He makes good girls... bad. Dante Walker is fucking gorgeous, and he knows it. His attractiveness, killer charm and incredible self-confidence made the guy one of the favorites of hell - a collector of souls. His job is simple: walk among people and mark these round-assed people with a “bad” or “good” seal. Good old St. Nicholas gets the good guys, and Dante gets all the fun ones. In packaging and with a label. There is nothing personal about the branding of souls. Dante is an equal worker like other collectors and he is quite happy with this. But the Boss gives him a new task, and Walker will have to adapt to the current circumstances. He must claim Charlie Cooper's soul in ten days. Dante has no idea why the Boss needs Charlie's soul, not that he cares. The task means only one thing for him - a ticket out of hell. But after meeting a quirky brainiac, he realizes that this assignment will test his professionalism... and reveal deeply buried emotions.