Borrowed Souls: A Soul Charmer Novel

Borrowed Souls: A Soul Charmer Novel

by Chelsea Mueller

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Overview

Callie Delgado always puts family first, and unfortunately her brother knows it. She’s emptied her savings, lost work, and spilled countless tears trying to keep him out of trouble, but now he’s in deeper than ever, and his debt is on Callie’s head. She’s given a choice: do some dirty work for the mob, or have her brother returned to her in tiny pieces.

Renting souls is big business for the religious population of Gem City. Those looking to take part in immoral—or even illegal—activity can borrow someone else’s soul, for a price, and sin without consequence.

To save her brother, Callie needs a borrowed soul, but she doesn’t have anywhere near the money to pay for it. The slimy Soul Charmer is willing to barter, but accepting his offer will force Callie into a dangerous world of magic she isn’t ready for.

With the help of the guarded but undeniably attractive Derek—whose allegiance to the Charmer wavers as his connection to Callie grows—she’ll have to walk a tight line, avoid pissing off the bad guys, all while struggling to determine what her loyalty to her family’s really worth.

Losing her brother isn’t an option. Losing her soul? Maybe.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

03/20/2017
In this fast-paced urban fantasy debut, a young woman who needs to pay off her brother’s debt to a drug dealer ends up taking a job as a collector for a man who rents souls to the desperate and foolhardy. If Callie Delgado works for the Soul Charmer for just two weeks, she’ll get the money she needs. With sexy, mysterious Derek backing her up and providing the voice of experience, Callie learns how to retrieve wayward souls from deadbeat clients. When they discover a new player in town is cutting into the Soul Catcher’s business, the two are sucked into a ruthless struggle for control of the soul market and Gem City as a whole. Meanwhile, Callie is caught between loyalty to her family and resistance to their increasingly selfish demands. A blossoming attraction to Derek provides her motivation to break free and live for herself. Mueller explores an intriguing concept in a seedy, visceral setting that pops to life on the page. The romantic subplot is standard fare, but Callie’s personal development is genuinely interesting, laying the groundwork for even stronger future installments. Agent: Cheryl Pientka, Jill Grinberg Literary. (May)

From the Publisher

"Mueller is definitely an author to watch. . . . Borrowed Souls is an outstanding entry into this exciting genre, you don’t want to miss out."—Scandalicious Book ReviewsBorrowed Souls combines classic and modern fantasy elements in a fresh take on the genre; readers who like dark worlds and compelling heroines will enjoy this smooth read.”—Booklist, reviewed by Nicole Foti

“Mueller explores an intriguing concept in a seedy, visceral setting that pops to life on the page.”—Publishers Weekly

“Snappy, snarky, and oh-so-sexy, Borrowed Souls is one for the keeper shelf! It's the stellar writing and sharp storytelling that makes this book a standout hit. Trust me, one-click the heck outta this s#*t!— —New York Times bestselling author Darynda Jones

Borrowed Souls is do not miss urban fantasy. A fresh, unique world for readers hungry from something awesome.” —New York Times bestselling author Lauren Dane

“Fun, heartfelt, and wildly creative, Borrowed Souls packs a new brand of punch in a debut urban fantasy with a soulful twist on magic. Chelsea Mueller brings a new and exciting voice to the UF genre.” —Kelly Meding, author of the Dreg City series

“Dark, fun, and edgy, Borrowed Souls sucked me in from the very first page and didn’t let go.” —J. C. Daniels, author of the Colbana Files

“A terrific world with an unlikely heroine, quiet and determined, with a pure heart and fiery will to protect her family. The hero, Derek, is big, tough, morally ambiguous and utterly delicious. I think this is the start to a fabulous new series. Definitely recommend!” —Jeffe Kennedy, author of The Twelve Kingdoms and The Uncharted Realms

“Gritty realism, pitch perfect characters and a heavy dose of red hot sex. What more could you ask for?” —Shannon Mayer, author of the national bestselling Rylee Adamson series

“Fast paced with tons of great action, snarky dialogue, and just enough steamy romance. If you’re a fan of the Alex Craft series by Kalayna Price or the Mercy Thompson series by Patricia Briggs, you’ll love Borrowed Souls!” —Kate Baxter, author of the Last True Vampire series

“The perfect urban fantasy cocktail. Spectacular world-building and a badass heroine.” —Shawntelle Madison, author of Coveted

“Distinguished itself with its inventive premise and well-built characters . . . I will DEFINITELY be snatching up the next installment. Theories aside, the plot was provocative, and I was happy with the direction that things seem to be taking. . . . You should spend your hard-earned money on BORROWED SOULS this week!”—RabidReads, reviewed by Carmel

