Passion of the Hippocampus: Books One & Two

By Alis Mitsy

When a man encounters a hippocampus, a water monster, of myth and legend out in the Welsh mountains, his life will never be the same again...

Read the synopsis of each story in this two-book collection below!

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Book One

Damien was just out on a hike in the mountains - one of the unchanging features of a world in flux. Well, the mountains change, but at least they seem like the one thing that never will. An expanse of nature, tucked far away from the cities, is a remote getaway from the daily grind that threatens to overcome even the sturdiest of people.

But, when he becomes lost, Damien is forced to consider pushing the boundaries of what he thought possible in life and the limits of sexual pleasure. A hippocampus of the lake seeks release and Damien is the only male around who may relieve him. Offered an exchange - please the creature and gain the knowledge as to the route home - Damien has to choose whether to swallow his pride and do as the beast wishes or stay lost in the mountains forever.

Book Two

Damien has met a hippocampus out in the wilds of Wales, a mythical creature that, truly, has no right to exist. The hippocampus of the lake wove into his thoughts, demonstrating such intelligence that the man could not fathom him being anything other than he was, lured into sweet liaisons between them so very many months ago.

And now is the time for him to seek out the hippocampus again in his glacial lake, a pool left behind by a retreating glacier many years ago. He knows not where he is going but something drives him on to find the seductive one who has haunted his dreams and waking moments since.

Who knows what may come between them but Damien isn't going to risk not knowing as Gawain waits for him with the heat of his body to warm his sweet human companion...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alis Mitsy
• Release date: Apr 4, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463297704

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Passion of the Hippocampus

Books One & Two

Alis Mitsy

This work is copyrighted under the pen name of Alis Mitsy as of 2020.

This story may be published under other pen names belonging to the author.

All acts and characters are works of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental.

Claimed by the Lake Monster

Pleasure in the mountains with a fantastic beast

Puffing clouds of frozen breath like a steam engine, Damien hitched his backpack up over his shoulder blades, groaning as the weight of it hung heavy on his back. Riddled with holes, it was a pack that he simply wasn’t willing to give up and his hike that day was one more adventure in the long life it had led and was continuing to lead. Pausing on a ridge, he dropped to a knee, wincing at the freezing wind that made him wish that he’d brought a scarf along. He had not thought it had been so cold. He cursed, rubbing his hands together, gloved yet still chilled to the bone, and berated himself for thinking he knew better, once again, one curse rolling into the next.

He rubbed the back of his hand across the bristle on his chin, checking the map clutched in his other hand with such a fixed grip that one would have thought it was a lifeline. And, in all honesty, it should have been. It should have been more than enough to allow him to find his way across the mountains – it should not have been a long hike at all, just a short one while he found his hiking feet again.

Yet that was not the case.

He squinted at the map, turning it upside down as if that would better allow him to find his bearings in the wilderness. Lines squiggled together into a blur of terrain changes and landmarks that had once been there, but had since been claimed by the terror of erosion and climate change. He shook his head and screwed up the map, shoving it back into his pocket, a crumpled mess of once fine paper. Maybe it had been accurate twenty, maybe thirty, years ago, a stolen find from his father’s hiking equipment. Its accuracy in current times, with global temperatures rising and weather affecting the landscape even in the wilderness of the United Kingdom, was mediocre at best.

I’m lost, he said aloud, voice childlike and small in the open air. I’m actually lost.

Damien scoffed at himself, dry lips twisting to contort his otherwise handsome face into an expression of derision. Rolling his eyes, he threw his hands up to the sky.

For fuck’s sake... He slammed a booted foot into the ground and snarled at nothing at all, teeth bared like an animal. This could only fucking happen to me, couldn’t it?

He stormed in a circle, kicking up loose stones as the ridge sloped sharply down and down and down into a dark, bitter valley to his right, ignorant as to the risk of his situation. He could tumble down there with one slip of his foot and, well, who would find him then? He’d be just as lost and gone as the rest of the sorry buggers that disappeared into the mountains never to return. Shaking his head, he forced himself to be still, palms pressed together in imitation of prayer that would not come to his lips. How could he have thought that everything would be the same, that it would be as easy as before?

Muttering incoherently, his growls and grumbles blended into one long stream of abject discontent. Just what the hell was he supposed to do, out there in the middle of nowhere? How long had he been walking for? He checked his watch, lips pursed. Eleven. So that made it...what...five hours? He laughed aloud, though there was no humour in the sound. What had possessed him to get up at such an ungodly hour? How could he have ever thought that nothing would have changed, that it would be a nice, easy hike?

Dragging the map from his pocket, he peered at it as if finding it difficult to read, eyes narrowed. Although the basics of the terrain were somewhat similar – in an edited novel kind of way, separating the end result