Andrew Dorincourt has the blood of powerful shifters in his veins. It’s his job to take care of his siblings, who are his pack, and he has no intention of letting anything get in the way. However, he’s seen the love shared not only by his parents but by the Papas, the men who raised his mother, and he wants that for himself. The problem is none of the young women he’s dated have left him wanting anything more than to go home alone. Perhaps he’d have more success by dating men, as his brother does. Only it seems he’s not very successful at that, either. Da’ric is the son of Ric’u, a Brachi who’d been stranded on Terra for decades, and David Knight, an ichthyologist who traveled up the Amazon in search of his heart’s desire. Seeing the deep love his fathers have for each other, Da’ric determines to settle for nothing less. At any rate, the dating pool is pretty much empty in the Lagoon of Dreams, and so he goes to the States, where he intends to become a herpetologist. In order to do that, he must mingle with normals, Terrans who have no idea extraterrestrials share the planet with them. When he walks among Terrans, he must disguise his heritage by wearing sunglasses to conceal his rainbow-colored eyes and long-sleeved shirts to hide his scale-patterned skin. After being kidnapped and sold to a high-ranking member of the London underworld to be displayed as the Snake Boy, Da’ despairs of ever seeing his beloved family again, until Drew wanders into the House of Oddities and helps Da’ escape. Is it fate, kismet, or destiny that brings together the offspring of two very unique families? Have these two been waiting for each other, and will the future hold the love they’d both been seeking?

Rainbows in Your Eyes

“No thanks are needed, young sir. Please remember—if you ever require help from me or my people, you may depend on us. Just send word.”


And then the three of them were alone in their suite. They stood in the center of the room, and Roddy held on to the two most important people in his world, while they clung to him. 4


The owners of Almeria Hall were known to breed the finest horseflesh in southern England. Their stud routinely produced hunters and racers worth every penny of their exorbitant price.


But Errol Dorincourt wasn’t there for a thoroughbred, or even one of the Arabians he’d learned were also bred on Almeria Hall Farm. However, when he called to arrange this meeting, he didn’t reveal that. Instead, he explained to Mr Smythe, one of the owners of the farm, that he’d seen the breed when he’d been stationed in the Near East during the War and was interested in purchasing one if a price could be agreed upon.


Chapter 16