Fantasy Lover

They laughed.

All except Julian.

"Something wrong?" Grace asked.

"I guess I'm just feeling a little guilty over him."

"Guilty?" Selena asked in disbelief. "Over Priapus?"

Julian indicated the children and Grace. "How can I bear him animosity? Without his curse, I would never have all of you. It was a pain in the ass. But I have to say in the end, it was more than worth it."

They looked expectantly at Aphrodite. "What?" she asked i

Selena shook her head. "Poor old Uncle Priapus," she cooed to Vanessa. "But he was a bad, bad boy."

A nurse opened the door and hesitated on the threshold. "Um, Dr. Alexander," she said to Julian, "there's a couple out here who say they're related to you. They… um…" She dropped her voice to a low whisper. "They're biker people."

"Hey, Julian," Eros said from behind the nurse. 'Tell Attila the Hun here that we're okay so we can come and ooh and aah over the babies."

Julian laughed. "It's okay, Trish," he said to the nurse. "He's my brother."

Eros made a face at Trish as he and Psyche swept inside. "Someone remind me to shoot her with a whammy on the way out," he said as Trish closed the door.

Julian arched a brow at him. "Do I have to confiscate your bow again?"

Eros blew a raspberry at him as he moved to Selena and took Vanessa out of her hands. "Ooh, what a little heart-breaker you're going to be. I bet you'll have little boys ru

Julian's face paled. He turned back to his mother. "Mom, there is one gift I would like."

Aphrodite looked up hopefully.

"Would you speak to Hephaestus about a chastity belt for Vanessa?"

"Julian!" Grace gasped with a laugh.

"She won't have to wear it long. Just thirty or forty years."

Grace rolled her eyes. "It's a good thing you have your mommy," she said to the baby in Eros's arms. " 'Cause Daddy is no fun at all."

Julian cocked an arrogant brow at her. "No fun at all?" he repeated. "Fu

"Julian!" Grace snapped, her face burning. But then she'd learned a long time ago that he was incorrigible.

And she loved him that way.

Sherrilyn Kenyon

Multi-published romance author Sherrilyn Kenyon, AKA Kinley MacGregor, knows men. She lives outside of Nashville, TN with her husband, three sons and assorted pets.

Raised in the middle of eight boys, and currently outnumbered by the Y chromosomes in her home, she realizes the most valuable asset a woman has for coping with men is a sense of humor (not to mention a large trash bag and a pair of tongs).