"Mueller is definitely an author to watch. . . . Borrowed Souls is an outstanding entry into this exciting genre, you don’t want to miss out."—Scandalicious Book ReviewsBorrowed Souls combines classic and modern fantasy elements in a fresh take on the genre; readers who like dark worlds and compelling heroines will enjoy this smooth read.”—Booklist, reviewed by Nicole Foti

“Mueller explores an intriguing concept in a seedy, visceral setting that pops to life on the page.”—Publishers Weekly

“Snappy, snarky, and oh-so-sexy, Borrowed Souls is one for the keeper shelf! It's the stellar writing and sharp storytelling that makes this book a standout hit. Trust me, one-click the heck outta this s#*t!— —New York Times bestselling author Darynda Jones

Borrowed Souls is do not miss urban fantasy. A fresh, unique world for readers hungry from something awesome.” —New York Times bestselling author Lauren Dane

“Fun, heartfelt, and wildly creative, Borrowed Souls packs a new brand of punch in a debut urban fantasy with a soulful twist on magic. Chelsea Mueller brings a new and exciting voice to the UF genre.” —Kelly Meding, author of the Dreg City series

“Dark, fun, and edgy, Borrowed Souls sucked me in from the very first page and didn’t let go.” —J. C. Daniels, author of the Colbana Files

“A terrific world with an unlikely heroine, quiet and determined, with a pure heart and fiery will to protect her family. The hero, Derek, is big, tough, morally ambiguous and utterly delicious. I think this is the start to a fabulous new series. Definitely recommend!” —Jeffe Kennedy, author of The Twelve Kingdoms and The Uncharted Realms

“Gritty realism, pitch perfect characters and a heavy dose of red hot sex. What more could you ask for?” —Shannon Mayer, author of the national bestselling Rylee Adamson series

“Fast paced with tons of great action, snarky dialogue, and just enough steamy romance. If you’re a fan of the Alex Craft series by Kalayna Price or the Mercy Thompson series by Patricia Briggs, you’ll love Borrowed Souls!” —Kate Baxter, author of the Last True Vampire series

“The perfect urban fantasy cocktail. Spectacular world-building and a badass heroine.” —Shawntelle Madison, author of Coveted

“Distinguished itself with its inventive premise and well-built characters . . . I will DEFINITELY be snatching up the next installment. Theories aside, the plot was provocative, and I was happy with the direction that things seem to be taking. . . . You should spend your hard-earned money on BORROWED SOULS this week!”—RabidReads, reviewed by Carmel

Kirkus Reviews

2017-03-07
In Mueller's debut novel, a young woman struggles to save her brother from the mob but is sucked into a world of shady magic and a partnership with a handsome bad boy.Callie Delgado has always believed that family comes first—even when family abuses that loyalty. When her brother Josh's drug addiction embroils him with organized crime, she tries to clear his debts via bad bargains with his dealers—and with the Soul Charmer, Gem City's creepy trader in souls. Need to cheat on your spouse or embezzle some funds? Do so with a rented soul, and keep your own sin-free, with the tacit endorsement of the Catholic Church! Mueller sets up an interesting modern take on historical indulgences but, sadly, offers a conventional paranormal romance instead. Granted soul-sensing powers by the Charmer, Callie is partnered with his ruggedly handsome enforcer, Derek, to do repo on overdue souls. But Callie spends more time making out—or dwelling on her empty bank account and sense of guilt—than she does actually exploring the potential of tradeable souls. The plot rides around on Derek's obligatory motorcycle from one soul reclamation to another, as Callie and Derek uncover a vaguely sketched plot by an equally vague villainess to do...something with people's souls, anyway. (A full explanation looks like it's coming in the sequel.) There's a concurrent plot—also vague—that requires Callie, a woman with no criminal skills, to steal evidence for the mob from a police station. The real challenge is whether Callie can open her wary heart to brooding-but-soulful Derek and learn to love again. (She can.) A quick, if predictable, ride for urban fantasy fans. Mueller tries for emotional depth with her leads, but the themes of guilt and family are handled too heavily to get much traction.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781940456836
Publisher: Talos
Publication date: 05/02/2017
Series: The Soul Charmer Novels , #1
Sold by: SIMON & SCHUSTER
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 7,106
File size: 1 MB

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CHAPTER 1

Callie Delgado needed a soul.

Her brother had been kidnapped, his captors were blackmailing her, and here she was, outside one of the most unusual pawn shops in all of Gem City, about to rent one. She just needed to force herself to walk the twenty steps to the Soul Charmer's front door. The one wedged in a dirty, rundown building on a dirty, rundown street in the dirty, rundown part of town. It was the last place she wanted to be, but the one place she had to go.

