Would you dance for a statue? What if he woke and claimed you?

I’ve got big dreams of a career on the stage. Unfortunately dreams don’t pay the bills. Working as an exotic dancer for a mysterious monster client sure beats being groped by some of the sleazy humans I’ve danced for.

Performing alone on a rooftop for a statue sounds strange, sure. Then the statue comes alive and turns into a huge, sweet protective gargoyle. My dance frees William from his rocky prison, but he tells me if I don’t stop, he’ll have no choice but to claim me forever. Beneath the rough, stony exterior, my powerful gargoyle mate has a tender heart. But he’s holding back.

How can I convince him he’s worthy? Will he still love me when he realizes how much trouble I am?