From the cover.
She didn't need or want it, yet there it was Money. A river of it, pouring from the slot machine and pooling at Lucia Bowen's feet. Cameras clicked, a crowd gathererd and Lucia felt ill. She should have stayed at the Baccarat Room, pretending she wasn't watching that elegant man in the tuxedo. Better still, she should ahve stayed home in Edison, New Jersey; right now she could be safe in her own bed.
Money would change her. It changed everyone, and always for the worse. Still it spewed forth, only now the elegant stranger was beside her, taking charge of Lucia and her newfound wealth--or was he taking advantage of them?