Louisiana Ladies of Mystery Panel


I am a panelist with                                                                                                   Erica Spindler, Liah Penn, Mary Beth Magee, Cherie Coen and Ellen Byron           called the Louisiana Ladies of Mystery                                                                        at the Louisiana Book Festival                                                                                             on                                                                                                                        Saturday, October 28th, 2017  From 11 a.m. to Noon                                              701 N 4th Street, Baton Rouge, LA  70802                                                             State Capitol Building, House Committee Room  4                                              

Book Signing following the panel.                                                                                  I will be signing DRIVE THRU MURDER, my 3rd book in the series                     THE NEW ORLEANS GO CUP CHRONICLES                                                        12:15 p.m. to l p.m.Barnes & Noble Bookselling Tent

To order on Amazon: http://tinyurl.com/y82bobvo

For more information on the Book Festival, Authors attending and speaking go to                www.louisianabookfestival.org 



DRIVE THRU MURDER Available to order NOW!




3rd Book in the New Orleans Go Cup Chronicles series. Brandy Alexander is at it again!

When Brandy Alexander pulls into the drive-thru, she expects to order a box of CLUCK IT!—CHICKEN BY THE BUCKET, not hear gunshots and see someone in high heels and a black leather miniskirt climbing out of the pick-up window dragging a body. Her boyfriend, New Orleans Detective Dante Deedler, is on this case and hers as bodies keep turning up and she knows about them before he does.

Her neighbor, the palm reader who is also a phone sex operator, is having visions of Brandy’s future and past leaving more questions than answers.

The truth is Brandy’s future is muddled with distractions, murders, family dilemma and a rescued Schnauzer named Jesus.  Who will help her? The bartender who isn’t gay but works in a gay bar, the handyman who makes better dresses than repairs, Jiff the attorney she kissed at a Mardi Gras parade that’s still hot for her, or her nemesis–                                   Dante’s partner—Hanky?

Time is ticking away. Could she be the next victim?

 There’s no place like New Orleans to have a good crime! 


Born to Rescue!

I was the kid who spent all my allowance playing games at school fairs trying to win the goldfish, turtle, or whatever poor creature was the prize. I overheard my dad tell my mother after I brought home a sickly parakeet in a tiny cage, “Those games are rigged. Nobody ever wins.  How is it she always comes home with some poor sick looking creature?”

I always won fair and square. The ping pong ball landed in the goldfish bowl or the ring tossed circled the square with a picture of the bird.   I won the game and got to select which pet I wanted as my prize.  I always picked the sickliest one in the tank or cage because I knew no one else would choose it.  Maybe I could save it.   I didn’t share this with my parents because they were already complaining they had to buy a bigger turtle bowl, a bigger cage, a bigger aquarium—a bigger creature residence.  If they knew I picked a sick one they would have left it in the container I brought it home in figuring it was going to die anyway.  They weren’t mean, just frugal.

Of course, once I found two baby mockingbirds that fell out of the nest and were in the grass.  One was sickly and barely moving. The other one was hopping around and squawking.  I put them both in a shoebox and the next morning the sick one was still alive and the one hopping around the day before was dead.  The sick one lived for almost 20 years in a really big cage my dad made for it in our garage!

My dad always brought home stray dogs.  He had the rescue mentality. We never had more than one dog at a time but we did have a dog, a duck, a chicken, and a parakeet all at the same time. Dad’s philosophy was ‘why pay for a dog when you can get a Heinz 57 for free?’ Heinz 57 was his endearing term for a mixed breed dog.  My mother fed them and took care of them—constantly complaining.  Don’t misunderstand, she loved animals, but she loved complaining a tad bit more so she was in heaven combining the two.

I didn’t get the rescue gene by accident.

