Alicia Cannon had paid her dues in show business. In the time she'd been in New York, she'd co-starred with a flock of bleating sheep in a commercial, played a prostitute on stage, and even worn a shark costume for a trade convention. She knew her talents were being wasted. She needed a film role, and her best chance for that was to impress a producer who was visiting Atlantic City If she could just get onstage in Atlantic City, he would see that she was perfect for his next film. Chance Weal was a magician extraordinaire. He loved the awe and wonder on the faces of the audience when he disappeared into thin air and came back in a cloud of glittering dust. At last, his agent had gotten him his big break - a performance in an Atlantic City club. Now all he needed was a drop-dead gorgeous assistant. Theatrical agent Monty Jackson had a problem. One of his clients, a handsome magician with curly blond hair, needed an assistant. Another client, a lovely actress with chestnut hair and vivid blue eyes, needed to get onstage in Atlantic City The solution seemed simple. So far, meetings between Chance and Ally had only produced sp arks of the wrong kind. But no matter what, the show had to go on....