Anita McLeod’s Blog
Never say never
I honestly never thought this novel would see the light of day. If the title sounds familiar to you, you’ve probably seen it in the RWA contest listings or even judged part of the manuscript in an RWA sponsored contest. Overlord finaled multiple times and was repeatedly requested by editors, but something always went wrong, usually at the last minute. It was heartbreaking to stand so close to success only to watch that potential disappear because an editor left or a line folded. But there is an upside in that when my series finally found a home, it also found an editor who honestly loves my work and has helped me to grow as a writer. So, never say never because you never know. J
His planet is his prison…and only she can set him free.
After a year, Michael "Overlord" Parker finally knows who's been pilfering his black market goods. Astonishingly, the elusive Bandit of Taiga isn't a man. It's a woman, an infuriating spitfire who's half in love with Michael's overly romanticized reputation.
Remarkably Average Mary exudes an intoxicating scent that Michael can't quite puzzle out, even with his unique ability. As long as she remains bound and blindfolded, he has the advantage—and the bonus of tormenting the bane of his existence.
Mary's deceptively innocent face has never failed her. Yet somehow she's at the mercy of a man she knows only as "Commander". His demands are simple. Surrender her methods of banditry, or surrender her body. As his essence invades her intuitive ability—and her remaining senses—she becomes increasingly frantic to escape before she yields all that and more to her compelling captor.
Their sensual sparring ignites, and Michael finds himself wanting to erase Overlord's myth from her fantasies in favor of the real man. But first he has to foil the slippery little devil's escape attempts. And find out who's been using her to unknowingly help the empire wipe him off the face of his own planet.
Warning: This futuristic medieval contains a planet-owning alpha hero, a feisty heroine who can swear in over thirty languages, a side-kick with a crackleseed addiction, witty repartee, epic space battles, sensual karate, and tight black leather pants.
Commander stood and pulled her with him.
“Even at your very best, you could not fight me off if I were of a mind to have you, active bracelet or not.”
“You wouldn’t.” She looked up into his determined face.
“You know this for a fact because…” His wicked gaze held her captive even more than his hands on her arms.
“Because…” She trailed off when nothing came to mind. She couldn’t think of one reason to prevent him from doing whatever he pleased and, damn it all to hell, but the idea of being at his mercy excited her. Desperate to find a valid excuse, she remembered his promise not to steal from her. “You wouldn’t take me against my will since it’s a lot more of a power trip for you if I give in.”
His eyes lit up as if a flash grenade had gone off in his skull.
“And you say I’m transparent.” She laughed in his face until he pressed her against the wall of flexiglass with three long, pressing strides. Birds squawked away from the edge.
“A whole day without food, locked in your bathroom like a trembling coward, you emerge ready and willing to fight once again.” It sounded like a question, but the answer simmered in his knowing eyes.
She lowered her gaze. “I don’t want to fight with you.”
“I don’t want to fight with you, either.” He tilted her face up and held his mouth so close she could taste his breath.
Melting into his embrace, she longed to lift her lips the fraction he demanded for contact but vowed not to move. Even if desire killed her, she’d keep her lips to herself.
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