There''s Scott Wilder: The founder of the firm, Scott has a head for business and a passion for the paranormal. His motto is: Ghosts don''t kill people. Running away from ghosts, tripping and breaking your neck in the process, kills people.

There''s Anjali Kumar: A reluctant psychic, Anjali can communicate with the dead but can''t beat the house in Vegas. Her typical Indian parents believe in reincarnation and karmic debt, but a telepathic daughter is something they prefer to deny.

Last, but not least, is Coulter Marshall: A telekinetic cowboy from Tennessee, Coulter can move objects with his mind and the ladies with his good looks. He has the face of an angel and the charisma of the devil.

Find out what happens when three people from very different backgrounds band together to help San Francisco solve its supernatural problems.

Who says there''s no such thing as ghosts. . . ?

After seven years of slogging through film roles too embarrassing to mention, twenty-eight-year-old struggling L.A. actress Raveena Rai has finally been offered a lead! A potentially career-making turn in a major Hollywood epic, perhaps? A meaty part in a serious drama with Oscar® written all over it? Not! To Raveena''s great dismay (and her mother''s delight) she''s flying off to India to star in a new Bollywood extravaganza.

Oh well, a lead is a lead, after all. Never mind that it''s a million humid degrees in Bombay, the Los Angeles of the East; that she has to live with a wacko distant uncle who sleeps under furniture and is the most stressed-out wannabe swami on the continent; that her director is a lecherous hack and his movie has the potential of being the very worst flick ever made anywhere! At least Raveena''s leading man is the supremely sexy Siddharth, Bollywood''s biggest star. But while their on-screen chemistry is electric-hot, off-screen the arrogant hunk treats her with total disdain ... or, worse still, ignores her. Raveena''s one consolation is that things couldn''t possibly get any worse.

Oh yeah? Want to bet? Lights, camera, action!

A hip chick from Newport Beach, California, who''s just turned thirty, discovered she''s the incarnation of the Hindu goddess Kali,and happens to be unemployed and still livingwith her parents. Saving the world, though,may prove to be a curry-scented breezecompared to dealing with her extendedIndian family. In their eyes she isn''t just theblack sheep -- she''s low-grade mutton.

To make matters worse, despite frequent andtherapeutic bouts of shopping and Starbucks,and the mentoring of a Taco Bell-loving,Coca Cola-guzzling swami, Maya hastrouble just surviving, thanks to the attentionsof a Kali-hating fanatic and a matchmaking aunthell-bent on finding her a nice Indian boy. Maya hasno interest in boys. She wants a man and she may have found one.

He''s tall, dark, and gorgeous ... and completely uninterested in her.

In the name of all that''s holy and fashionable ...what on Earth is a goddess to do?

There''s Scott Wilder: The founder of the firm, Scott has a head for business and a passion for the paranormal. His motto is: Ghosts don''t kill people. Running away from ghosts, tripping and breaking your neck in the process, kills people.

There''s Anjali Kumar: A reluctant psychic, Anjali can communicate with the dead but can''t beat the house in Vegas. Her typical Indian parents believe in reincarnation and karmic debt, but a telepathic daughter is something they prefer to deny.

Last, but not least, is Coulter Marshall: A telekinetic cowboy from Tennessee, Coulter can move objects with his mind and the ladies with his good looks. He has the face of an angel and the charisma of the devil.

Find out what happens when three people from very different backgrounds band together to help San Francisco solve its supernatural problems.

Who says there''s no such thing as ghosts. . . ?

After seven years of slogging through film roles too embarrassing to mention, twenty-eight-year-old struggling L.A. actress Raveena Rai has finally been offered a lead! A potentially career-making turn in a major Hollywood epic, perhaps? A meaty part in a serious drama with Oscar® written all over it? Not! To Raveena''s great dismay (and her mother''s delight) she''s flying off to India to star in a new Bollywood extravaganza.

Oh well, a lead is a lead, after all. Never mind that it''s a million humid degrees in Bombay, the Los Angeles of the East; that she has to live with a wacko distant uncle who sleeps under furniture and is the most stressed-out wannabe swami on the continent; that her director is a lecherous hack and his movie has the potential of being the very worst flick ever made anywhere! At least Raveena''s leading man is the supremely sexy Siddharth, Bollywood''s biggest star. But while their on-screen chemistry is electric-hot, off-screen the arrogant hunk treats her with total disdain ... or, worse still, ignores her. Raveena''s one consolation is that things couldn''t possibly get any worse.

Oh yeah? Want to bet? Lights, camera, action!

A hip chick from Newport Beach, California, who''s just turned thirty, discovered she''s the incarnation of the Hindu goddess Kali,and happens to be unemployed and still livingwith her parents. Saving the world, though,may prove to be a curry-scented breezecompared to dealing with her extendedIndian family. In their eyes she isn''t just theblack sheep -- she''s low-grade mutton.

To make matters worse, despite frequent andtherapeutic bouts of shopping and Starbucks,and the mentoring of a Taco Bell-loving,Coca Cola-guzzling swami, Maya hastrouble just surviving, thanks to the attentionsof a Kali-hating fanatic and a matchmaking aunthell-bent on finding her a nice Indian boy. Maya hasno interest in boys. She wants a man and she may have found one.

He''s tall, dark, and gorgeous ... and completely uninterested in her.

In the name of all that''s holy and fashionable ...what on Earth is a goddess to do?