Description

Most people celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival with lanterns and mooncakes. I'll be spending mine taking out a Triad money man on a rooftop in Shanghai.

The target: Zhao Wen. Businessman. Politician. Philanthropist—if you believe the headlines. Underneath the polish? Smuggling, kickbacks, and enough blood on his hands to drown the city. Taking him out should've been simple—but Jane never gives me simple. Not when she can twist every job into another one of her tests.

Now I'm stuck shimmying through ventilation shafts, freezing in a slip of a dress, and trying not to strangle my contact, who's way too smug for his own good.

If you like thrillers spiked with snark, poison-tipped tension, and assassins who'd rather stab first and snack later, Bitter Little Mooncake will leave you breathless, bloodstained, and ready to toast the holiday with something stronger than tea.