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Monster Girl Tamer #1 – First Chapter Challenge

August 11, 2025 by hpholo Leave a Comment

Hey, y’all! 😄 H.P. Here! I’d pondered posting a sneak peek at the first chapter of Monster Girl Tamer #2 … and then realized that since I’ve never posted any sneak peeks for the series here, a bit of Book 1 would probably work better. 🤣

Anyway, Monster Girl Tamer was always going to be significantly goofier than the other spicy series I wrote as Edie Skye, so I tried to make that obvious with the sheer ridiculousness of the first chapter. (Though readers who are familiar with the Monster Punk Horizon series that originated it won’t be surprised at all.) At readings, I frequently introduce it as “If you can survive this chapter, you’ll probably like the series.”

Thus, the Monster Girl Tamer First Chapter Challenge!

But, if you want to pick it up without reading, I’m not gonna complain about that, either:

GRAB MONSTER GIRL TAMER #1 HERE

Book 1 is already out on KU and Audible, and Book 2 releases on August 14th! In the meantime, enjoy:

Monster Girl Tamer #1 – Chapter One

“Son, it’s time for The Talk.”

Axel had known those words were coming since last night.

The 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.

Which 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.

When you made a hobby of running toward fires, you had to go when the fire summoned you.

“Can I clean up a bit first?” Axel said. He still smelled like smoke from the night’s job.

His 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.

Then he chuckled darkly.

Given 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.

When 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.

Well, “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.

“Damn, that’s good beer!” Axel exclaimed after his first swig.

“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.”

On 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.

“Axel, meet Mel.”

The case did not contain painted miniatures.

It 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 all the family stories were true—that thing had already delivered some top-quality dakkas.

World War III had been in progress before Mel and his father had gone to fight.

World War III was no longer in progress.

“I’d hoped to present her to you at the party last night, but well …”

“Duty called.”

“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.”

If she’ll have you.

That was the key, and why every man in the family trained. Because there was no way of knowing who Mel would choose until …

Axel 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.

Its 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.

Resting in his hands was a shining silver compound bow, complete with that weird little cat head on the grip.

“Huh,” Axel mused. “That’s … not what I expected.”

“You were expecting anything?”

“Dad, it’s hard to have a family history like ours and not 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.”

“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.”

“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.”

His father shook his head. “Nope, it’s both.”

“Why’d grandpa get a whole tank?”

“Different time, different place, very different threat.”

“Where’s the name Mel come from, anyway?”

“Actually … I don’t think even your grandpa remembers. We’ve always called her Mel, as far as I know.”

Axel positioned Mel in his hands and tested its stability and tension, then drew an arrow from the quiver that had materialized on his back.

“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.”

* * *

“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.

Both were necessary skills in the Radcliff family.

Axel 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.

“Our family has a great destiny, son,” his father said, creaking down into a nearby lawn chair.

“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.)

“It goes back further than that. And it’s stranger than you realize.”

“But isn’t the short of it that we’re all called on to be heroes?” Axel asked.

It 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.

And so Axel had prepared as best he could.

It was not as simple a task as it sounded.

Chosen Ones were an immutable fact in his family, but there were few ways of knowing what the One was Chosen for, which meant the best approach was a well-rounded one.

Most 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.)

Axel 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.

It was like conquering a part of nature itself.

And the money he made off posing for the yearly firefighter calendar wasn’t bad, either.

He 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.

“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.”

Axel let the arrow fly. It landed, again a good shot, but again mundane.

He 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.

“It’s not that’s 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.”

The way his father said it suggested there was more to the phrase than allies. Namely, the way his eyebrows raised.

“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 harem.”

Axel had just taken a swig of beer, and now it shot up through his nose.

“Did you just say harem?”

“You know the phrase ‘Behind every great man is a great woman’? Well, when you’re in extreme situations, having more can help.”

“Wait, so … that was an intentional, organized thing? It wasn’t just that grandpa slept around with a bunch of women on his adventure?”

“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.”

“Even the crazy cat lady?”

The 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 …

“Was one of my grandmas secretly a catgirl?”

Byron 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.”

“You, too? Then why do I only have one mom?”

“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.”

“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!”

“You’re a firefighter. Just take your shirt off and they’ll come.”

“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.”

“She will if she’s cool.”

“Oh god, I live in my parents’ basement, too!”

His 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.”

Axel 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.”

It had especially not involved the portal.

Nonetheless, 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.

