isn’t a man.” \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eHarly drooped. “And here I thought this might take an interesting turn.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“The Society’s already investigating her,” Pix continued, referring to the Society for the Exploration of the Monstrous Continent. “She’s turned at least two other monsters into monster girls.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Have any turned back?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“No, but they don’t seem to be in any hurry to.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Why not?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“They’re gettin’ good dick,” Jaz chimed, then perked with an idea of her own. “Do you think Harly’s meant to be one of Axel’s monster girls?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“‘Meant to be’?” Harly furrowed her brow. “Who is this ‘Axel’ and what does he have to do with the Sexy Wizard?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“He’s a Chosen One and he’s collecting monster girls to save the world or whatever. He’s wooed every monster girl the wizard’s created thus far into his harem, so maybe you’re a candidate? I mean, if he’s going to save the world, it’d be helpful to have a girlfriend with a magic beam cannon.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I am not a bug to be collected!” Harly snarled. “Nor am I a monster girl! These”—she smacked her breasts again—”are quite womanly traits!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“What trope would she even fit?” Pix asked, trying to downplay the suggestion. “Don’t all Axel’s monster girls fit some kind of … He called it an ‘anime’ trope?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Oh! Yandere, definitely.” Jaz plunged into one of her pouches with the enthusiasm of a feral raccoon who’d just found a whole dumpster of crack, only to produce a beaten-up paperback featuring a sparsely-clothed, pointy-eared woman whose proportions defied the esoteric laws of time, space, physics only bespectacled bow tie-wearing sci-fi authors cared about, and probably a few RPG rule sets. The title of this Most Important Literary Work was The Second Coming of Beeflord Assgetter. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“It’s not anime,” Jaz continued, “but according to Axel, its tropes line up pretty closely. We talked about it during last month’s book club meeting. Anyway, wanting to rip a dude’s head off after sex definitely falls into the crazy girlfriend category, which is yandere to a T.”\u003cbr\u003e“Yandere isn’t generic crazy,” Pix countered. “Based upon what Axel said, the yandere is crazy for the male lead, at the expense of people who threaten him.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“What sort of book club is this?” Harly snatched the book from Jaz’s hands and thumbed through it.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“If anything, Harly’s the Princess trope,” Pix continued.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Oh, that’s a much better fit!” Jaz exclaimed. “Harly, give us a laugh.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eHarly raised the back of her hand to her mouth and unleashed a high-pitched, musical, “OH-HO-HO-HO!” that left no doubt as to who was the most infuriatingly entitled of all royalty in the land. At least, until it devolved into a cackle worthy of a witch who’d finally gotten fed up with the princess’ shit and had a wicked curse waiting for her.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Maybe Harly’s just Harly,” Pix observed with a shrug.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I am not just me; I am absolutely me,” Harly preened. “But tell me more of this Axel, Sexy Wizard, and monster girl dick-getting. Is it truly so spectacular that it earns their complete allegiance?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“There’s more to it than that, I think,” Pix said. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“The hot springs and the game nights are big pluses, too,” Jaz added.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Hot springs?” Harly’s antennae-horns wiggled. “Is this where the dick happens?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Um, Harly?” Pix began nervously. “We know you’re a colossal eldritch-class monster, and in no way obliged to listen to us—”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Yes.” Harly said it as a statement of fact rather than a question.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“But if you woo Axel, could you please not rip off his head? He’s the first useful Chosen One that’s fallen through the Skies, ever.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“And he lets us come to Raging Cliff Hot Springs whenever we want,” Jaz chimed.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Ah! I see the opportunity for a trade, then. You capture the Sexy Wizard and force her to change me back, and I’ll spare this eligible friend of yours.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Which also gives Axel motivation to help us find her!” Jaz exclaimed. “Win win! We could enlist him and his monster girls to help!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“No!” Pix snapped. “Axel has nothing to do with this!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Why not? He’s already trying to find the Sexy Wizard!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Yes, but—Skies dammit, Jaz. He’s not trying to find her for the same reason Harly is. Or even the Society.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Why’s your Society trying to find her?” Harly asked.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Because she’s turning monsters into powered-up monster girls,” Pix explained. “Axel’s tamed all the monster girls so far, but eventually she’s going to create one that’s a genuine danger. The Society wants to find her before she does that.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Why’s this ‘Axel’ trying to find her, then, if not to stop the danger she presents?” Harly took on a pensive look. “Does he want to force her to make more?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“No, he’s not like that. He thinks she’s a monster girl, too, and he wants to help her.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Well. That just won’t do.” Harly crossed her arms and glared. “No one who moves my skeleton gets away with it.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“What do you mean?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Maybe I’ll eat her. After she changes me back, of course.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“That would be murder,” Pix stated firmly.