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

“You were taking forever, my dear.” St John turned to me. “Something was odd in the cellars of Haynsworth House, so we went there to see if we could discover what it was.”


“And it turned out to be your mother’s body?”


“Yes. She was there all these years—dead not ten years but fifteen.” A slow tear rolled down his cheek. “Robin made me tea with honey and milk. Unfortunately, I spilled most of it on the rug before it could do much good. Father arrived just then, you see.”


“Shouting his bloody head off. Bugger the old bastard,” my brother snarled.


“He is not going to be pleased with me.” St John sighed and shrugged. “And then Robin brought me home once again.”


“Home, Drew.” He thinks of this as his home. This time Robin’s expression was incandescent.


No, he thinks of being with you as home


“And once we arrived here, we—” St John blushed scarlet.


“Had an early dinner and took a nap,” Robin inserted, although I was certain more was involved than sleeping.


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