Fate was kind of a dick like that.

Downtown Gem City rolled up by 6 p.m.; she was alone with her thoughts. She batted an empty soda can with the tip of her shoe. It skittered along the concrete, banging into a nearby dumpster overflowing with the rotting remnants of life. The kind of life her brother would cease to have if she didn't walk in that door and let the Soul Charmer put another person's soul into her body.

What was she doing here? She knew the answer, of course, but pride — well, that and a healthy dose of fear — swelled at the base of her skull anyway. What she was about to do was something she'd sworn she never would. It was dangerous, morally corrupt, and maybe worst of all, made her feel like if she went through with it, she wouldn't be any better than the junkies and criminals she'd spent her entire life trying to run away from. The thought made her queasy, like she was covered in a coating of grease she'd never scrub away.

But Josh needed her, and family came first. So Callie walked up the steps to the front door of the shop. A faded, gold "Charmer" was painted at eye-level. Flecks of peeling black paint stuck to her damp palm as she pushed the door open. The musk of rotting wood found its way to her nose, along with the warm decay of day-old fast food and cheap beer.

It didn't smell any better inside the tiny shop. The Nag Champa burning in a glass tray near the door couldn't cover the stench. It was a reminder of what happened here — dirty, dank things, ones she'd been avoiding all of her life.

The thin carpet squelched beneath her boots. The sound sidled along her skin to spiral up her spine. It was almost enough to make her turn back, walk out the door, and hope everything with her brother turned out for the best on its own.

Dark wood beams peeked out from between tapestries, their gold and burgundy threads muted by the years. If a seedy pawnshop were to set up in a bankrupt church, it would probably look a lot like this, she thought. All that was missing was the "CA$H 4 SOULS" sign. She stepped up to the front counter, which was as dilapidated as everything else in the room. The only thing on it was a small, tarnished bell.

Callie clamped her teeth on her tongue as she reached out. A flash of pain centered her. She had to do this. She had no choice. The bell chimed out loudly when she hit it.

Almost immediately a tiny man, barely five feet tall, emerged from a rear doorway covered in heavy velvet. Words like filthy, dangerous, and wicked rumbled in the back of Callie's mind. She'd heard plenty of warnings about this man. His eyes narrowed upon seeing her, then lit up like lights on a Christmas tree. He looked like the type of man who would lie about his height, claiming he'd shrunken over the years. Just like everyone said: the Soul Charmer was a sketchy fuck.

"What can I do for you, sweetheart?" His grandfatherly looks — the guy wore green pajamas — didn't disguise the prurient way his mouth cradled the pet name.

Telling him off and storming out of the store sounded damn appealing, but Callie knew she needed what he was selling a whole lot more than he needed her business. So she swallowed her retort and replied: "A soul."

He laughed, and it made her stomach pitch. She swallowed the fear-and-bile cocktail. She knew the shame of what she was doing would come later. "You're going to have to be more specific."

Moving her weight to her right foot didn't make the words come any faster than shifting back to the left did. She opened her mouth, only to close it again. Her good sense held the reply hostage. "I need one for just a day or two."

She needed to sound confident, like this was no big deal, a business transaction she did every day, even if the opposite were true. That would be a good start, right?

"A short timer, yes. Not a problem." His lips parted, revealing two shiny silver teeth in the front. The rest were missing. "The question is: Do you want something pure?"

The way his tongue curled around the word made her skin crawl. Every individual sin weighed a soul down, if you believed the Cortean Catholic church — and there were a lot of believers in Gem City. If a pure soul had been pawned to the Charmer, it meant horrible things for its original owner. Callie wasn't about to pile on extra shit for that person to shovel. No, she didn't want to taint a clean soul, even if it was a borrowed one. She was after the non-celestial perks anyway. "Purity isn't an issue."

He cocked his head to the side until his ear nearly grazed his shoulder, staring at her. The shop was quiet, long enough to make her think she'd blown her shot at a soul already. "Purity is always an issue. Your soul, for example, would fetch a nice purse. I could arrange —"

"I'm not here to sell."

He lifted his hands in faux supplication. "I meant no harm."

"Fine. I need an average soul for a couple of days." Average soul. She shook herself. What did that even mean?

"That's understandable. If I were you, I wouldn't want someone too tainted curling up in that little body of yours either."

