Cold War, hot spies, y'all. Vincent and Kolya are back -- in the Deep South. They must protect a brilliant chemist and his family while the man completes the new formula he's promised to sell to T.H.R.U.S.T.<br><br>The assignment should have been a piece of pecan pie, but F.I.S.T. has its eye on the formula, and the local rednecks take exception to a bunch of Damn Yankees moving into their territory. Can the two spies keep the family safe? Will the doctor's two precocious children sabotage the whole assignment?<br><br>And what about Vincent and Kolya's new relationship? This is their first assignment since they made the decision to move in together. Can they cope with the strain of the job ... and the humidity? Or will their new romance be put on the back burner along with the grits and collard greens?

Southern Fried Spies

Nikoloz checked the windows, pulling the blinds completely down and closing the curtains on top of them. “Unless the boy can climb the side of the building, he cannot look in from the windows.”


“Wait. Forgot the damn lube.” Vincent dashed to the bathroom and returned with the tube in one fist and a damp towel in the other. “Going to need this.”


He pulled down the sheets and patted the edge of the bed. “C’mere, little boy, and let me tuck you in.”


Nikoloz raised an eyebrow. He stripped off his sweater and trousers and slipped between the sheets. Vincent did the same from the other side of the bed, and they rolled toward the middle and ended up belly to belly. Nikoloz ran his hands over the muscular chest as Vincent’s mouth came down on his lips.


Chapter 10