Femme Fatale-ish
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4.3 • 3 Ratings
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Publisher Description
My name is Blue—insert a mood-related joke here—and I’m a femme fatale in training. My goal is to join the CIA. Unfortunately, I have a tiny issue with birds, and the closest I’ve come to my dream is working for a government agency that’s disturbingly up-to-speed on everyone’s sexts, rants in private Facebook groups, and secret family chocolate-chip cookie recipes.
I know I’m a spy cliché, that agent who works at a desk but craves fieldwork. However, I have a plan: I’m going to infiltrate the secretive Hot Poker Club, where I’ve spotted a mysterious, sexy stranger who I’m convinced is a Russian spy.
And once I'm in? All I have to do is seduce the presumed spy without falling for him, so I can expose his true identity and prove my femme fatale bona fides to the CIA. I never lose concentration at work, so that'll be an absolute breeze for me. Oh, and did I mention he's sexy?
I’m doing it for my country, not my ovaries, I pinky swear.
WARNING: Now that you’ve finished reading this, your device will self-destruct in five seconds.
NOTE: This is a standalone, raunchy, slow-burn romantic comedy featuring a quirky, spy-movie-obsessed heroine, a scorching hot maybe-Russian, several terrifying tales about birds, and lots of text debates about the relative cuteness of animals. If any of the above is not your cup of tea, run far, far away. Otherwise, buckle up for a laugh-out-loud, feel-good ride.
Customer Reviews
Get Smart meets Mr. Bean
Blue Hyman is a cyber security agent working on *CLASSIFIED* assignments for the government, in a nondescript windowless building that no one knows exists. She would rather be doing some bonafide spying field work, if only the CIA would agree! Blue enlists her gay buddy Fabio to coach her in seduction techniques, and practices her spy craft by re-enacting scenes from all of her favourite espionage films. She’s determined to re-invent herself as the ultimate all-American Femme Fatale!
For her first foray into actual spy work, Blue sets out to infiltrate the secretive Hot Poker Club and honey pot the distractingly attractive Hottie McSpy. That’s her code name for her target. Apparently, his “real” name is Maxim. Max, for short. Actually, the two of them hit it off pretty well. But is Max the foreign spy that Blue thinks he is?
Get Smart meets Mr. Bean in this over-the-top romantic comedy about the spy wannabe Hyman sister. True to the neuroticism of the Hyman family, Blue Hyman has her own unique obsession, ornithophobia, the fear of birds. (Which makes for a very awkward type of Achilles Heel for a potential agent.) Prepare to be bombarded with spy jokes, “blue” jokes, and fear of birds jokes. And I mean bombarded, inundated, flooded and engulfed.
Misha Bell’s characters are adorable. I love Blue. She’s funny, crazy, but cute. And Max? Max is pure awesomeness: handsome, muscled, sexy, sweet, considerate, attentive, did I mention sexy? Max is MY man. I mean, I know Blue saw him first, but if she hadn’t, he would be mine. MINE! Blue’s menace of a feline, Machete, her sisters Olive and Gia, and best buddy Fabio round out the fabulous secondary cast.