Growing up we had no idea why anyone would pay for a dog. People would give us dogs or my dad would find them on the street but he always told my mother someone gave it to him.   We weren’t schooled in specific breeds only that dogs were big, little, yappy, old, puppies, black, white, mean, and biting dogs. It was a total shock when I learned people paid a lot of money for some dogs (breeds) and even more money to have it vetted only to grow tired or bored with them and then give them away! They just didn’t give them away, they left them at animal shelters. The bigger shock was there wasn’t a line of people at the shelters waiting to adopt these dogs.

Rescue was a natural for me even before it was recognized.  A man told me once, “Oh, you’re one of those rescuers and want to save them all.” While I wish I could save them all I really just wanted to save Schnauzers.  I knew my limitations and at the time they were financial.  Once the shelters knew I’d take a Schnauzer my name went on the underground Schnauzer Railroad.  They gave my name to other shelters and to anyone who brought in a Schnauzer. Soon people would call me to take their Schnauzer they no longer wanted and didn’t want to feel bad by taking it to a shelter.  Reasons ranged from the owner had to go into a nursing home (the only excuse I think is legit) to we’re going on vacation and can’t bring the dog, or it was just found as a stray trying to stay alive by eating out of our garbage cans and we can’t keep it. But before I became known as Schnauzer Rescue there was the first one.  The first one that got me into what became my involvement with breed rescue was a little Schnauzer I found running along the highway. Her name was Schnitzel.


If I look back at a single event that got me into rescue it was Schnitzel.  I found her running on the highway and brought her to the closest vet, which was my vet, to see if he recognized her or knew who she might belong to. I thought she was a puppy because even full grown she was only ten pounds.

The vet came out after his exam and said to me, “This little dog is a sad story. She’s in heat so hopefully, she isn’t pregnant because she has heartworms and really bad teeth.  She looks to be no more than 3 years old.  She’s covered in fleas, ticks, and tapeworms and she needs a groom.   Someone probably put her out on that highway either to let her get hit by a car because they didn’t want to treat the heartworms or maybe they wanted someone to find her and take care of her. I’d like to think it’s the latter but over here, it’s probably the former.”

I asked, “What time can you have her ready to go home with me? I’ll take her. Give her a bath, shots and let’s get her scheduled for the heartworm treatments.”

“We can have her ready by 2:00 pm today, but don’t you want to go home and talk with your husband about it?” he asked.

“I will. Just get her ready. I’ll be back before you close.”

When I got home, I saw my husband working in the yard.  I brought him out a cold beer and said, “I had a bad experience on my way home and it turns out to be a sad story.”

He stopped working and asked, “What sad story? What happened?”

“I almost hit a little Schnauzer running along Highway 22.” I could see the worried look on his face as I went on, “She was so small, I was lucky I got her in the car and took her over to the vet clinic. Dr. Bill said she’s in heat, has heartworms, and might even be pregnant. He thinks someone put her out on the highway to get hit so they didn’t have to treat her for the heartworms.”

“Go call them right now and tell them we’ll take her,” he said and tried to shoo me along to hurry and make the call.

“I told them to have her ready and I’d pick her up at 2:00 before they close.”

I named her Schnitzel because in German it means little chip. She was always small and never weighed more than the ten pounds she was when I found her.  Holding her was like holding an infant whenever you picked her up because she was happy in the crook of your arm on her back.  Once I bought a baby sling at a yard sale and carried her around in it.  She looked like a Joey, a baby Kangaroo in a pouch.

She loved to go anywhere. I took her sailing and it turned cold and windy while we were out and I fashioned her a foul weather wind breaker out of a West Marine bag cutting a hole for her head and using the handles for her feet to step through keeping it close to her body. She wore it with her life vest when we were underway.  She loved sailing and had quite the sea legs – four!

She was cat-like.  She walked around on the back of my furniture and there wasn’t anyplace she couldn’t figure out how to jump to if she wanted to see something. She loved for me to dress her up for yappy hours at Jefferson Feed.  Here is a picture of her in her Chanel suit and pillbox hat at the January AFTER FIVE even.   She was quite the fashion plate and everyone loved her. Here she is with her escort Meaux!

