Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Blogtour: Submit for Redemption - Submission #1 by Robert Cage and Kathryn Sparrow




Please welcome Robert Cage and Kathryn Sparrow with 

Submit For Redemption

Submission, Book One 





Blurb:

When Army Ranger Captain Everett Palmer enters gay BDSM club Cuffed Links, he is seeking brutal punishment for what he perceives to be an unforgivable failure: allowing an entire squad of men under his command to die while he worked to defuse a bomb at his base. Everett initially wants only pure pain, which professional interrogator and jaded British aristocrat Colonel Phineas Bainbridge is more than prepared to give. Their meeting, however, is not at all by chance.
Phineas has been contracted to coerce a false confession from Everett, implicating the captain in planting the bomb. Phineas has tortured many men in the past, but there is something different about Everett Palmer, a man whose sheer purity of soul causes the colonel to question his every selfish, devious act and legion of war crimes.
In Submit for Redemption: Book One – Submission, erotic romance and spiritual redemption come from the most unexpected places – from the seedy extremes of a smoke-laden, neon-drenched bondage den to the tropical, hedonistic pleasures of Phineas’ private Greek island. On this unbidden psychosexual odyssey, Everett and Phineas find exactly what they don’t expect: a chance to redeem their troubled souls and fulfil their every romantic ideal. But the clock is ticking. The deeper Phineas falls in love with Everett, the harder it becomes to finish his assigned task. If he succeeds, the consequences may be far more explosive than he ever anticipated.


Excerpt:


Al leaned forward. “You’re a lucky boy, Everett, having all the playground equipment so close to home,” he said.
A tense silence pervaded the table as the appetizers were served, along with a chilled magnum of chardonnay.
Before Finny could stop him, Everett blurted: “What sort of toys? You mean the gym?”
Prescott roared. “No, no, silly boy, his toys back home. You’ve never seen the spread he has there? Quite impressive. Didn’t you finish the last job there yourself, Fin?”
“That will be enough, Al,” August intercepted. “Obviously he’s never been. And don’t talk business.”
Everett spoke again. “I’d like to hear about it, really.”
“You’ll hear about it when you’re good and ready,” Finny snapped. “And not before!”
Woolridge chuckled and Everett looked away, slightly hurt. The evening had turned sour quickly. What did they all mean about toys? Finny’s whips and chains? What was so exotic about that?
The rest of the dinner dragged for Everett. Finny seemed tense, barely acknowledging him for most of it. When dessert came around and the masters broke out their spirits and smokes, Ev noted Clark’s attention to Woolridge’s cigar clipping and lighting, wishing he could do the same for Finny, but he hadn’t the tools or the training.
He began to wonder, sadly, if he ever would.
I’ve fucked up again, haven’t I? Some things never change.
Ev fixed his gaze on the chandelier above him, remembering what had started as the best day of his life.
He had just returned home from baseball practice, and he approached the mailbox, as he did each day now, his heart racing. Would today be the day?
He had already received his acceptance letters from Princeton and Stanford, but still hadn’t heard from his first choice. And then suddenly, there it was, right before him, an innocuous looking envelope with the West Point return address in the corner. He started for the house, his hands shaking.
He took a deep breath and tore the envelope open. His eyes only had to light on the word acceptance—he didn’t need to read another word. Ev let out a loud whoop of glee. Success! He would join the army just like his father and brother, but as one of the best—the elite.
The baby’s piercing scream sliced through the air. His mother’s acerbic voice instantly followed. “What in tarnation? You woke my grandson!”
Ev’s gut clenched reflexively.
Please not today, please. “Sorry mother, I—”
His mother charged from the downstairs room that his sister, Megan, shared with the baby. Her wagging finger pierced his field of vision, as if he were two and had climbed the counter to steal a cookie.  All the while, the baby’s irritated whine followed her. “Don’t sorry me! You should know better than to wake a sleeping baby! How old are you anyhow, Everett Palmer?”
Megan poked her head out of the kitchen. Her long blond hair fell in greasy lanks around her face; dark circles accented her eyes. “Mom? Did he wake up? Does he need to nurse ag’in?”
His mother’s face softened as she regarded her youngest child and only daughter.  “Sorry princess,” she said, her voice dropping a few registers. “Your brother here woke him. Go back to your homework. I’ll take care of the baby.”
Ev’s chest twisted inside. Surely his news made some difference! “Sorry mom, really. It’s just that—”
The door to their small home opened and his father stumbled in, his arm around Ev’s older brother, Carl. The two men reeked of alcohol, as usual. His father’s bloodshot eyes narrowed as he gestured towards Megan’s room. “Everythin’ all right? The baby’s screamin’!”
“Your son here came home an’ woke ‘im.”
Ev cringed as his father focused his deadly glare upon him yet again. “Everett, you know how hard your sister works, to not only keep that baby fed but stay in high school? Do I need to get my belt?”
“I’m sorry, father. It’s just—”
“Stop with your damn sorrys! They’re worthless! You’ll escape the back of my hand this time, boy, since I’m in such a good mood.” His unshaven face split with a grin, revealing his yellowed teeth. “Your brother got promoted today—Private First Class!”
A plethora of emotions washed through Ev: genuine pleasure for his brother; a mixture of relief and disappointment at the loss of the beating—his father rarely bothered to discipline him; but most of all, eagerness to impart his news when his father was in a good mood, which wasn’t often. Perhaps Ev could share in his brother’s glory, just this once.
A smile lit his mother’s face, even as the wailing baby continued. “That’s wonderful! Congratulations Carl!”
“Thanks, Mom.” Carl embraced his mom, a little wobbly on his feet.
Ev loved to see his mom like this: happy, a genuine smile on her face as she stood on tip-toes to reach around Carl’s neck.
“I see you two have been celebrating,” Mom said. “I have more good news. Megan got a C+ on her math test. Can you believe it? I was so afraid they was gonna flunk her since she’d been out so long with the baby.”
Dad swayed as he clapped Ev’s Mom on the back. “Well, that’s great news. She works too hard with the baby and all.”
Ev couldn’t contain it any longer. This was the perfect moment. “I got accepted into West Point.” Ev’s chest pumped up. The culmination of everything he had been working for was happening—right here and now.
Dad’s smile disappeared from his face as he turned to face Ev. “An officer? You? You think your brother and I are saluting you in this house? Ha! That’s good!” He stalked toward Everett until he was inches form his face, his whiskey-soaked breath rolling forth. His father’s face clouded with revulsion, as if Ev had just taken a shit on the floor. “To think, a son of mine—a pansy fucking officer! Not a real fighting man—a man who gets his hands dirty!”
And just like that, Ev’s world crashed around him. He headed for his room and quickly found the razor blade.
Two precise cuts, right up his arm. He fell back on his small bed, hugging himself, letting the blood spill, reveling in the pain swathing through him, setting his nerves ablaze. Someday, someone would notice him. Someday he wouldn’t be nothing.