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Yes, I know how your laws work, much as I disagree with them. You’re only allowed to kill monsters—” Harly’s eyes gleamed. “Wait. If she’s a monster girl, does she count as a monster, or as a girl? Do the murder laws not apply to her? How does it work?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eThat, too, was a subject under debate at the Society. \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“The Society doesn’t allow us to act as hit men,” Pix replied. “Or in a way that makes us complicit in such behavior. We’ll help the Sexy Wizard turn you back, but we’re not going to let you kill her.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“What if I throw in an extra carapace of gems?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Our morals aren’t for sale.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Mine are,” Jaz said, and Pix glared at her. “What? I’m just being honest here.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eHarly regarded them with an air of frustration, then shrugged the matter aside.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“I appreciate your honesty, and I suppose I can be satisfied with merely being changed back. When it comes down to it, you’ve done good work for me before. There are no other hunters I’d rather hire.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Aww, thanks!” Jaz beamed. “There’s no other mantis I’d consider taking morally-questionable bounties from!”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“We’ll set off to the area of the Hellpits where you encountered the Sexy Wizard as soon as possible,” Pix said, “and report back once we know something.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eA snide, sly smile slipped across Harly’s face. “Oh, you won’t be going alone.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Pardon?” Pix’s face quirked.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“What’s that face for?”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“You just had the most insidious smile I’ve ever seen.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“Did I really?” Harly raised both hands and patted her soft, squishy cheeks. “I suppose I shall have to get used to facial expressions, too. Skies, I hate this body. I miss having a face that doesn’t emote.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e“What do you mean we won’t be going alone?” \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eHarly stopped squishing her face. “You said there were two other monster girls. Your information is outdated. There is another, and she works for me.”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eShe raised the back of her hand to her lips. 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Let us know in the comment box when you check out! \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePrefer a different format? \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/store.holowriting.com\/pages\/monster-girl-tamer\"\u003eClick here.\u003c\/a\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/edieskye.com\/book\/blood-knight\/\"\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"short-description std\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"two-thirds first genesis-author-pro-book-description\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cem\u003eI Power Up With Every Monster Girl I Defeat!\u003c\/em\u003e (Monster Girl Tamer #1):\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"two-thirds first genesis-author-pro-book-description\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eA red hot, fiery demon girl. A goblin girl obsessed with wood. An oni girl who loves to grip a big sword. And they’re going to help him save the world … \u003cem\u003ehow\u003c\/em\u003e?\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAxel Hunter Radcliff has trained his whole life to be a hero. Once every generation, someone in his family is called upon to be a Chosen One, and Axel’s prepared himself extensively, just in case it’s him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHe just wasn’t prepared for the portal.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eNow he’s in another world brimming with dangerous monsters beneath a sky full of magic portals … and with no idea what he’s been summoned to do. All he knows is that every Chosen Radcliff has been aided by a support staff of skilled women: a \u003cem\u003etactical harem\u003c\/em\u003e.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eWhen mysterious monster girls start wreaking havoc in this new world, Axel is ready to answer the call. He’ll have to draw upon insight borne from every tabletop RPG he’s played and every harem novel he’s read to face them, because these are either the women he’s destined to gather … or the force he’s been summoned to stop.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eEither way, these monster girls need to be \u003cem\u003etamed\u003c\/em\u003e!\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eWARNING: \u003cem\u003eMonster Girl Tamer\u003c\/em\u003e is a fun LitRPG fantasy adventure with a healthy side of heat: sensuous demons, lustful goblins, voluptuous oni, and saucy language to match. (So don’t read it and then complain about the spice. Y’all know exactly what you’re getting into.)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eI'm an Isekai Hero! Of Course I'm Fighting a Demon Lord\u003c\/em\u003e (Monster Girl Tamer #2):\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold\"\u003eA thicc cowgirl with a thicker accent. A bookish succubus with an absurd secret. A demon, goblin, and oni girl who’re as chaotic as they are good.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold\"\u003eAnd they’re going to defeat a demon lord … how?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003eIt’s been three months since Axel Hunter Radcliff fell through a magic portal into another world of dangerous monsters.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHailing from a family of Chosen Ones, he’s trained his whole life to be a hero. He just didn’t expect destiny to involve taming monster girls into semi-civilized adventurers. Or training them to form his tactical harem.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr their giant robots. Or their conspicuous anime tropes. Or the geeky succubus “Sexy Wizard” who transformed them in the first place.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen a new minotaur girl shows up at his hot spring, he realizes the Sexy Wizard needs his help, too. She’s been captured by some of her own creations—but this time there’s a twist. These dragon ladies used to be two of his monster hunting friends, Jaz and Pix.