I wasn't joking months back when I claimed Dante as MINE. I've seen some girls laughing and making jokes. This is no joke. I'm going to fight for him! It's not that I don't want his book to do well...I do! He totally deserves it. And I'll support him all the way. But. He. Is. My. Man. For real. HANDS OFF! You can read and enjoy, and even chat with him over at his website: www.DanteWalker.com (Enter password: CHARLIE to get access) and scream until your lil hearts are screamed out, but he's still MINE.
I'll be sitting over at hashtag #DanteIsMine waiting for the girl who thinks she's tough enough to snag him from me to show her face. Just try it. I don't just write kickass fight scenes...yeah. Find out!
Now, just because I am pretty nice, here's his holy hotness one more time ;)
He makes good girls...bad.
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 deeply buried.