"Are we going to do this or not?" she almost spat at him. Was this how he treated all of his customers? Callie's irritation was boiling up inside her, but as disgusting as the Soul Charmer was, she couldn't afford for him to say no. She had to bite her tongue. She looked around the dank room, avoiding his gaze.

"I don't see a rate menu," she finally said, gesturing toward the counter between them, careful not to touch it.

"How much do you have?"

Great. Renting a soul was just like buying pot for the first time. Now, though, wasn't the time to negotiate; she couldn't risk not getting the goods. Her savings were minimal, but she could only hope the offer would be fair. "$200."

He shook his head. "Not enough. What else you got?"

What did she have? A car with a hole in the muffler, an apartment with an inconsistent heater, and a brother who fucked up so royally his baby sister had to do a job for some hustler in order to keep his stupid ass alive. A job that required this soul. A soul that wouldn't raise questions, one that could cover her crimes, and one that could withstand the taint of the filthy things she'd have to do to save Josh.

She shrugged. "Not much."

"You could pawn that pretty soul —"

"We already covered that." Irritation, and her need to get the fuck out of his shop as soon as possible, steeled her spine.

"No need to get testy." His tongue darted to wet his lips, and in that moment Callie swore his green pajamas sprouted scales. Nothing like doing business with the cold blooded.

"Unless you've got layaway, I've got $200."

"You can work off the extra."

The list of things she wouldn't do to help her brother was short, but renting a soul was already on the outer limits of her comfort zone. She aimed for Zen breathing, and waited for him to take the offer back, shooting him a death glare.

He rolled his eyes. "Not like that. I can see your soul, remember?"

He was bored. Too bad. She was roiling with fear, guilt, and an extreme need for a shower, but she wasn't getting all preachy about it.

"Then what?"

"A collector."

"Like I'm supposed to know what that is."

"Not everyone is good about returning the souls they barter for in this shop. I employ people to retrieve them for me."

"Employ? You mean like a job."

"Yes. It's a common term."

She didn't need a job; she needed a soul. "Either you want my money or you don't."

"You don't have money."

If only that weren't true. Defeated, Callie turned and strode toward the door, realizing as she left that she was about to fail Josh. She'd do almost anything for him, but this? Working for the Charmer was too much — too terrifying, if she were being honest — and too close to hitting rock bottom.

The Charmer called after her but she was already out the door, into the alleyway. The wind whirled around her, cold and unforgiving. Her hair whipped her face. Lashes she'd earned. Five minutes earlier, she'd expected to leave the shop loaded down from the guilt of having rented a soul. The weight of not renting one was turning out to be worse.

"Okay, I'll give you a partner," the Charmer's voice called out behind her, his tone hardened, like it really was his final offer.

Sometimes people say something so idiotic it nearly stops your heart, and all you can do is wait for your brain to recover and jumpstart the whole operation. That was Callie: a statue in denim. She stopped walking, and turned slowly to face him. "Do I look like the enforcer type?"

"I didn't say anything about collecting funds. Or injuring anyone."

"Yes, because I'm sure a polite 'Please return that soul' is all it will take."

"You're lucky I can see your soul," he muttered loud enough to avoid losing the words to the wind.

"Not interested." She shuffled forward again. She'd find another way to save Josh, she told herself. There had to be another way than this, right?

"I'll give you a partner who can handle the — ahem — heavy lifting. Your soul intrigues me. I think you might have a knack for this work."

"I don't want a 'knack' for this."

"It's an easy job. You can keep your $200, and you'll get your soul."

Follow around some collections guy and she'd get the soul she needed to save Josh? The Charmer eyed her — and her soul, Callie suspected — with too much leering interest, but he wasn't the first creep she'd met. She'd had worse offers before, and besides, deep down she knew she had fuckall in the way of options.

"How long?" she asked, like it mattered.

"You collect with the partner of my choosing for six weeks, and I'll let you rent a soul for one day."

"Six weeks? No." She could probably earn the money in a legit way in six weeks. Plus, Josh didn't have that kind of time.

"You need me for the soul." He wasn't wrong.

Before Callie knew what she was doing, she began haggling.

"Two weeks." It was her final offer. This was it or she was out.

The Soul Charmer sighed, and gave Callie one last hard look. "Agreed. Two weeks of work for a one-day rental. You get it after your services are finished."

Fourteen measly days. A fortnight. Hopefully Ford wasn't going to do anything to Josh between now and then. And anyway, he was the one who'd ordered her to specifically use the Charmer's services in the first place.

Making the deal felt like the aftermath of downing a shot of bottom-shelf vodka. "Two weeks, and then I get a soul."

