By Tim Smith
For this month’s promo, I’d like to highlight another good
book you probably haven’t read. “Catch and Release” is book 5 in my popular
Nick Seven spy thriller series. I did a couple of different things with this
one. All of the other installments take place primarily in the Florida Keys. I
moved this one to Virginia Beach under the guise of Nick and Felicia taking a
long trip on Nick’s cabin cruiser, up the eastern seaboard for a change of
scenery.
The biggest change I made was taking the story focus
off of Nick. The other stories involved something from his checkered past
coming back to cause problems, with Felicia helping him with the crisis du
jour. I decided that after four installments, it was time for Felicia to
have her own adventure. This time, it’s something from her past career as a CIA
spook that rises from the ashes, something she needs to resolve. In the
previous installments, she has been a very strong supporting character, vital
to the plots. This time out, Nick is relegated to helping her, like she has
helped him previously.
“Former CIA spies Nick Seven and Felicia Hagens
decided to take a break from the Florida Keys to enjoy the white sands and cool
waters of Virginia Beach. Their relaxation comes to an abrupt halt when Felicia
recognizes the notorious Russian criminal named Festov. But Felicia killed
Festov six years earlier in Amsterdam—or so she thought. This unexpected
appearance reveals a terrifying conspiracy with global implications. Is it
really Festov or someone made up to look like him? Can Felicia and Nick stop
Festov and his partners before they hatch their deadly plan?”
This story gave me the opportunity to explore
Felicia’s character and history more thoroughly. She has a full, rich
background, and I felt it was time to highlight it. I have always made her as
tough and resourceful as Nick, but this caper delved deeper into her
personality and mindset. It reveals more about her childhood on Barbados,
including a few personal experiences that shaped her adult personality. The
story also strengthens the relationship she has with Nick.
Felicia sat on the beach with Nick, her knees pulled
near her torso and her arms resting on them while she stared at the night sky
over the ocean. A few birds did a call-and-response with each other in the
distance, countering the sounds of others occupying the beach. Sure is
peaceful out here. She glanced over at Nick, who had stretched out
on the blanket and crossed his feet at the ankles.
“What made you think of doin’ this?” she asked.
“You did, when you told me how much fun you used to
have on the beach back home.”
She leaned over and kissed him. “You’re sweet.”
He sat up, retrieved two Piña Colada wine coolers from
the ice bucket then handed one to her. She took a swallow and resumed looking
at the horizon. The evening breeze had cooled the sultry temps of daytime,
making it tolerable. She pointed at a small flashing light high in the sky.
“What do you think?” she asked. “Star or satellite?”
“The romantic in me wants to say star.” He placed his
hand on her cheek to turn her face toward his. “Our very own star, just looking
over us.”
Felicia pushed him onto his back and kissed him. She
peered into his eyes and ran her fingers along his brow and cheek. “You aren’t
really such a hard-ass as you like people to think. Did you know that?”
Nick played with a strand of her hair. “Don’t let it
get around.”
“Afraid someone might find out what a pushover you
really are?”
“Yeah, that’s me. Carbon steel on the outside, cotton
candy inside.”
Felicia glanced at three young women who had staked
their claim a dozen yards away, trying to be articulate between sips of wine
and puffs on the joint they passed around. The rancid-sweet smell of Colombian
gold drifted through the air. The longer the women toked, the more heated their
discussion became. From what Felicia could hear, it was a spirited debate on
the pros and cons of anal sex. The pros argued that it was great as long as you
used enough lube, while the one con held firm that afterwards she couldn’t sit
comfortably for a week. This was followed by more toking and uncontrolled
giggling.
“Interesting debate,” Nick commented.
“The things people argue about when they’re stoned.”
“What’s a beach party like back home?”
Felicia took a drink before answering. “Everybody
brought somethin’ homemade and we’d have a big bonfire with a pot of crabs
cookin’.” She grinned at the memory. “My uncle would get juiced and pour in a
bottle of homemade rum for flavoring.”
“Did it help?”
“Not really, but the crabs enjoyed it.”
Nick laughed. “Guess that took the sting out of being
boiled alive. What else happened?”
“After ev’ryone got their fill of crabs and fried
plantains, and they passed around the jugs of wine, somebody would play music
and people danced.” She leaned in close and lowered her voice. “Don’t tell
anyone, but some of us would sneak off to go skinny dippin’.”
“So that’s where you learned not to wear clothes at
the beach.”
She squeezed his knee. “Don’t knock it till you’ve
tried it.”
This story has an intriguing plotline with more than a
few twists and turns, including an eye-popping surprise ending. There’s fast-paced
action, humor, atmosphere, romance and erotic encounters between two very
likable, sexy characters. What more could you ask for? You can find it at the
link below. Happy reading!
I love Felicia!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lisabet. Felicia is a fun character to write, and she was overdue for an adventure of her own. It was interesting to reverse the roles and put Nick in the co-pilot seat for a change.
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