Shades of the Gargoyle by Ashley Amy

A man of God.
That’s what I, Claude Frollo, am to be.
Adhering to a higher calling, I was to overlook worldly things.
I had done well in my early years with the church, but things drastically changed when the pattern of her skirt drew me in.
Instead of hearing angels sing in soft tones, I only hearkened to her wild and lavish melody, drumming against her tambourine. The sway of her generous hips mesmerized my eyes to tether to hers. Her emerald stare branded my naked soul, claiming me as hers.
She came to be my temptation.
No, she came to be my only obsession.
WARNING: Triggers for dark themes and abuse will be in this book.