Lucky Bastard — S.G. Browne

Meet Nick Monday: a private detective who's more Columbo than Sam Spade, more Magnum P.I. than Philip Marlowe. As San Francisco's infamous luck poacher, Nick doesn't know whether his ability to swipe other people's fortunes with a simple handshake is a blessing or a curse. Ever since his youth, Nick has swallowed more than a few bitter truths when it comes to wheeling and dealing in destinies. Because whether the highest bidders of Nick's serendipitous booty are celebrities, yuppies, or douche bag vegans, the unsavory fact remains: luck is the most powerful, addictive, and dangerous drug of them all. And no amount of cappuccinos, Lucky Charms, or apple fritters can sweeten the notion that Nick might be exactly what his father once claimed -- as ambitious as a fart. That is, until Tuesday Knight, the curvy brunette who also happens to be the mayor's daughter, approaches Nick with an irresistible offer: $100,000 to retrieve her father's stolen luck. Could this high-stakes deal let Nick do right? Or will kowtowing to another greedmonger's demands simply fund Nick's addiction to corporate coffee bars while his morality drains down the toilet? Before he downs his next mocha, Nick finds himself at the mercy of a Chinese mafia kingpin and with no choice but to scour the city for the purest kind of luck, a hunt more titillating than softcore porn. All he has to do to stay ahead of the game is remember that you can't take something from someone without eventually paying like hell for it. . . .