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith all the isekai tropes tied up in his destiny, Axel expected a demon lord. What he didn’t expect was Demon Lord Jaspartina “Jaz” Red and her Demon Lord General Tailer “Pix” Weaver!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd, after a mere three months, he doesn’t have the stats to face his final boss.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFortunately, his magic power grows with his romantic bonds. And he has a whole harem of devoted monster girls eager to help raise his stats.\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold\"\u003eWARNING:\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold a-text-italic\"\u003eMonster Girl Tamer\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003eis a fun isekai LitRPG fantasy action adventure where the hero saves the day and gets\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold a-text-italic\"\u003eall\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold\"\u003ethe girls. (So don’t read it and then complain about the spice. Y’all know exactly what you’re getting into.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eThese products are premium paperback novels.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePrefer a different format? \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/store.holowriting.com\/pages\/monster-girl-tamer\"\u003eClick here.\u003c\/a\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/edieskye.com\/book\/blood-knight\/\"\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: start;\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cimg alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0718\/5471\/9267\/files\/Depositphotos_4583318_S_100x100.jpg?v=1675805195\" style=\"display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\"\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n \n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #00aaff;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eEnjoy a sample from I POWER UP WITH EVERY MONSTER GIRL I DEFEAT!\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cb\u003eCHAPTER ONE\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Son, it’s time for The Talk.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel had known those words were coming since last night.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe Talk meant something different in his family. Oh, he’d gotten the, “We’ve noticed how you look at girls, here’s a condom, don’t get anyone pregnant” talk when he was thirteen, but that was small potatoes compared to the talk every man in his family got at twenty. That Talk was a Very Big Potato.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWhich was why his dad’s nonchalance surprised him. When Axel came through the front door, his dad simply waved the same distant hello as usual, then went back to the kitchen sink, cleaning the last dishes from the birthday party Axel had been called away from—not that anyone blamed him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWhen you made a hobby of running toward fires, you had to go when the fire summoned you.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Can I clean up a bit first?” Axel said. He still smelled like smoke from the night’s job.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHis dad waved again, and Axel went downstairs. He’d left his gear in his locker at the firehouse, but despite the hours spent cleaning the gear and tools, the scent and soot of his work still lingered. He was always vigilant about maintaining his gear, as much to preserve its reliability as to fend off the inevitable carcinogens he’d encounter; he was just as vigilant about his own body, and so he took a long shower to fend off the rest. It was an irony, he reflected, that so many firefighters spent their lives saving others, only to be killed by their own work, either in a fire or the slow cancer resulting from the things that burned around them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThen he chuckled darkly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eGiven what his father was about to say, he was not likely to die of cancer. Few of the Radcliffs ever died in such mundane ways.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWhen he came back upstairs, his father greeted him by cracking open a beer. He wasn’t even twenty-one yet, but he recognized the beer, one that only emerged on serious occasions. The brew was based on one his grandfather had brought back from overseas.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWell, “overseas” was only loosely correct. The bottle was a recycled original, and its label was in a language he’d never seen on this earth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Damn, that’s good beer!” Axel exclaimed after his first swig.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“There’s a reason your grandfather founded his microbrewery once he came back,” his father said, taking his own as they flopped onto the living room couch. “Glad one of your grandmothers knew how to make this stuff.” (Grandpa had a lot of adventures.) “If you’re lucky enough to survive whatever’s coming, you’ll inherit the recipe, too. For now, though, you get this.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eOn the coffee table before them was positioned a thin, hard-shelled carrying case that resembled the ones Axel used to transport his wargaming miniatures. His father clicked it open with all the slow pride of an uber nerd about to show off an unholy amount of money spent on plastic and paint.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Axel, meet Mel.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe case did not contain painted miniatures.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt contained a whole-ass M4 carbine, fully assembled and maintained to such perfection that it looked fresh off the production line, but Axel knew that wasn’t true. First off, because there was a sparkling pink cat head on its grip that had likely been slapped on as a joke. Second because, if the family stories were true—and \u003ci\u003eall\u003c\/i\u003e the family stories were true—that thing had already delivered some top-quality dakkas.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWorld War III had been in progress before Mel and his father had gone to fight.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eWorld War III was no longer in progress.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“I’d hoped to present her to you at the party last night, but well …”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Duty called.