The villains stay in hot pursuit, believing that kidnapping and murder are simply means to an end, even if the end is an artefact that can mete out a whale of a curse or incredible luck depending upon in whose hands it resides.

"That first bullet must have killed me after all. I lay crouched behind barrels in a saloon in Mumbai and I'd just heard someone speaking Gaelic. Yep. I was dead. Dead, bruised and hungry and I'd landed in St. Paddy's Gift Shop where stock boys smelled of curry and spoke ancient Irish like native Celts."

As she's in the process of translating high-roller Ray Decore's purchase of the priceless Saraswatic Indian artefact, Shiva's Diva, linguist and film buff Tempe Walsh suddenly finds she's starring in one of her favourites, "shoot-out at the OK corral." Except it's not O.K., since Tempe has to use gymnastic feats to dodge the flying bullets, and the Corral is better know as Hot Harry's Saloon, located in one of Mumbai's seedier districts.

Tempe executes a mean double back flip over the bar counter and lands in Hot Harry's storeroom where she's greeted by another escapee fleeing thugs and miscreants, Irish charger Brig O'Brien, who is delight to find himself sharing space with the beautiful Ms Walsh. Tempe and Brig are soon out of storage and on the Mumbai, determined to retrieve and deliver the stolen artefact of Goddess Saraswati to her mysterious but rightful owner.

With their relationship heating up and plenty of Bollywood singing and dancing to distract them, Tempe and Brig must still find a way to save Shiva's Diva and pray the Goddess will bestow good fortune upon them.


 

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