What Happens After Just One New Orleans Kiss?
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. Brandy still lives with her parents in the Irish Channel and she’s sort of semi kind of engaged to the boy next door.
Then a suave Svengali in one of the gentlemen’s walking clubs mesmerizes her into a big fat Mardi Gras smooch. “The kiss was long, slow, hot—unlike any kiss I’d ever had in my life.”
She decides to meet Mr. Good Kiss after the parade, 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 then, in case you aren’t yet in the carnival spirit, the fun begins.
The Svengali kisser, (aka Mr. Possibly Right), has enemies, of course, and, oh, by the way, he and Brandy get kidnapped, but the real adventure here is swanning around town with Brandy and her crazy krewe—much of it canine and seriously cute.
New Orleans aficionados will appreciate the plethora of authentic touches, from Brandy’s family to her favorite neighborhood hangouts, and the familial friendships black and white families form with each other. Cozy readers will love the humor and the romance. Chick lit fans will root for plucky, soft-hearted Brandy, who never met a stray dog she didn’t rescue.
If you like Janet Evanovich, Stephanie Bond, Jana DeLeon or Elaine Viets you will adore this. And animal lovers will flat-out swoon.