The Honeytrap | Spicy Female Assassin Thriller - PAPERBACK - Book 4

THE WORLD’S DEADLIEST HONEYTRAP

IS FINALLY LOSING CONTROL.

Camilla Lee has become one of the most feared assassins in the shadows of international espionage.

Beautiful. Unpredictable. Lethal.

After a string of successful covert operations, MI6 orders their most dangerous operative to step away from the violence and return home to Australia for some much-needed recovery.

But Camilla Lee has never followed orders well.

Instead of resting, she launches herself into a reckless personal crusade driven by obsession, desire, and a burning need to prove herself once again. Friends, lovers, enemies — nobody is safe when Camilla decides to tear through the world like a wrecking ball.

And this time, the greatest danger may not come from the criminals she hunts…

…but from Camilla herself.

As her double life spirals further out of control, seduction becomes more dangerous than ever, relationships begin to fracture, and the emotional cracks beneath her deadly exterior finally start to show.

Packed with:

• Female assassin suspense
• International espionage
• Vigilante justice
• Dangerous seduction
• Psychological tension
• Dark romance
• Covert operations
• Fast-paced thriller action

The Honeytrap is a gritty, emotionally explosive thriller perfect for fans of femme fatale assassins, dark psychological suspense, revenge thrillers, and addictive action-packed drama.

From Australian thriller author Jerry Furnell, Book Four of the The Naked Assassin series pushes Camilla Lee into her most reckless and emotionally dangerous mission yet.

Because some weapons don’t fire bullets…

Some weapons wear silk.

Reader Advisory

The Honeytrap contains strong adult themes, dangerous seduction, erotic tension, violence, and psychological suspense.

This is a dark, fast-paced thriller intended for mature readers who enjoy emotionally intense, spicy suspense fiction.

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Chapter 1

Some girls want diamond rings. Some just want everything. I just want to rid the world of child traffickers. But Tony Walters, my roguishly handsome and terribly British boss at MI6, Hong Kong, refuses to offer me a new mission. Instead, the bastard insists I take six months R & R.
It is barely half a year since I became a special agent, yet Julia Wang, our in-house psychologist, believes I am on the verge of burnout. The frigid old cow tells London I have become more a liability than an asset.
Yes, it has been a crazy six months, but I feel my track record proves this tiger is on her game. Just look at my journey; less than a year ago, I was finishing school, not a care in the world. Then everything turned on its head after a home invasion left me in a coma, and my parents dead. In my search for answers, I discovered my father was a former enforcer for the Seven Dragons triad in HK. He fled the triad and started a new life, but they found and assassinated him. I learnt the truth and dished out some payback, but it backfired. After confronting the head of the triad, Dragon Master Wu, he left me no choice but to defend myself and take his life. But instead of a pat on the back, I faced murder charges for a crime most would label a righteous slaying.
Seven months ago, I thought my days of freedom were over. I faced a murder trial and almost certain gaol time. However, the Seven Dragons triad wanted me sooner. The new Dragon Master, Leong Xu Li, ordered my head on a plate. He sent a hit team to ambush the embassy car as it returned me from Hong Kong’s Chek Lap Kok Airport after I farewelled my lover, Big Red.
I survived the ambush, only to find my life taking yet another unexpected turn. It culminated in MI6 recruiting me to a top secret division in Hong Kong. However, Camilla Lee had to die. A deception needed to end the police hunt, and defuse the Seven Dragons, sworn to find and kill me.
Now, the tables have turned, and the Dragons are the ones fighting to survive. My last mission wreaked havoc on the triad after I freed hundreds of underage girls from sexual slavery in the triad’s many Hong Kong brothels. To add more nails to the coffin, Sonny, MI6’s top computer nerd, and his hacker friends flooded social media with posts exposing the Dragons for what they really are; evil, child-abusing criminals.
Much to my disappointment, three-hundred-year-old triads do not die altogether. Yes, I clipped the Dragons’ wings, but according to the latest intel from Sonny and Cartwright, head of signals, the triad’s criminal activity has resumed. Just on a smaller, less public scale. More drugs, extortion, gambling, but fewer brothels. Yes, their brothels faced such intense police scrutiny, many were forced to close. It is no longer quite so easy for paedophiles to engage with underage girls. I am chuffed. Job satisfaction buoys my spirits. My confidence is on a high, so Tony’s insistence his best agent takes a “much needed break” strikes me as absurd. A waste of my time and skills.
He also reckons my continued presence in HK makes me a liability. The police have a city-wide alert for the “mystery woman” who freed those underage girls from the triad’s clutches.
However, the cops do not have my photo or any security camera footage because MI6’s computer geeks got there first. Nor do the cops know or suspect that the infamous Camilla Lee is still alive; not dead and buried, as publicised six months ago.
What they do have is the testimony of multiple witnesses, and an AI image which, I will admit, somewhat resembles me. Or… a thousand HK girls like me. It makes me the needle in the haystack, and so long as I do not draw attention to myself, I should be fine. I have my MI6 wig, special bra, and glasses to disguise my appearance should I need to hit the streets. So where is the problem?
But Tony disagrees. He says it is only a matter of time before someone sees the similarity between the AI image and the face in the closed file on the dead Camilla Lee.
Unfortunately for me, my quest to bring down the Seven Dragons triad left too much shit on the walls. Shit, which might attract the wrong attention to MI6’s secret HK operations.
The HK authorities want my head on a plate. The official police line is to stamp out reckless vigilante violence. Should they catch me, they will make a very public example of me.
In truth, several high-ranking officials fear exposure if I remain at large. Their support for the once popular Seven Dragons triad makes them complicit in child-trafficking and child-murder. They also fear they may be next on my hit list, and truth be told, if Tony would just give me the nod, I would be more than happy to snuff them out… one sick fuck at a time.
Hence the manhunt. They want me locked away, or better yet, dead.
Should China catch wind of Britain’s involvement in domestic affairs, there would be hell to pay. Consequently, Tony’s priority is to deflect suspicion away from our unit. To this end, Sonny has manipulated social media to convince the authorities that the woman responsible for upending the HK sex industry was a rogue whacko on a personal vendetta.
Sonny’s deception may have convinced the public, but the corrupt powerbrokers will not rest until I am caught and silenced.
‘Why don’t we turn the tables? Let me hunt them,’ I say, but Tony shakes his head and explains it would only stir more trouble. Far better, we leave the corrupt officials alone. Reckons six months should be long enough for the hunt to fizzle out.
I step around his desk, slide onto his lap, and nibble his ear. ‘I could do a mission in another country? Mexico’s sex industry has a terrible record for abusing children. Send me there.’
‘Camilla. I appreciate your spirit, but no. You’ve earned a break. Now take it. It’s for your own good.’