J.D. Ryan

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

Billy’s eyes teared up. “They could have killed him by the time anybody gets here. What are we supposed to do?”


“Call.” Nikoloz thought hard. Where had Vikushka put his revolver? He struggled with the door handle and finally remembered that Vikushka had locked the door before he’d left. After he’d unlocked the door, it opened easily enough.


“You can’t get out!” Billy cried, leaping out after him. “I promised.”


Nikoloz opened the trunk and retrieved the spare kit bag. He changed the clip in his revolver to one containing actual bullets. He leaned down to stare into Billy’s face, ignoring the way the boy’s eyes enlarged and shrank. “Listen. Vikushka needs us both.”


“This is true. I cannot trust my senses. You sound like an oboe.” Nikoloz took a deep breath and tried to focus. “I cannot help them alone.”


“What do you want me to do?” Billy’s brow furrowed. “I’m supposed to call for back-up.”


Chapter 43