What’s Next

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Okay, I admit it: I’m an overachiever—or a glutton for punishment, depending on your point of view. So Damn Lucky, book three in the Lucky O’Toole Las Vegas series, is finished, done, completed, finito, and… turned in to the publisher in a shameless attempt to prime the pump.

So, what’s next, you ask, for our fearless heroine and her continuing cast of characters? Well, a magician has pulled a disappearing act, right under Lucky’s nose.

Is it a stunt? Or something worse?

The UFO crowd is convening in Las Vegas, including a retired astronaut with a flair for the absurd and a need for attention, a mentalist with a secret to hide and a late-night talk-show host with an axe to grind.

Meanwhile, a former scientist from Area 51, the Air Force’s spook palace north of town and the center of the UFO universe, has taken refuge in the hundreds of miles of storm drains beneath Vegas.

While Lucky chases leads, trying to make connections that will lead her to the magician, someone is trying to put her off the scent.

As if this wasn’t enough to ruin her day, Lucky’s relationship with The Big Boss is coming to a head—past hurts can no longer be denied.

Of course, she is already on shaky emotional ground: Teddie, her live-in, has been touring for the past six weeks with a young and lovely pop star. Paxton Dane is still circling, hoping to find a chink in the armor of Lucky’s resolve.

And then, there’s this French chef, who is proving to be too hot to handle….