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

A glance over my shoulder showed his hot gaze boldy caressing my lower body, and at that moment I had no doubt he wanted me.


“Green definitely is your color.” The corner of his mouth curled in the most lustful grin that had ever been directed at me.


No one had ever looked at me that way, not even my best friend, who had been my first…my only lover. I fumbled for a light-weight shirt and wrestled my arms into it. The buttons barely stretched across my torso even considering the weight I’d lost. I left it as a useless task and pulled on the jeans. I had no problem fastening them, but as I’d feared, my ankles and a good portion of my calves were on view.


“Here. I think you’ll need this as well.” He handed me a cream-colored, cable knit sweater.


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