The New Orleans Go Cup Chronicles Vol 1-2 (The New Orleans Go Cup Chronicles Books 1-2)

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First two side-splitting New Orleans Go Cup Chronicles.

All the fun of Mardi Gras—without the hangover! Colleen Mooney’s funny, romantic, delightfully meandering cozy mysteries gua-ran-tee you gon’ have a authentic Noo Awlins experience, dawlin’! And a wild ride into the bargain. Brandy Alexander’s the real deal–yes, that’s her real name and she’s not even a stripper, although her best friend Julia is.

Love a trip to New Orleans without the calories and hangover? And, animal lovers will flat-out swoon!

Rescued by a Kiss
A kiss to kill for . . .

Brandy still lives with her parents in the Irish Channel and she’s sort of semi kind of engaged to the boy next door, who’s—what else?—one of NOLA’s finest. And Italian.

Dante, the BF, is such a thoroughgoing New Orleanian he always manages Mardi Gras parade duty on his own block. So you’d think Brandy might be a little self-conscious when a suave Svengali in one of the gentlemen’s walking clubs mesmerizes her into a big fat Mardi Gras smooch right in front of him. But not a bit. Because after all, it’s Mardi Gras, and also for another good reason—“that kiss was long, slow, hot—unlike any kiss I’d ever had in my life.” She makes a date to meet Mr. Good Kiss after the parade (Yes! Right in front of Mr. Right Next Door) but—horrors—arrives just in time to see him get shot. Although fortunately not shot dead. Before he passes out, he pulls her close and whispers, “Save Isabella.”

And with that we’re off on a screwball chase all over town, from Lee Circle to the Lakefront, with a stop at Charity Hospital, and finally to the French Quarter’s favorite gay dance club, at all times accompanied by Schnauzers, one of them named Geaux Cup.

 Dead and Breakfast
Dead in bed . . . Who you gonna call?

Brandy Alexander is a true and trusted friend—not to mention something of a detective. Who else would you call if you found a full-blown murder mystery in your bedroom? So when Brandy’s best friend Julia, the ex-stripper-turned hotelier, finds her first guest covered in blood, lying half on and half off a broken bed—with Julia’s panties swinging from the chandelier—she gets Brandy on the horn. And Brandy does the only sensible thing: first makes coffee, then calls the police.

And who should respond but her recent ex-boyfriend, Dante, with a brand new daggers-looking female partner. But wait! This is not nearly complicated enough for Noo Awlins, where, after all, everybody knows everybody! Julia’s lawyer is none other than Jiff, Brandy’s new squeeze (and the reason Dante’s the ex-boyfriend).

As the suspense mounts, the romance blossoms, and not just one—Jiff’s looking more and more like Mr. Right: a 100% Class Act, with his own Schnauzer and a soft spot for Brandy’s three. But Dante makes it clear that he doesn’t plan to go quietly; the former Mr. Right Next Door has a few very sexy moves he’s been holding in reserve, which can knock off more than Brandy’s socks!