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Dante Walker is flippin' awesome, and he knows it. His good looks, killer charm, and stellar confidence has made him one of Hell's best — a soul collector. His job is simple, weed through humanity and label those round rears with a big red good or bad stamp. Old Saint Nick gets the good guys, and he gets the fun ones. Bag-and-tag.
Sealing souls is nothing personal. Dante's an equal opportunity collector and doesn't want it any other way. But he'll have to adjust, because Boss Man has given him a new assignment:
Collect Charlie Cooper's soul within 10 days.
Dante doesn't know why Boss Man wants Charlie, nor does he care. This assignment means only one thing to him, and that's a permanent ticket out of Hell. But after Dante meets the quirky, Nerd Alert chick he's come to collect—he realizes this assignment will test his abilities as a collector, and uncover emotions long ago buried.
The Dante Walker series is best enjoyed in order.
Reading Order:
Book #1 The Collector
Book #2 The Liberator
Book #3 The Warrior
338 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 2, 2013
Dante Walker is flippin' awesome, and he knows it.
"Girl, I got swag for days."
Park it like it's hot, Snoop!
I'll never understand the friendships Charlie has. Friendships where it doesn't take cash or hookups, or saying the right things to stay in the circle. No, Charlie's friendships are different. She tries to protect her people, and they in turn protect her. They accept each other's imperfections and support one another. My friends weren't like her friends, which makes me wonder if I ever had any at all.
"In this trunk," she says with a serious face, "is God's gift to women."
"Chocolate?"
"No."
"Midol?"
"What? No."
"Tampons?"
"Stop guessing," she says.


























Man, it feels good to seal souls. Like eating a little slice of bacon.
I could get used to having a sidekick gone rogue.
What am I supposed to feel? Guilt? Shame? No. I won't. I am The Collector.
How can someone be cruel to this chick? It's like picking a fight with a chipmunk.


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I can PROMISE that your gonna LOVE this..







I am The Collector. It’s not as bad as it sounds. I’m kinda like Santa Claus. We’re both jolly guys with a passion for frosted cookies, the color red… and sorting souls. My job is simple: weed through humanity and label those round rears with a big red good or bad stamp. Old Saint Nick gets the good guys, and I get the fun ones.
“You nasty, you nasty. You mama said you nasty!”
…
“Hey,” he says. He pulls out my black Hugo Boss dress shirt, then holds it up to his nose and sniffs loudly.
“Dude. Stop.” I pull the shirt from his hands and toss it on the bed.
“I just love your scent,” he says in his chick voice.
“You and everyone else, my friend.”
I hunger for her to know this is who I am.
And to accept me anyway.







