Stone Passions Trilogy by A. C. Warneke

power to make a little nobody like her forget that she just had the most amazing sexual experience of her life, than what else could they do with that sort of power?
    Perhaps make it so the roof of her apartment building was warm in the middle of a Minnesotan winter.
    Pacing the short distance between one wall of her apartment to the other, very consciously avoiding the area surrounding her bed, Melanie tried to untangle the thoughts whirling around in her head. Once they realized the spell didn’t work, or rather, that it was cast upon the wrong person, they were going to try again. She had to figure out a way to protect her memories from outside forces, at least until such a time that she could convince the three brothers that she wasn’t a threat.
    The thought of her being a threat to those three muscular demi-gods was almost laughable. Except they obviously considered her one if they were willing to make her forget. Okay, so how did a girl go about convincing someone that she was not a threat? Especially when she wasn’t a threat at all. Oh, she didn’t have a clue!
    Absently, she noted that Vanessa was still once again, a satiated grin curving her lips. Her fingers were still wrapped around Simon, which lay on the bed next to Vanessa’s slim thigh. A shudder tripped down Melanie’s spine at the thought of ever using Simon again. She was going to throw him away as soon as she could bring herself to touch him.
    Maybe while she was out trying to find some way of preserving her memories – and her ability to stay in her apartment with the three gargoyles – she would pick up a new bedroom buddy, maybe get the next size up because Vaughn proved that she could take quite a bit more than simple Simon. 
    An uneasy bubble of laughter escaped her at the thought. Was Vaughn part of the plot to make her forget? If so, why didn’t he try anything when they were alone in the bathroom? She was pretty sure if he had suggested something immediately after bringing her to a powerful release, she would have complied. It would have been later that she would have regretted any capitulation but that was neither here nor there. Not that it would have mattered, she wouldn’t have remembered. But, no, she was almost certain Vaughn was innocent. At least, if not innocent than not guilty.
    Pressing her hand over her stomach, she tried to ignore the caterpillars squirming within her gut as another horrific realization hit her: they hadn’t used protection. True, she was on the pill, because even though she and Peter had always always always used a condom, she didn’t want to take a chance on getting pregnant before she got married. She must have realized that she and Peter were not meant to be together because she had never imagined a little Peter in her arms. 
    How sick was it that she could easily picture a baby with Vaughn’s golden hair and golden eyes suckling at her breast? She had never considered breast feeding before – or anything to do with babies. But the fantasy of nursing a baby Vaughn had immeasurable appeal. Except she was still reeling with the knowledge that his brother cast a spell to erase her memory. And magic was real. And the fact that she had sex with a stranger and they hadn’t used protection. Her stomach cramped as that thought echoed in her head.
    Hopefully, he was clean. And the pill was probably effective against Vaughn’s excessive virility, though women have gotten pregnant while taking the pill before. The idea was so ludicrous that she fought against another crazed giggle. She wasn’t even sure whether she would be allowed to remember Vaughn in a few days and she was already imagining his baby! How much would it suck to have her memories of him wiped from her brain only to end up pregnant and not knowing – literally – who the father was?
    Of course, she would just assume it was Peter’s and they would end up married and when a golden eyed baby smiled up at her she would know that Peter