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

She shrieked with laughter. “Acid! In the coffee andthe fruit. Ain’t that a trip?”


She’d slipped a double dose to him. Nikoloz should be worried, but he found himself unable to summon up the proper emotion. He was suffused with a remarkable feeling of calm. He ran a hand over Margaret’s arm, enjoying the intense sensations from his fingers.


“Délo drjan’,” he said. “Why?”


“You need to be one with the universe for a while, Nicky. You need to groove with me.”


One with the universe…that was what this feeling was. He was connected. He was enhanced. He was in trouble.


“I think you need to kiss me,” Margaret said, leaning close. Her hands roamed over his back, sending bursts of pleasure along his body. “You haven’t lived until you make love on acid.”


She closed her mouth on his. He should pull away, should get off the damn sofa, and call for help. Margaret’s hands clenched in his hair. She sucked on his lower lip.


Chapter 38