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 and St. John were locked in Robin’s bedroom once again, but otherwise Drew and I were alone in the town house.


“Let me see what Mrs. Harris has in the larder. We need to build you up.”


“I rather think it will. How long has it been since you’ve had a decent meal?”


I was already feeling much better—thanks to the exceptionally efficient metabolism bequeathed me by my Brachi father—but I thought of Charles Maurice de Talleyrand-Périgord and his saying about revenge being a dish best served cold. I would find a few minutes while Drew was in his office working on the books, enabling me to call Malossini and leave a whispered message reminding him he’d be facing me soon.


Within a couple of days, however Drew had to admit I was well enough to leave the house. He’d managed to find a pair of jeans that covered my legs but were too large through the waist and seat and decided we’d have to shop for something better.


Chapter 86