Welcome Nick Seven from Never Look Back
Today we’re talking with Nick Seven, a former CIA agent who lives in
Nick is the hero of a new romantic thriller by bestselling, award-winning
author Tim Smith, “Never Look Back,” from Extasy Books. Nick, you spent a dozen
years in the CIA and were pretty much the go-to guy when it came to tracking
down terrorists. Why did you suddenly decide to leave? Key
(Laughs). Nice try, but you’ll have to read the book to find out. Is that the best you’ve got? Whenever I interrogated someone they felt it for days afterward.
Your adventures are now limited to The
Keys. How did you end up there?
When I quit the CIA, I couldn’t decide where I wanted to settle. I could’ve gone to
Rio, you name it, but I’d been to The Keys and something
about the laid-back atmosphere hooked me and reeled me in. Besides, I’ve always
loved fresh seafood and the sunsets are to die for.
Inquiring minds want to know about Felicia, the beauty from
lives with you. You two were reunited when the CIA drafted you back into action
in your previous adventure, “Memories Die Last.” Anything you’d like to add? Barbados
Felicia was a member of my team when I worked in
several years ago. There were sparks from the start but I didn’t do anything
about it at the time. When the suits in The Agency conned me into coming back
for one last case, there she was. We just picked up where we should’ve started
the first time.
To put it bluntly, Felicia is sex on two feet – bronzed skin, long brown hair, sensual eyes, the cutest
accent and a body a supermodel would kill for. She also has a right cross
that’ll bring a wrestler to his knees.
It’s definitely an aphrodisiac. The climate, the scenery, everything. There’s something about having sex under the palms on a starry night that’s a real turn-on.
Just under the palms?
Or on the beach, or in the cabin of my boat, or in the Jacuzzi under a full moon.
You’ve certainly covered all the bases in your adventures, haven’t you?
Let’s put it this way – it ain’t Bogie and Bacall’s
In your newest adventure you and Felicia get drawn back into the espionage game by someone from your past. What happens?
I don’t want to give a spoiler alert, but we do get involved in something neither of us wants by a former co-worker with a grudge. Felicia has to make a couple of life-altering decisions as well. In between shoot-outs and killings we still manage to find time for some mind-blowing sex, so there’s something for everyone.
One reviewer said “Nick Seven is the kind of guy your mother wouldn’t let you play with.” Is that an accurate assessment?
That probably explains why I had such a lonely childhood. I suppose some of my rougher edges turn off a few people, but when they take the time to know me I’m really a pussycat. I just don’t show it very well or very often.
What do you like to do when you aren’t solving cases and outwitting devious criminal minds?
First of all, I don’t go looking for trouble but it seems to find me. It’s the damnedest thing, too because all I want to do is live in my personal corner of paradise. I like gambling, boating and fine Scotch. To me a great evening is one spent on the deck, listening to some good jazz and watching the sunset over The Gulf. It doesn’t get much better than that.
Do you ever miss the globetrotting you had to do when you were a spy?
Not really. I had enough of that during my stint as a spook. There are places I wouldn’t mind visiting again for pleasure, but I’m not in any rush.
Sounds like you’ve really adopted the Keys lifestyle.
I’m pretty laid back. One of the things I like about living here is that no one really cares who you are or what you did before you got here. I think that’s why there are so many former Federal agents in The Keys. It’s very anonymous.
Does that mean there are skeletons rattling around in your closet?
Look, Pally, we all have things we’d like to keep buried. What if I turned that question around and asked if you had something you’d rather the world not find out?
Okay, point taken. Let’s get back to Felicia.
My favorite subject. When we first began working together, I wasn’t overly enthused about her joining my team. Even though she was a former Marine and about as hard as they come, she had no field experience. She proved me wrong very quickly, though and removed any doubts I may have had. She’s also a great kisser and makes me hotter than
in July. (Looks at his watch.) Are we
about done? I have a sunset to catch and a bottle of Grouse with my name on it.
Just one more question. What does the future hold for you and Felicia?
Probably more adventures, whether we want them or not. I’m just trying to live life on my own terms, but this Tim Smith guy won’t let me do that. What did I ever do to him besides give him a couple of best sellers? As for Felicia, I get the impression that if I don’t stay out of trouble, she’ll pack her bags and haul ass back to
Tim Smith is an award-winning, bestselling author whose books range from romantic thrillers to contemporary erotic romance. He is also a freelance photographer. When he isn’t pursuing those two passions he can often be found in The Florida Keys, doing research between parasailing and seeking out the perfect Mojito. His website is www.timsmithauthor.com.
“Never Look Back” blurb:
Nick Seven and Felicia Hagens left the CIA to carve out an idyllic anonymous life in the
Florida Keys. The last
thing they wanted was to be used by their former employer as pawns in America’s
war on terror. Nick and Felicia navigate a complex maze of intrigue and
double-crosses while dealing with a rogue agent from their past who has a score
to settle. When Felicia becomes part of the scheme the stakes get higher and
more personal. Can Nick keep her out of harm’s way or will he finally be
outwitted? Will Felicia stay with him or return to Barbados?
Nick lay in bed trying to go to sleep, but after the evening’s events it wasn’t possible. He closed his eyes and slowly exhaled a deep relaxing breath. He opened his eyes when he felt Felicia’s hand gently running along his chest. He raised his head and looked over at her. Her eyes were open and she stared at him.
He sat up and leaned against the headboard. A wisp of moonlight shone through the open curtains and highlighted her soft brown eyes. “Something wrong?”
She slowly shook her head while moving her hand down his torso. “Nothin’ wrong. I just don’t feel like sleepin’.”
“Want to talk about it?”
She scooted over then kissed him. “Don’t feel like talkin’, either.” She paused. “You saved me tonight – again.”
He placed his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. “You’re worth it.”
Her hand moved further south. “Seein’ you show your tough side makes me hot.”
She leaned in and kissed a light trail along his cheek while her fingers roamed the back of his neck. “I just feel so close to you,” she whispered. “When all hell broke loose you didn’t hesitate. You wanted to make sure I didn’t get hurt.”
Nick peered into her eyes. They gave off a soft glow in the dimness. He felt something inside, a warmth and a longing to bond with Felicia in the most intimate way, to make her a part of him. He gave her a deep kiss and felt her breasts moving against his chest and her hand fondling him into hardness.
“I’m feeling pretty close to you, too,” he said.
Felicia slithered down his body and took him into her mouth. She lovingly sucked him while her hand squeezed and stroked. The fingers of her other hand raked his chest. Nick moaned softly as Felicia got him fully hard. He wanted to pull her to him but knew this was her seduction. He reached down to play with her nipple, tweaking it between his fingers until it was hard and puckered. Felicia purred and sucked him harder and deeper, working her throat down his length. She teasingly ran the tip of her tongue along his swollen head, making him jerk and throb.
Nick’s breathing rate accelerated. “I love it when you do that.” He opened his eyes and looked at Felicia’s head bobbing up and down, increasing his excitement. “Felicia, I need you,” he panted.
Felicia straddled him, grasped his cock and placed it at her wet opening. Slowly, teasingly, she lowered herself onto him. “So damn hard,” she whispered.