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

“Robin,” Papa called over his shoulder. “See about getting dinner started, please. Plenty of protein.” They disappeared up the stairs, Papa holding Da”s arm and murmuring softly.


Robin turned to cock an eyebrow at the Siblings and guests. “All right, you lot. Kitchen duty. Alan, see if you can get the little wolf to abandon her hiding spot?”


“Surely you do not intend to bring that creature into the kitchen? Filthy, disgusting animal. It probably has fleas as well,” St John asserted prudishly.


The little wolf cringed and scurried to hide behind me again.


It was hard to believe this was the same person who’d stood firm in that dank cellar. I shrugged. “The storm has gotten too bad, St John.”


“If you will not take me home—” He seemed to be winding himself into a temper.


Chapter 62