He didn’t even have time to scream before he fell, nor before the circle closed, leaving only empty ground and his father, who said:

“Huh. That happened faster than expected.”

And then he drained his beer and went inside.


Did you survive? If so, check the rest out here: 😁

GRAB MONSTER GIRL TAMER #1 HERE

OR PRe-ORDER MONSTER GIRL TAMER #2 HERE

Filed Under: Holo Books Tagged With: Edie Skye, Fantasy, H.P. Holo, harem, HaremLit, LitRPG, Monster Girl Tamer, Monster Punk Horizon, Romance For Men

The Story of Edie Skye

July 2, 2022 by hpholo Leave a Comment

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OK y’all, it’s time for the epic story of how this whole Titan Mage thing happened, so buckle up and grab some popcorn:

It begins in 2020.

One of my jobs as writer/author wife/handler/marketer/general awesome person is to research keywords for our books’ Amazon ads. One of the places I look for keyword ideas is the also-boughts on our books, and for some reason, the also-boughts of Jacob’s anime-inspired giant mech series, Seraphim Revival, were loaded with … harem books.

The Seraphim Revival is perhaps the least spicy thing either of us has ever written, so naturally I was curious and started looking into the featured titles.

Which is when Jacob walked into my office and saw my computer screen full of booby book covers.

I joked, “We’re writing the wrong books, Jacob.”

Jacob joked, “You should write a harem novel.”

I joked, “You write the outline and design the babes and I’ll do it.”

I neglected to realize that Jacob was between projects at the time.

It was also the beginning of lockdown. Which meant he was at home. With free time.

And Jacob’s brain is not one to sit idle.

Which is why he came to me later with 5 outlines for a complete series of harem novels, complete with a sci-fi-inspired elemental magic system, a mech upgrade system, character details for the main cast, and the first few chapters, just because.

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There’s slightly more to it than that, though. Y’all know I struggle with OCD (and it’s the primary reason why my writing/writing process is often so chaotic).

We didn’t know it was OCD in early 2020, but we did know there was a problem – manifesting heavily in my inability to write consistently, among other more practical problems – and one of Jacob’s suggested solutions to help me over this hump was for him to outline a project and oversee details of the world, and me to do the actual writing.

One of my greatest challenges pre-OCD diagnosis was simply managing the complex details/consistency of my own world in The Wizard’s Circus (the sequel to The Wizard’s Way, still in progress). This way – with Jacob in charge of the basic foundation – if I had a question about the world, I could just ask him for the answer instead of trying to make up one and thus accidentally overcomplicate things.

I resisted the idea, partly because it felt like admitting defeat – that I couldn’t write a book on my own – and partly because we didn’t really have a concept that we wanted to collaborate on at the time.

Until I was formally diagnosed with OCD in late 2020.

Being able to put a name to the monster I faced changed how I approached the monster. I now had a specific lens through which to analyse my problem and as a result could pinpoint how it was manifesting in my writing, and how to fix it.

At the time, The Wizard’s Circus was a hot mess and I didn’t have the skills to address all its flaws. So I decided to rebuild my writing techniques and style from the ground up, keeping my OCD tendencies in mind and playing to my strengths. The result was Monster Punk Horizon.

However, around that time, Jacob and I also remembered his earlier suggestion – that he outline something for me to write. MPH was already well on its way by that point – and my confidence in my own writing back up, since it was wholly of my own imagination – and so I was more open to writing something that had already been laid out by someone else.

Plus there was something totally hilarious about collaborating with my husband on a harem novel.

And the sheer ridiculousness of that situation unlocked something inside my brain while I was writing it. The first draft of Titan Mage was done in less than a month, and it required very little editing from Jacob.

It showed me that, despite my years of struggling to finish a book, I had it in me to write quickly, and well.

Titan Mage, then, sure, started as a joke.

But it – and Jacob’s help through it – also played a pivotal role in helping me wrangle the monster that is my OCD.

So in a way, it’s also a strange little love letter. ☺️

Filed Under: Holo Books Tagged With: ads, adventure, book ads, Edie Skye, Fantasy, fantasy adventure, harem, marketing, Monster Punk Horizon, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, OCD, Seraphim Revival, The Wizard's Circus, The Wizard's Way, Titan Mage

H.P. has a new bestseller (on a spicy new pen name)!

