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Life has always been a game. I put on an act and wear a mask to hide my deepest desires. But what happens when my mask slips, and I fall in love with my inner darkness?
My first kill was an accident-not an accident really, but self-defense more like. The second time I killed was truly an accident. The all-consuming need to feel that rush again, took over me when the opportunity presented itself.
My third kill was given to me like a gift; the only thing missing was a bow. Someone's been watching me, a secret admirer. Instead of leaving me with flowers, they left me photos, a weapon, and a file on someone deserving their end. I shouldn't be more intrigued with my stalker-with the man who knows my deepest secret. But then again, I've never felt things the way normal people do.
Not one to wait on my stalker to reveal himself, I find myself obsessing over my new hobby. Lucky for me, that includes a few chiseled men I can't pass up. Maybe letting others in my bed will inspire my stalker to come forward.
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