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

“Does the senhor wish to continue with his massage?” The masseuse hovered in the bedroom doorway. God, he hated people who hovered. Still, he could feel his muscles had got all knotted up again.


“Fuck, yeah.” He dropped the towel and laid down on the table.


Cally had a bloody rotten night, dreaming of wolves that stalked him through the shadowed, mist-shrouded streets of Rio. When the front desk rang his room with the wake-up call he’d left for four thirty, he was logy and exhausted, his legs ached as if he’d spent the night running, and his sweat carried the stink of fear. He swore at the woman, slammed down the phone, and fell back to sleep. It was almost an hour later when he woke again, and he was late.


Then he thought, bugger it, it was his charter. They’d wait for him, or he’d fucking know the reason why.


Chapter 104