July 2, 2022 by hpholo Leave a Comment

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Well, that was a pleasant surprise! 😮

One of my recent background projects has been working on books under a new pen name – new because the content in those books is quite a bit 🌶️ spicier 🌶️ than my usual stuff, and I didn’t want YA readers who found me through The Wizard’s Way to be surprised by content that they weren’t ready to encounter.

I didn’t advertise the first one much at all outside of my personal Facebook page (intending to do so once more books in the series were out) …

… So you can imagine my surprise when the book rocketed to #1 on Amazon’s Steampunk Fiction bestseller list, lurked in the Top 10 on two other bestseller lists … and has been doing so since the book’s release 2 weeks ago. 😮😮😮

That said, if you’re into giant mechs, mages, and harem fantasy adventures, now’s the perfect time to check out Titan Mage, under my pen name Edie Skye!

Titan Mage Book Cover

Magic powers? His own mech? A whole airship of gorgeous women desperate for his genes? Yes, please!

Paralyzed by a drunk driver, let go from his job, and stuck in a sad, stagnant town in the middle of nowhere, Joseph Locke was having the worst day of his life.

And then he died.

But considering that he wakes up with a brand new body, in the cockpit of a badass steampunk robot, on an airship of nothing but hot babes, his next life may not be all that bad. Especially when he learns that he’s a void mage—the rarest and most powerful of all mages on the world of Haven. And his shipmates want to help him make more.

As if that weren’t enough, they offer Locke a job piloting one of their mechs, which they call Titans. In the meantime, Locke has to learn his way around this exciting world, all while coming to grips with his new—and dangerous—occupation. Will he be able to master his Titan? How can he best upgrade the machine to become as badass as possible? Why’s a strange parasitic sludge falling from the sky? And what’s up with the ghost of a space witch living in his Titan—and inside his head?

WARNING: Titan Mage is a fun fantasy adventure containing steam both punk and smutty: raunchy sausage-obsessed mechanics, lusty airship captains, prurient mech pilots, 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.)

Download Titan Mage Here

From here on, updates about the series will be posted over on the Edie Skye webpage, so be sure to check it out if this is your jam. You can also follow me on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and TikTok!

And, most importantly, you can join my newsletter for direct updates when new titles release – and get a free novella for signing up! 😀

Sign Up for the Edie Skye Newsletter Here

Reviews and ratings thus far have been spectacular, and I hope you’ll enjoy it just as much as my new readers! 😄

Filed Under: Holo Books Tagged With: adventure, Edie Skye, Fantasy, fantasy adventure, Giant Robots, harem, mech, men's adventure, spicy, spicy books

Amusing Stuff H.P. Finds When Doing Ad Research

October 14, 2020 by hpholo Leave a Comment

When I’m not writing, my main responsibility is marketing our books, and a lot of that involves compiling Amazon Ad keywords – usually by researching books and authors that are similar to ours, and by seeing what kinds of books show up in our Also Boughts.

This often leads me down some interesting Kindle rabbit holes. For example, there was a period where, for some reason, a lot of the readers who bought mecha action-adventure Bane of the Dead were absolutely devouring … harem lit. 😳

That said, here’s a collection of some of the stranger books I’ve come across. 😀

I haven’t read any of these as of yet, but many are so weird that they’ll probably make their way onto my reading list at some point. 🤣 Enjoy!

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We’ve reached peak light novel, y’all.

Reborn as a Vending Machine, Now I Wander the Dungeon (Volume 1) by Hirukuma

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I don’t even care what this is about. I’m 100% reading for the dinosaur hands.

Rexus: Side Quest (Completionist Chronicles #3) by Dakota Krout

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I’m a huge fan of honest, straightforward, unashamed titles, and this is absolutely that.

Making Monster Girls: For Science! (Volume 1) by Eric Vall

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I can’t decide if science has gone too far…or not far enough.

Maid to Order: A Catgirl Harem Adventure (Build-a-Catgirl Book 1) by Simon Archer

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Bizarre light novel titles are my favorite thing in the world right now.

Suppose a Kid from the Last Dungeon Boonies Moved to A Starter Town (Volume 1) by Toshio Satou

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Ok, given how much I love animals and adorable things, I’d actually read the heck out of this.

Woof Woof Story: I Told You To Turn Me into a Pampered Pooch, not Fenrir (Volume 1) by Inumajin

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You know, given how much time I spend cooking and eating in games, I’d actually read the heck out of this, too.

Campfire Cooking in Another World with My Absurd Skill (Volume 1) by Ren Eguchi

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Have you read any of these little oddities? 😄 Tell me what you thought in the comments!

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