The board forced me out of my own gaming company, so I bought an arcade that came with a stalker…Oops.

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Getting the old gaming bar renovated is a fraction of my worries when there's a hacker leaving me code reviews on my computer and love notes carved into the walls. Just when I think I’ve resolved the security problem, the stalker makes their displeasure of my blocking attempts known, right in the middle of my bedroom, with a sensual demand.

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The masked man is appearing around every corner now as his commands become more intense, and intimate. But despite the fear it brings, I can’t help the growing excitement. He's smart, and seems to know everything about the kind of games I like to make—and every way to bend me to his will.

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When my latest creation puts the little barcade in the national spotlight, my ex-company turns their legal eye on me once again, claiming I’ve stolen company IP for my homebrew cabinets. My one advantage in the case is something they can't know about. My stranger, my stalker...is a demon.

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And he's very good at playing games.