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

Viejo eyed him sardonically. “And I want to marry Farrah Fawcett-Majors, hombre. Which do you think is most likely to happen?”


Halliwell glared at him, then stormed out of the cabin.


When Zolo left, I went with him, dressed in garments Viejo had ordered one of the crewmembers to go ashore to buy. I was sure he included the cost of the ill-fitting footwear, shirt, and jeans in my price, as well as a pair of sunglasses to conceal my eyes. I was also sure that at some point on the trip to London, Zolo would find a reason to get into those jeans.


As it turned out, Juan Zolo was heterosexual to the core, not to mention a Catholic who staunchly believed in the Church’s teaching and regarded those men who loved other men with disgust


“I have no doubt that degenerate gringo despoiled you, but I think you probably enjoyed it, no?”


I stared at him, stupefied. “Why would you think I enjoyed being forced?”


Chapter 47