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

Swim with you, Dad. There’ll be plenty of time to sail with Pop as we get closer to civilization. I’d also need to put some clothes on. And you know the Jocan’t keep up with us


We dove into the warm water and began to swim after the thirty-four foot boat. Before very long, we had outpaced her and were out of sight around a curve in the river.


We’d been swimming about an hour and had slowed so the Jo could catch up with us—we planned to dine with Pop and anchor for the night. The sound of crashing in the underbrush floated out on the river, and abruptly, Dad stopped. Anxiety radiated from him in waves.


Dad? I had learned at a very young age to respect my fathers’ mental connection and not to peek unless invited after I’d reached out for them late one night and interrupted a private, sexual moment. I waited now to see what had disturbed him.


Chapter 42