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

“I am going to show you how to tie up an annoying enemy if you do not go straight back to your bed.” Nikoloz punctuated his speech with little shakes of the boy’s arm.


“That’d be hard to explain to Daddy when he came to wake me up.”


“I feel certain that he would understand.” Nikoloz rose carefully, crouching with one foot on either side of the roof peak. “If you do not return to your room at once, I will provide you with a graphic demonstration of one of a spy’s most valuable techniques. Your friends at school would probably be highly amused to learn that you sleep with a Barbie doll.”


Billy’s eyes widened. “I do not! I don’t even have a Barbie doll!”


Nikoloz hauled the boy close and spoke very softly. “But photographs can be provided to prove that you do.”


Billy said nothing. Nikoloz carefully slid down the roof, still holding on to the boy’s arm. He helped Billy down onto the porch roof. “I will watch to be certain that you get back through your window safely.”


Chapter 12