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“As it does. And given how often duty called you even before your birthday, I thought I should equip you sooner rather than later.” He lifted the carbine from the case and extended it toward his son, like a blessing. “Axel Hunter Radcliff, if she’ll have you, she’s yours. Take her.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003ci\u003eIf she’ll have you.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThat was the key, and why every man in the family trained. Because there was no way of knowing who Mel would choose until …\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel braced his muscles to accept the heirloom. He hadn’t even fully gripped it when the weapon began to glow. Little streamers of sparkling light whipped off its form and then came back to envelop it, like some over-the-top magical girl transformation sequence, but with a badass gun. When the magical ribbons finished encasing it, its shape changed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIts protruding bits withdrew into the main length of the gun, which then stretched out and back in a curve, except for one glob of light. This separated and hovered before him, stretching into a rectangle—no, a cylinder with a strap—which then zipped around to his back. In front, he could see additional details working into the piece still in his hands. Multiple layers of cables slipped around what looked like pulley wheels on each end of the elaborate curve. A final whip of luminescence encased his forearm and hand in the shape of an archery gauntlet, and when the light flashed away into a rain of sparkles, Axel’s suspicion was confirmed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eResting in his hands was a shining silver compound bow, complete with that weird little cat head on the grip.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Huh,” Axel mused. “That’s … not what I expected.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You were expecting \u003ci\u003eanything\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Dad, it’s hard to have a family history like ours and \u003ci\u003enot\u003c\/i\u003e expect some kind of weirdness. Granted, I didn’t expect the transforming anime weapon, but once I saw what it was doing, I didn’t expect a bow, either.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“That ‘transforming anime weapon’ is formally called The Arsenal, and it adapts to the user. It’s been passed down through our family for generations.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Oh! So the ‘Mel’ grandfather used was the same as your carbine, and the same as my bow? I thought it was just the name that got passed down.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHis father shook his head. “Nope, it’s both.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Why’d grandpa get a whole \u003ci\u003etank\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Different time, different place, \u003ci\u003every \u003c\/i\u003edifferent threat.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Where’s the name Mel come from, anyway?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Actually … I don’t think even your grandpa remembers. We’ve always called her Mel, as far as I know.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel positioned Mel in his hands and tested its stability and tension, then drew an arrow from the quiver that had materialized on his back.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Not in the house,” his father said. “We’ll never hear the end of it if you blow up your mom’s new couch. Let’s take it outside to the range.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\" align=\"center\" style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e***\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“The Range” was a bit of a misnomer. Oh, there was definitely a shooting range in their backyard, both for firearms and bows. But there was also a variety of obstacle courses, such that anyone flying over might mistake it for a little boot camp, were it not for the children’s playground positioned on the other side of the house. Even that was an intense, elaborate structure, meant to teach its users to fall down hard and get up quick.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eBoth were necessary skills in the Radcliff family.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel went to his favorite spot on the archery range, put his beer down, and nocked an arrow to his new bow. He was amazed at how familiar it felt, like he’d been using this very bow since he’d picked up the sport.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Our family has a great destiny, son,” his father said, creaking down into a nearby lawn chair.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“I’m aware of that. Hard to miss when your grandpa’s sucked into a war in another world and your dad fought off the elder gods.” (World War III had been complicated.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“It goes back further than that. And it’s stranger than you realize.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“But isn’t the short of it that we’re all called on to be heroes?” Axel asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt was one of the reasons he’d been given a name like Axel Hunter Radcliff, in fact. One only had to pay half-attention while growing up to realize that, at least once in a generation, someone in his family earned a place in a history book somewhere, and like hell were any of them going to go down in history with names like John Smith or Chris Jones. His father had lucked out with the normal-sounding name of Byron, but most Radcliffs had names that sounded like they’d been pulled from old pulp adventures—and were expected to live up to them whether they were that generation’s Chosen One or not.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAnd so Axel had prepared as best he could.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt was not as simple a task as it sounded.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eChosen Ones were an immutable fact in his family, but there were few ways of knowing what the One was Chosen \u003ci\u003efor\u003c\/i\u003e, which meant the best approach was a well-rounded one.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eMost of the family heroes benefited from physicality, so he’d participated in every sport he could when he was in school. Competitive archery was the only one he’d pursued after high school, but that was primarily because his work in the family landscaping business met a lot of his exercise demands. (After defeating the elder gods, his dad had wanted to do something low-key.