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

“Of course I can’t, no more than I can promise you won’t grow up to be Jack the Ripper. But what are the odds you’ll become a serial killer?” Dad extended his arms, as if he would pull me into his embrace again, but I backed away from him. It killed me to see his reaction to that—he dropped his arms and his shoulders slumped, and I felt as if I’d kicked a kitten.


Mum walked in carrying the coffee service and set it down on Dad’s desk. “Errol?”


He nodded, and she poured us each a cup, then added a healthy dash of whisky. She handed a cup to Dad and brought the other to me before she went to sit in Dad’s arm chair.


She watched us with concerned eyes, and I blinked rapidly. “Am I going to be a danger to the Siblings?”


“Drink your coffee,” she said. It was too sweet and too hot, and I’d never had whisky before—I’d been afraid I would lose control. But once I’d caught my breath, I drank it, grateful for the warmth it provided my insides.


Chapter 22