The edges of the Soul Charmer's lips curled up slowly, lasciviously. Somehow, Callie managed to keep down her lunch. He gestured back to the store's front door. A flash of gold on his hand drew her attention. How had he managed to get bulky gold rings over those knuckles? They looked like tree trunk knots.

"C'mon then ..." he started, then trailed off. "I should probably know the name of my newest employee?"

"Callie," she said, uneasy about him having even that much of her personal information.

She re-entered his store, but held back as he shuffled toward the worn black curtain he'd parted to enter the room through. He held the curtain open, but didn't repeat his earlier request. The low ceiling, slathered with a cheap black lacquer, closed in as Callie met his gaze. Guess the job had already started.

The air thickened in the doorway. The step through was like wading in tar. She pushed herself forward, but suddenly her breath locked in her chest. She cleared the doorway, gasping, only to be blasted by a wall of pure heat. It was as though her coat had been incinerated and electricity danced on her bare skin. Callie all but fell into the next room, forcing her hands to stay tight to her side, avoiding the temptation to reach out and grab onto some unknown surface for balance. She finally found her footing, and staggered to a stop. What the hell was that?

The Soul Charmer looked back curiously, but a momentary brightness in his eyes was gone before Callie could be sure she'd even seen it.

"Don't mind the door," he said, making his way across the anteroom and opened another door — this one made of a honeyed wood. Warm light began to spill into the chamber.

"The door?" Callie's voice was distant as she focused on the rows upon rows of picture frames hanging on the walls at her right and left. The glass panes were cloudy, but her gut told her she probably didn't want to see the obscured faces anyway.

"Keeps other magic from my workspace," he explained. "Come, come." He waved his gnarled hand at her. She didn't flinch this time.

Other magic? The only known magic was soul magic, she thought.

"The pictures do that?"

"Part of the pawn process. Those who choose to lend their souls for my services are recorded in there. They depart when their term is complete." Eight lamps filled the two-hundred-square-foot space in the next room, their brightness doubled by the reflection from the pristine tile floor. Gone were the dark wood and aged tapestries pandering to the church. These walls were lined with shelves, obsidian jars stacked to the edges on each one. If she closed her eyes, the astringent in the air brought Callie back to the ICU. Memories welled against her lower eyelids, bringing up broken dreams she'd spent a long time trying to forget.

The Charmer settled behind an aged oak desk and began digging through a lower drawer. Callie shoved her hands in her pockets absentmindedly, and for a moment her coat stretched, showing off more of her figure that she ever wanted to reveal to him. She quickly removed them, hoping he hadn't noticed.

"This —" he finally said, holding up a silver flask with a rich, black stone inlay, "— you will need to take with you."

Callie reached for it, but he pulled it back at the last moment, out of her reach.

"Press the open mouth of the jar to the person's sternum, nice and low." He tapped two fingers against his own. "That will transfer the soul to the vessel. Then all you have to do is return it to me."

"So where's the 'on' button?" she asked sarcastically.

He ignored her.

"Fine, but does it have to be a flask?" She wasn't averse to booze, but it was a little closer to alcoholic territory than she cared to venture.

"This one. Yes."

"Why again do you need me to do this? I mean, I'm not reneging on the deal, but couldn't your normal guy touch a flask to peoples' stomachs just fine?"

"No."

Callie waited for him to elaborate, but the Charmer clearly didn't want to divulge more. She reached out her hand again. "Fine, then."

This time he obliged. Her fingers slid over the obsidian inlay on the front of the container. The cool stone didn't heat with her touch, but her fingertips tingled all the same.

The Charmer smiled, flashing silver. "Yes, you'll do. Derek will meet you at your home tomorrow afternoon."

"I'll meet him here."

The Charmer glared, but didn't argue. "4 p.m. Don't be late."

Did she really have a choice?

CHAPTER 2

Callie cranked the car key in the ignition for the third time, her shaking hands more to blame for the car not starting than the vehicle itself. She tapped the gas pedal and the engine finally turned over. The lemon on wheels was running, and she still had $200 in her bank account. It was almost enough to convince her this evening had been a success.

The Soul Charmer's store was less than a ten-minute drive from her apartment, but she wasn't ready to head home yet. She needed time to accept what she'd done. Time to understand what she was about to do over the next two weeks. Being cooped up in her bare-bones apartment with scant furnishings would only amplify her anxiety like a Feng Shui echo. Her extended family was reliable, but she couldn't call any of them to visit. The closest cousin was sixty miles away and her brother ... well, he was obviously unavailable as well. Wallowing and recounting her mistakes was simply safer outside of her one-bedroom. She hooked a left on Agua Fria and headed toward the Plaza.

(Continues…)


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