Schnitzel was with me 13 years and she could have been as old as three when I found her.  I thought she was only one-year-old because she was so small. She was cute, fun and an entertaining little dog.

Schnitzel in her Chanel suit and pillbox hat escorted by Meaux in his tuxedo and top hat!


                  In Loving Memory


              With us

               1993 – 2006




How I went from two to four Schnauzers and then into rescue.











Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Meaux getting into his Irish self!

Meaux thinking, “Who else is here?”

Green really isn’t my color but I’m digging the hat. It makes me look taller.


Meaux says, “Yesterday, Colleen and  I joined the Yappy Hour at the new Jefferson Feed on Veterans!  Even from my position on the floor, I saw the cake, food, and wine for her and a ton of treats for me!  I checked out all the bottom shelves and there’s a bunch of new stuff I wouldn’t mind sampling.
















Kiss me! I’m Irish! Making new friends.







This afternoon we will be at Parasol’s Bar!   Kiss someone–even if they’re not Irish!


Meaux…he is the most interesting Schnauzer in the World.  Stay active my friends!



Barkus Parade in New Orleans!

New Orleans knows how to party and paw-ty. We have boat parades, kid parades, big parades, little parades and DOG parades!  This year the theme of BARKUS

St. Pawgustine Marching Band

St. Pawgustine Band Members

was Pirates of the Crescent City: Barkus tells tales of Jean Lafleabag!   There were great pirate costumes and  pirate ships made from wagons, grocery carts and strollers along with many other interesting costumes of Dragon Dogs, Dog Bees, and even a St. Pawgustine Marching Band of dogs-with instruments!  Enjoy some of the photos I took as Meaux watched from the viewing stand on his wagon float!

LadyLady  Flower, Beehive and Girl Bee with Dog Bee

Dog Pirate Ship

Angie the Schnauzer Pirate

Dragon Dogs

Meaux and Maus in the wagon float

Dog Treasure Chest

Colleen Mooney Blog Tour

Colleen Mooney

Colleen Mooney

Genre Mystery,  Crime, Thriller/Romantic Suspense

COLLEEN MOONEY Blog Tour on Brain to Books.com

I’ll be doing Giveaways, Prizes and talking books!

July 1st, 3:00 pm CST, 4:00 pm EST
Mystery, Thriller, Suspense Follow this link at the tour time!  https://www.goodreads.com/topic/group…


