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

Without taking it from him, I leaned forward and bit off a corner. “Should it?”


His expression became disgruntled, and I had to laugh out loud. When I had still been the tadpole my fathers liked to call me, Dad had taught me the way his people ate what passed for eggs on their planet. It had to be partially swallowed, and once in the throat, the shell was crushed, but not broken, by the rhythmic rippling of throat muscles. Then the yolk and white would slide down, and the collapsed shell could be spat out whole. Uncle Lyn had turned green the first time he’d seen me do it.


I stopped laughing, but couldn’t smother the grin. “No, Drew. Nothing you do could repulse me.”


He became very serious. “That’s a sweeping statement, Da’. You really don’t know much about me.”


Chapter 83