Absolutely Captivated

LUCK BE A LADY

The name's Sinclair. Zoe Sinclair, P.I. My stomping grounds are the neon-lit streets of Las Vegas, where anything can happen. And believe me, in my half century here, I've seen plenty. Now might be a good time to mention that I'm a 150-year-old mage, though I don't look a day over thirty. Anyway, like I said, I've tackled all sorts of weird cases here in Sin City...but this latest one? It's a doozy. See, the Fates need my help. It seems those three wacky gals have been booted from their lofty station, and the only way they can be reinstated is to live among mere mortals for awhile--and get hold of an important piece of magical merchandise that's gone missing. They hitched a ride here from L.A. with a regular guy--but there's nothing "average" about this Joe. He's got the most gorgeous blue eyes I've ever seen. He's also got magical powers he's been denying all his life...one of which appears to be wrapping me around his little finger. Not that this could possibly go anywhere, considering my track record. So here I am, knee-deep in an otherworldly adventure with three crazy Fates and the man of my dreams. Something tells me this case is far from closed...