Colleen Mooney

Dead in bed? Who you gonna call? Good Catholic school girl that she is, Brandy Alexander’s a true and trusted friend, not to mention something of a detective. So, when Brandy’s best friend Julia, the ex-stripper-turned-hotelier, finds her first guest covered in blood, lying half on and...

It was a kiss to kill for.... Brandy Alexander’s the real deal. Yes, that’s her real name and no, she’s not a stripper, but her best friend Julia is. 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 one of New...

Ava had known Brandy since they were kids. She had a gift for knowing when people lied to her. Brandy never did. When her FBI-trained friend transferred back from New York to the New Orleans office, her first call was to her old friend....

On a foggy night in the French Quarter... Brandy and Jiff were on a walk when they met him. Why did he hand her a note? There was something strange about the fellow. His clothes and hat made him look like a newspaper man from the '60s....

It was the perfect date night...until they saw their friend’s house explode. Was it an accident with the Fourth of July fireworks? Brandy and Jiff barely have time to catch their breath....

She had been friends with the judge for years. The party, celebrating his Best Judge of the Year award, had all his friends there. By all accounts, it was a success, but he forgot his jacket. She didn’t mind returning it, and that’s when she found his body in a pool of blood....

A much needed vacation turns deadly. A weekend getaway at the beach with Jiff was just what they both needed, but their plans for a relaxing escape are ruined when Brandy discovers a dead body under a pier. Does a dog hold the key to solving the case? Listen to find out more....

This will be Brandy’s first Christmas without Dante, but she is determined to enjoy the holiday going to parties and even a “Yappy Hour” with Jiff and both of their schnauzers....

Brandy witnesses a murder at a drive thru joint with the unlikely name of Cluck It: Chicken by the Bucket. And then it turns out nothing at the scene’s what it seems, or at any rate nobody’s who they seem....