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel didn’t find the job all that fulfilling, though, which was where volunteer firefighting came in. He’d never considered taking the career route, because like most jobs that were essential to the functioning of society, the pay was shit—but it allowed him to both test his limits and, more importantly, to do something meaningful. Heroic, even. Plus, he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the surge of adrenaline that flooded his veins every time the alert came. He didn’t wish fires on anyone, of course, but the joy he felt facing them was real—and specifically, the joy of taming such a volatile force.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt was like conquering a part of nature itself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAnd the money he made off posing for the yearly firefighter calendar wasn’t bad, either.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHe let the arrow fly. The cable thumped against his gauntlet with a powerful crack, and the arrow pierced its target with a near-silent swish. A good shot, but mundane otherwise. No magical sparkles or anything. He prepared another.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“We’re all called to be heroes,” Byron Radcliff continued, “but we’ve never told you the full story, nor what it means for each generation’s Chosen hero.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel let the arrow fly. It landed, again a good shot, but again mundane.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHe suspected he knew more than his father thought—after all, kids picked up a lot when the adults thought they weren’t listening—but he also knew his father wanted to tell the story. He’d probably been looking forward to this for years, and so Axel returned to his beer and took the seat next to his dad.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“It’s not that we’re called to be heroes, like some holy vocation. It’s that we get summoned, and we have no choice in the matter. And we have to make it work, because if we don’t, awful things can happen. Whatever you’re chosen for, you’re not destined to win. You’ll need to make clever use of the resources available to you. Mel, for one, and … let’s call it your support staff.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe way his father said it suggested there was more to the phrase than allies. Namely, the way his eyebrows raised.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Some Radcliffs are sucked into conflicts around our world, but not all. Your grandfather was one such exception, summoned to another world to fight a demon king and his four generals. It was a fantastic situation to say the least, but the thing that got him through it was not his weapon, but his \u003ci\u003eharem\u003c\/i\u003e.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel had just taken a swig of beer, and now it shot up through his nose.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Did you just say \u003ci\u003eharem\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You know the phrase ‘Behind every great man is a great woman’? Well, when you’re in extreme situations, having more can help.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Wait, so … that was an intentional, organized thing? It wasn’t just that grandpa slept around with a bunch of women on his adventure?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Oh, he slept around for sure. But mainly with women who brought some kind of skill to his cause. They were his support as much as his lovers.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Even the crazy cat lady?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe crazy cat lady was the only one Axel had ever heard described in any detail, and now that he thought of it, something else about her was odd. Namely, that she’d never been described as having any cats. And given what kind of world she’d come from …\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Was one of my grandmas secretly a catgirl?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eByron shrugged and took another swig of beer. “She certainly had … cat in some form. But that’s not my point. My point is that he’s not the first Radcliff to succeed because of his harem.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You, too? Then why do I only have one mom?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Because after the elder god thing was over, she was the one I chose. You don’t have to marry them all. You just need to build a harem that helps you win the day.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“How will I know what my challenge is, then? What kind of skills I need to gather?” Axel asked urgently. This complicated things. More than his father realized. “Dad, I’ve always avoided getting a girlfriend because I didn’t want to endanger her. I don’t know how to flirt!”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“You’re a firefighter. Just take your shirt off and they’ll come.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“That’s not my point. Have you seen the size of my wargaming collection? No girl I bring to my parents’ basement is going to see that and want to stay with me.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“She will if she’s cool.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Oh god, I live in my parents’ basement, too!”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHis father set his beer aside and looked him dead in the eyes. “Axel. The only reason we didn’t tell you this before is because we didn’t want your hormonal teenage self to take advantage of it. Your mother and I have, in fact, soundproofed the basement in anticipation of this day, so that you can freely get up to wargaming or … not. Whatever it takes to build your harem and save the world.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eAxel froze with his beer halfway to his mouth. He’d thought he’d had some idea of how this day would go, and it had not involved his father telling him, “Go forth and fuck to save the world.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eIt had especially not involved the portal.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eNonetheless, he became aware of a sudden sparkle beneath his chair. Before he could register that it wasn’t coming from Mel, the sparkle whirled around his feet like a circle drawn by a speeding comet.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eHe didn’t even have time to scream before he fell, nor before the circle closed, leaving only empty ground and his father, who said:\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e“Huh. 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