Masked

By Jennifer Leeland

Everyone has their desires and Catherine's is to remain masked when she's having sex. And that's all it is. Sex. She relies on a special Dominant who takes care of her but makes sure she gets her needs met. It's a strange arrangement, but it works. Until one night, Justin Travers changes everything.
A sexual Dominant who enjoys adventurous partners, Justin is up for anything. When he meets a pretty, shy, court reporter, he's convinced he's met her before at a Play Party. The opportunity to test his theory is more shattering than he expects and he finds himself wanting to unmask the woman who refuses to allow anyone to know her.
The connection forces Catherine to face her fears and for Justin to be more of a Dominant than he ever hoped he could be.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jennifer Leeland
• Release date: Mar 27, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370009183

Jennifer Leeland

New York Times best selling author Jennifer Leeland has been telling stories since she was very young. Most people were so small minded as to call it lying until she was able to put her stories on paper. Now they call it fiction.To know what she writes, you have to know that the first question she asks about a book or movie is "Does it have a happy ending?". If it doesn't, she's not interested. Her love of kinky people and kinky stuff has led her to write about relationships that are slightly bent and probably flawed. You can always count on two things with a Jennifer Leeland book: angst and kink.She lives with a Redneck, who loves to brainstorm with her on occasion and her two hulking teenagers in the Northern California Boonies. She is also a moderator for the award winning writer's forum Romance Divas where I've been a member since 2006.To learn more you can go to http://jenniferleeland.com

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Masked

A David’s House Novella

by

Jennifer Leeland

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

The Mask She Wears

COPYRIGHT © 2007, 2016 by Jennifer Leeland

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

Dedication

To Dayna Hart, who listened to all the frustrated brainstorming for mask girl." To Eden Bradley, who gave me valuable information and helped me step up and write this story. To Miranda Heart, who read this work and loved it, encouraging me to finish.

Chapter One

I hate eating alone.

Catherine sat in her usual spot at the corner café by the Courthouse. Her job as a court reporter gave her a one hour lunch that was spent at this little restaurant.

Alone.

Taking another bite of her mandarin orange salad, she tried to concentrate on the words in the book she’d brought with her for company.

Why did she read romances anyway? These people weren’t real. They didn’t experience the banal loneliness of sitting in a crowded café, eating alone. All the characters seemed to live blissful lives of mindless lust and happy endings.

At twenty-six, Catherine doubted happy endings existed. They certainly didn’t for her.

A brisk wind ruffled her napkin as the front door opened. There he was again. Dressed in casual dress pants and the button up shirt that was the usual uniform of a man who worked in the business area. No tie, loafers and a briefcase gave the man a professional yet approachable look. She’d seen him several times in this café. He’d set up his laptop and eat a sandwich while he studied his screen with intensity. She always admired that he didn’t look uncomfortable eating by himself.

Focusing on her book again, she smiled. He looked like a hero in one of these romance books. Tall, good-looking, blue eyes and a great work ethic, he was an ideal model for one of the sappy stories she enjoyed. In her mind, she began to compose a passage a romance book might have.

Tall, dark hair and a terrific build, he strode to the counter and ordered his sandwich with authority.

"Bacon, lettuce and tomato, please." His blue eyes scanned the café. Her heart jumped to her throat as his gaze met hers. Heat spread through her body, and she could feel her face grow flushed with...

Excuse me.

Catherine jumped as his deep voice interrupted her musings. She raised her gaze and found herself looking into the blue eyes she had just been day dreaming about. She cleared her throat, nervous. Yes?

His arm swept the room, indicating the crowd. There doesn’t seem to be anywhere to sit. May I share your table? His smile caused her stomach to flutter. I promise I won’t disturb you.

Any coherent comment she may have made was lost, and all she could say was, Of course.

She licked her suddenly dry lips and jerked her eyes back to her book. While he connected his laptop, settled in his chair and began to eat, Catherine sat like a stone, wishing she was smoother with men.

It was hard enough to find a man with her sexual preferences. Being shy on top of being obsessed with dark fantasies had made for a series of long lonely nights.

I’ve seen you here before. His voice drew her gaze. Do you work at the courthouse?

Yes. I’m a court reporter. And you? She sounded so polite and stilted to her own ears.

I’m a lawyer. He cringed. People usually quit speaking to me at this point.

"They do?" How could they? I can’t take my eyes off you. I like lawyers. I work with them all day.

Well, I’m glad you do. He took another bite of his sandwich. "Do you