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

I’d brought the rock into the front of the tank. Tonight was going to be the night. Chloe needed help, and I couldn’t chance Twitchell hurting the little she-wolf. Before I could do anything, the temperature in the basement dropped again. Were the men who were supposed to care for us trying to kill us? Chloe had become sluggish, so I curled up beside her and began to vibrate as I had for Den, my sub-dermal muscles rippling and producing a measure of heat. If I hadn’t been afraid the python might view the little she-wolf as dinner, I would have found a way to bring her into the tank with us and—.


The door to the room opened, and I hurriedly placed the rock behind the pool, uncertain who was coming in. I’d been positive Twitchell was done for the night.


Our visitor turned out to be a young girl, dressed in a calf-length coat with white fur at the collar and cuffs. A matching muff hung from her wrist, swinging gently as she tiptoed into the room.


Chapter 55