A cult classic Honey West mystery that “reintroduce[s] the sassy private eye bombshell . . . to a new generation” (Los Angeles Times).
LA’s nerviest, curviest PI is up to her navel in trouble again, and this time she’s being framed for murder.
The Victims: Honey’s boy toy Rip Spensor, a Los Angeles Rams quarterback who got sacked by a steamroller (“ground right into the asphalt”), and Angela Scali, an Italian Hollywood beauty that set out for an innocent weekend at a nudist colony run by some quirky evangelical Christians and ended up hanging dead in a romantic mountain glade (“the grass underneath red with her blood”). What connects the two: Both were associated with a certain blonde gumshoe with an unmistakable 38–22–36 figure and a license to carry. Looks like Honey has gotten caught in a sticky situation . . .
“One of the first female private detectives in popular fiction . . . If you are looking for some fun, summer reading, you could do a lot worse than meeting Ms. Honey West.” —Pulp Fiction Reviews
