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 was tempted to nudge his mind, to see what he was really thinking, but I let it go. Once we were done with this Malossini thing, I’d come up with a way to convince him to stay in England. I found a parking spot, and we went looking through the second-hand clothing shops.


Camden Market had the clothes Da’ said we needed, and although it took some time to find a pair of bell-bottomed trousers that fit me well enough, it took even longer to find a pair that might work for Da’. We had to traipse through the entire place twice and then search for a seamstress who promised to add to the length of the legs that would have the trousers fitting him within a couple of hours.


We used that time searching for the coins Da’ wanted, but we couldn’t find them there.


“Right. Portobello Road it is, then.”


We retrieved Da”s bellbottoms, stowed the jackets and trousers in the boot, and I headed the MG to Portobello Road, where we found the ideal antiques stall.


Chapter 91