As an introduction to Austin's writing style, it was useful.
As a comedic short story, it possibly won't have you roaring with laughter, but the situation of the protagonist did have a touch of humour to it, although the ending did leave me a little flat.
Did it make me want to read Clive Austin's novels, which after all I presume was the purpose of the exercise? The answer to that is probably not, so for me, anyway, the tactic did not work.
I know this is becoming a common method these days to keep readers engaged between an author's larger works, but for it to be a successful tool, the short stories need to be hard-hitting and profound, or in this case, uproariously funny.
Just My Luck doesn't quite cut it in that respect, so although it is a harmless, little dalliance of a read, I'm not sure it achieved the purpose the author set out for it. Still, a bit of harmless fun.