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Everett Palmer and the Power of Denial

Hi everybody! I’m Kathryn Sparrow, one of the co-authors (along with Robert Cage) of Submission: Submit for Redemption, Book One. Thanks for hosting us today.

In the beginning of our novel, Everett (Ev) Palmer had certain beliefs about himself and the world around him that were based on his personal experiences. Through the course of the novel, Ev learns he isn’t who he thought he was.

The first factor that affects Ev’s character is based on him being the middle child in his family.

Ev’s father had been thrilled when his first born child was a son (Ev’s brother Carl), but his mother really wanted a daughter. So they had another child, but instead of the desired girl, Ev was born. His father was already devoted to Ev’s older brother and Ev wasn’t the daughter his mother dreamed of. When their third child turned out to be a girl, Ev’s mother was ecstatic. She had her little princess.

Ev craved the love and attention his siblings received and he was naturally bright and athletic. Some of his teachers and coaches saw his potential and encouraged him, rewarding him when he did well. That approval was like a balm to Ev and he wanted more. Since he only got validation for a good job he became obsessed with being perfect. He dreamed that if he could achieve perfection, maybe even his father would notice and approve.

The second factor that affects Ev’s character is his father’s attitude towards homosexuality.

Ev’s father was a passive homophobe. He didn’t beat up homosexual men or march in picket lines with church groups. He showed his beliefs in small passive-aggressive ways that were in many ways more hurtful than an outright attitude of disdain. When Ev was three, he skinned his knee trying to play basketball with his big brother. When Ev naturally cried, instead of offering comfort, his father said, “Don’t be such a fag.”

When Ev hit puberty, he noticed other boys, but told himself it was wrong. He knew this would be one more reason for his father to be disappointed with him. Being gay didn’t fit with Ev’s need to fit the twisted perfect ideal that he had set for himself. So he denied his sexual attraction. He put it in a mental box, closed the top, and threw away the key.

The lack of validation from his parents and his denial of his own needs had consequences on Ev. He developed an obsessive compulsion to hurt himself, and knives were always easy to procure in the military.

Finny offered Ev something he had never had before. Finny offered to not just love Ev but take care of him. In fact, Finny didn’t just offer, he insisted that he take care of Ev and he proved that he was more than able to be what Ev needed.

This was very compelling to Ev. So compelling, he was willing to give up his carefully constructed life and change everything.

Contact either Robert or myself on Twitter or by email. We live to hear from readers!

Robert: @robertcage2 on Twitter or Robert@robertcage.com.

Kathryn: @KSparrowAuthor on Twitter or Kathryn@kathrynsparrow.com



About the authors:

Kathryn Sparrow has had stories spinning around in her head her whole life and finally decided it was time to write them down. After working twenty years in the Software Industry, she has left the engineering world to be a chauffeur mom (because she doesn’t really get to stay-at-home). She lives with her fantastic, geek husband and her two adorable, sometimes infuriating daughters, who are too smart for their Mommy's own good. If she had spare time she would spend it knitting, crocheting, cross-stitching, and doing any other handicrafts that catch her fancy.


Robert Cage has been writing BDSM novels and short stories for close to twenty years, publishing on the Web through various e-book publishers. From 1997 to 2010 he authored four novels and one collection of short fiction under another pseudonym. He has always striven to make his fiction “more story and character-focused than much of what he sees published in the BDSM world.”

Robert has just released his first novel, which he coauthored with writing partner Kathryn Sparrow in the male romance genre. Available now in both Kindle and print formats from Storm Moon Press, it is titled Submit for Redemption/Book One: Submission and is the first book in a multibook series planned by Robert and Kathryn. Robert is currently busy at work on Just Desserts, a novel that is a prequel to Submit for Redemption/Book One: Submission. He and Kathryn also plan to release Submit for Redemption/Book Two: Domination soon, also from Storm Moon Press.

In addition to writing fiction, Robert collects books, music, and films avidly, and also contributes to a number of online film sites as a movie reviewer.





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