Welcome to my stop on the Devil May Care Blog Tour! Devil May Care is the sequel to the snarky and sexy Luck of the Devil. Author Patricia Eimer is here today sharing a typical day in the life of her book's feisty heroine, princess of Hell and daughter of Satan, Faith. Enjoy the guest post and enter the awesome giveaway ;)
Angels, Demons and Dysfunction: A Day in the Life of Faith
By Patricia Eimer
12 am: Rounds on Rogers Children’s Hospital ICU unit. Fifteen patients in ward. Three under my direct care. All sleeping. Helped another nurse with wound care on a burn patient while student nurse watched. Was vomited on twice. Once by student nurse. Once by patient as a sympathetic reaction to student nurse. Wonder just how much work it takes to get regurgitated cherry jello vomit out of my hair.
1 am: Hair is crusty. Student nurse is apologetic. Need coffee. Call light. So much for coffee.
2 am: Still no coffee. Damn it. Don’t I have a break coming up soon? Forced to run Malachi out of empty room and off Skinemax. Really, there are sick kids in this place. No one needs to hear those sorts of noises at the end of a dark hall. Especially me. Besides, who in their right minds uses a breadstick that way? May never eat Italian food again.
3 am: Patient (not mine) coded. Forced to kick the crap out of Angel of Death’s minion until soul returned. Still haven’t gotten my break. Or coffee. Considering asking Harold if he’ll do my charting so I can ditch out for five minutes. He’s better at it than I am anyway. Even if he is a ghost.
4 am: Must have coffee. Otherwise I can’t guarantee we’re making it out of here without someone being sent to Purgatory tonight. May have to track down Angel of Death’s minion for a bit of torture filled fun.
5 am: Finally have coffee and Red Bull. Can now face last two hours of shift. Even if I am a bit jittery. Sent racy text to Matt involving breakfast, chocolate icing and whip cream. Hopefully he will not decide that means I want to go to IHOP for breakfast.
6 am: “Will be waiting at home for you as requested.” Hallelujah we’re not going to IHOP.
7 am: End of shift, meet up with Lisa. Malachi has coffee. Possibly as penance for all night Twin Skins Marathon. If he doesn’t share I don’t care if he is a dread demon, I’ll put him on nursery duty for the next month.
8 am: Home, warm, cuddling Matt and trying to convince him that he really doesn’t need to go to work today. Does he? Boyfriend has stubborn angel streak though and cannot be convinced to lie about having 24 hour non-lethal Ebola virus that requires him to stay in bed all day. Alternative measures may need to be employed.
9 am: Matt now leaving, he swears for good this time. Wonder how he’s going to manage it since I’ve got his car keys.
10 am: Matt’s left. Time to sleep.
5 pm: Woken by loud argument between Father and Sister upstairs. Not getting involved. No matter what I’m not getting involved. Satan and his oldest daughter can fight till Gabriel gets around to learning how to play the trumpet. I.AM.NOT.INVOLVED.
6 pm: Eating chocolate fudge ice cream with my sister Hope and best friend Lisa. Listening as Hope explains why Daddy Dearest sucks. I agree on most points but still don’t think he should give in on her punishment. 100 years without the ability to do evil will only make her more creative in the end.
7 pm: Matt home. Pizza. Reality television. Unfortunately this is a group activity involving Lisa and her fiancée (my brother Tolliver), my sister Hope, my dread demon Malachi, Harold the perverted ghost, and the son of God. Chances of sneaking in a quickie before work seem slim.
8 pm: Why don’t these people leave already? Really? They all have their own place, why can’t they just—uh oh, angelic boyfriend is making noises about leaving. I didn’t mean him for Imps Sake! I meant these other losers. The ones I’m related to.
9 pm: Son of God finally took the hint and convinced everyone else to go. Unfortunately, I have to be at work in an hour. No angel loving for me. Unless… phone rings. Consider sending it to voice mail. Prince of Evil himself though so probably can’t get away with it. Answer phone. “Hello Dad?” Oh great, its Mom.
10 pm: Stare out window of hospital at Pittsburgh down below. Seriously wonder if eternity is all it’s cracked up to be. Text from Matt. ‘I’m stocking up on chocolate frosting.’ Yeah eternity just might be long enough. Unless, for some reason they stop making frosting. Or coffee.
Oh God, the human race isn’t going to give up coffee is it? I’m not facing an eternity without coffee. Which now that I think about it—I think I might go get myself another cup. It’s probably going to be another long night. As soon as I convince my dread demon to stop turning the nursery television to lesbian porn. I mean seriously, that’s the last thing any mother wants to see after giving birth. Jerk.
Author: Patricia Eimer
Series: Speak of the Devil #2
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Length: 352 pages
Release Date: February 2013
Imprint: Entangled Select
Weddings are hell…
After a month of planning not one, but two, demonic weddings, all Faith Bettincourt—the youngest Crown Princess of Hell—wants is to spend some quality time with her angelic boyfriend, Matt. But when a ghost from Matt’s past walks through Faith’s apartment door, her preoccupation with the weddings from Hell is all that’s keeping her from turning his ex, in all her devious angelic glory, into a down throw pillow.
Which is about when Matt’s zealous mother declares war on Faith’s family.
Now Faith will stop at nothing to stop the craziness and make sure the impending nuptials go off without a hitch. All she’s got to do is rescue one of the grooms and go up against an army of so-called do-gooders, and everything will go back to normal. Or as normal as it can be where the Devil’s spawn is concerned. With any luck, she might just be able to resuscitate her love life while she’s at it.
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I currently live in Pittsburgh with my two wonderful kids and a husband that learned the gourmet art of frozen pizzas to give me more time to write. When I'm not writing I can be found fencing and arguing with my dogs about plot points. Most days the Beagle wins but the Dalmatian is in close second. I'm in a distant third.
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