The New Orleans Go Cup Chronicles series Book 1 & 2

The New Orleans Go Cup Chronicles series Book 1 & 2

Dead And Breakfast

Dead And Breakfast

CompleteMe.com – Part 3, The conclusion

continued – Part 3, the Conclusion

The one I found most disturbing was a woman in a family photo of herself and four children, one a baby on her hip. There was a hole in the shape of a man’s silhouette standing next to her and behind some of the kids. In another family photo she posted she only cut out his head. A third photo had her in a bikini and nine months pregnant. Her profile was heavy on how much she viewed loyalty as the most important quality one brings to a relationship. I counted she mentioned ‘loyal’ and ‘loyalty’ at least twenty seven times in the “What’s important to Complete Me” section of her online profile.
K went through hundreds of profiles and has had a grand total of five dates, all of which did not end well. One made him stop the car halfway to the theatre and asked to lie down across the backseat because she had not taken her lithium meds early enough before he picked her up. Another one brought her kids, two twin boys five years old, because her ex-husband showed up drunk to babysit and she didn’t want to leave them with him. K cancelled his five star restaurant reservation and took them all to Chuck E Cheese. The kids didn’t like him because he didn’t let the win at all the games so they cried all the way home. Another had used a photo from high school or college when she was about 200 pounds lighter. But K was a gentleman and took her out as planned to dinner and a movie. When he walked her to the door she jumped on him like a panther, trying to French kiss him. He barely made an escape before she dragged him into her lair. He said one of his dance moves helped him out maneuver her.
K had a close call right after he met date du jour. As he drove away from her house, Police cars and SWAT team Humvees screamed up surrounding him and over loudspeakers demanded they put their hands in the air and get out of the vehicle. They impounded his BMW and held him for questioning. Thank God he had printed out her profile and had it with him so he could prove to the police he met this nut case on CompleteMe.com. They booked her for murder three men she met online.
But the very best one of all turned out to be one the management of CompleteMe.com hand picked for K when he returned a customer survey reflecting his dissatisfaction and advising he wanted to cancel his membership. The magic words seem to be ‘cancel my membership.’ They sent a HIGH PRIORITY e-date-o-gram email to state they would select, specifically for K, a flex match. Now, he was getting somewhere.
What is a flex match K wondered. He complained to me that it was a sad day when he had to use a veiled threat regarding his membership to get their attention and deliver on the original agreement I said he should have done it eleven months ago. When he received his ‘flex-match’ he had to look twice because they sent him the profile of a man, an athletic man who had a college education and liked to travel.

CompleteMe.com-Part 2

continued, Part 2

K is tall, thin with an athletic build and very athletic lifestyle. His profession and his discretionary income afford him the luxury to spend the last 40+ years on vacations and hobbies the average bear does not pursue or even know exists. He’s an avid scuba diver with about $10,000 in underwater camera equipment and has been scuba diving in all the worlds’ top sites from the Red Sea, the Pacific and Indian Oceans to ice diving in Alaska. K’s a big snow skier, cross country skier, mountain hiker, mountain biker, plays ice hockey, therefore he is an ice skater, and he is a skilled ballroom dancer. He runs long distance for fitness and goes spelunking. He builds everything he owns from his house and furniture to molding the frames for his eyeglasses. He even sews.
K spent weeks agonizing over every detail of his profile, listing qualities he found attractive about himself (he got his sister to write this one), listing qualities he looked for in the perfect companion, (the short list was someone to go on vacations with), and locating the right photo showing his most attractive, athletic-manly self before he finally went LIVE on CompleteMe.COM. All this was so he could garner the most matches for his membership fee.
It took about two minutes before hundreds of photos streamed into his e-dating account. It was a virtual cattle call. His deeper level match should have had a minimum of a college education with an interest in anything other than their children. For instance, all of these women were in the age range K specified of 20-30 years old, but none had jobs, all had at minimum of two kids, and most only finished high school. Not one of these possibilities for entering and completing his emotional orbit had gone to college, or on any vacation further than an hour’s drive on a picnic, or even attended a jazzercise class. In short they were looking for the meal ticket K had made himself out to be.
I suggested K adjust his profile to narrow his search for his perfect travel, snow skiing, scuba diving, hiking, ice skating companion. So he adjusted the age from 20-30 years old to 25-35 years old. Big whoop.
I suggested that anyone in the half his age bracket probably had half the travel and life experience he had. So, he ratcheted the age up another five years to 30-35. He also made it a deal breaker if the girl of his dreams did not go to college. I thought he was still casting too wide of a net to catch his little Angelfish. There was a lot of room in the net for sharks.
The new criteria slowed down the more honest of the gold diggers. Those more seasoned used their man eating skills to sneak through the virtual filter. The first one sent a photo she took of herself by standing in a mirror, naked. Another was a large black women who sent a picture of her bare ass with AWESOME tattooed above her crack. K worried when one match dressed in full head to toe camouflage and matching cap with ear flaps holding a twelve gauge in one hand and a box of shotgun shells in the other might have tracking skills. She looked like Elmer Fudd. The photo taken in front of a winter, snow covered tree backdrop with ‘Taken by Wal-Mart’ written in the lower right hand corner.

tomorrow – Part 3 — Will K give up, or keep up the dating?