Before the Devil Knows You're Dead

Before the Devil Knows You're Dead

by Patricia Eimer

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Before the Devil Knows You're Dead by Patricia Eimer

Not Even Death Can Keep a Good Demoness Down

There's never an end to the crazy when you're demon spawn. Not that Faith Bettincourt's complaining. She's been patching things up with her angelic on-again off-again boyfriend, Matt, and her best-friend-turned-sister-in-law is soon giving birth to the Anti-Christ Part Deux. Oh, and Faith is saving kids from Death in her pediatric unit, one soul at a time. Life is good.

Or at least it is until Faith accidentally runs over the Angel of Death and is forced to take his place. Now she's taking lives instead of saving them. This is kind of a problem when you're a nurse. As if that weren't bad enough, she is suddenly thrust into the worst scenario of them all–Matt's ex is back, and she's brought the Apocalypse with her.

Faith's not about to give up the world...or her man. But when the chips are down, what's a girl to do but take matters in her own hands, consequences be damned?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781622661183
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 02/24/2014
Series: Speak of the Devil , #3
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 863,113
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Patricia Eimer is a small-town girl fated to be a storyteller. After a stint of "thinking practically," she earned degrees in Business and Economics, but her passion has always been a good book. She lives in Pittsburgh with her two kids and a husband who learned the art of frozen pizza to give her more time to write. When she's not writing she can be found fencing or arguing with her dogs about plot points. Most days the beagle wins, but the dalmatian is a close second. She's a distant third.

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Before the Devil Knows You're Dead

A Speak of the Devil Novel

By Patricia Eimer, Candace Havens, Allison Blisard

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2014 Patricia Eimer
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-62266-118-3


A split second before the alarm in room 527 started to blare I found myself staring at the back of one of the world's most annoying, know-it-all archangels. Michael, the Angel of Death. Instead of screaming for help, I took off at a dead run down the hall of the ICU, cussing under my breath about stupid celestial beings and my own aversion to cardio exercise.

Two other nurses bolted out of the rooms they were working in and ran from the other end of the hall while the attending physician on duty sprinted out of her office in front of me. I sidestepped her and hunched my shoulders to keep from running into her back as we all raced toward the horrible, shrieking wail of the alarm.

I snapped my fingers and time stopped around me. I needed a bit more time before I dealt with the medical personnel if I was going to keep six-year-old Hannah Stavlinski, otherwise known as the transplant patient in room 527, alive and out of the clutches of an archangel. So rather than deal with our attending I swung wide around her and mentally winced at the fact she had both feet off the ground, stopped in midrun.

Dr. Malan's knees were going to hurt like a succubae after a busy night of soul collecting by the time she got off shift tomorrow morning. Long-term levitation was killer on the joints but that was so very much not my problem right now. I'd offer her a couple Tylenol for it later and call it a wash.

"Step away from the ankle biter, Mike." I held my hand up like it was a handgun and I was some sort of strung out gangbanger trying to hold up a liquor store after too many rounds of first-person shooter games.

"Faith." The Archangel stopped, his hand outstretched toward the girl, and looked at me, his icy-blue eyes sparkling as golden energy crackled in a halo around the blond hair curling around his face and caressing his chin. "What are you doing here?"

"I work here, moron. I'm a pediatric nurse and this is a children's hospital. The two sort of go together like fish and freshly baked bread."

I swung my finger over to point at the heart monitor that was blaring away next to the bed. I zapped the machine with a jolt of demonic power and it reset itself. The little girl in the bed jerked and the machine began to beep in a nice, steady — quiet — rhythm.

"You're supposed to be off tonight," Michael said his voice high and whiny. "Two of the other reapers swore to me that you were off tonight. You don't work Thursdays."

"I'm covering for another nurse. She called in sick. So, what are you doing in my hospital?"

"Now, Faith, there's no need to get touchy. You and I both know that this is a normal part of life. It's nothing for you to get upset about."

"Why are you on my ICU unit?" I asked, my voice steady, ignoring his-- death is a normal part of life-- shtick. "She doesn't have a folder. A reaper would have come by to warn me if she had a folder."

"She's on the potentials list." Michael held up a light beige file folder and waved it at me. Hannah's name was on it and her picture attached to the front for easy identification.

"That means she might die," I said, "but that folder is beige, not red. So, I repeat, more forcefully this time, why are you on my ICU?"

"Look." Michael stepped toward me, trying to angle himself between me and Hannah's bed, and my finger shook as dark power raced down my arm. "I lost a soul tonight. I'm one shy and trust me when I tell you that the AOD is not a tolerant guy when it comes to not meeting your quota. I need someone to make up the difference."

"What happened?" I asked, stunned that he had somehow managed to lose a soul. For all the television movies and books that talk about people being snatched from Death's cold and greedy claws at the last moment, it very rarely happened. The reapers were very good at their jobs, and it was a rare soul that slipped through.

"Your sister-in-law pulled out a miracle on a pinch hit. Full cardiac arrest and she gives him a zap while the mortals are busy and the little bugger perks right up. My folder goes from bloodred to white like she'd dunked it into a vat of industrial strength bleach.

"Heaven protect me from cranky ex-succubae," he said. "She's gotten worse since she's gotten knocked up. You know that, right? She's become completely irrational about things."


"So?" Michael's eyes bugged out and his face went purple. "I looked inside the folder to see when I could recoup my loss. I figured your girl Lisa's temper tantrum wouldn't matter in the end because I'd be back to get the kid in a few months. I could tell the boss we'd put the kid on the back burner and it would be no big deal. Right?"

"No?" My smile grew wider at his obvious distress.

"No. Turns out the rug rat is going to live a full and happy life — a writer of children's books if you can believe that. He's going to go teach kindergarten and write books that will be praised for their lush and realistic artwork. I can't come back to collect him for another ninety-seven years."

He paced in a tight circle, tugging at his hair as he stomped. He stopped, staring down at Hannah, and his hands dropped onto the metal bed rail, gripping it so tightly his knuckles were white.

"There's no way I can pass that off as a minor technical glitch. The soul is lost, and I'm up for my quarter-century performance review."


"So? It's bad enough that your uncle demoted me to running the angelic contingent of the Reaper Squads. If this review goes badly, Valentin could promote Daniel into my position and knock me down to running the Hospitaller subteam. I'd be middle management, Faith, the equivalent of a human shift manager at McDonalds."

"Oh gee," I said and then laughed, making sure enough evil leaked out to let him know just how much I was enjoying his plight. "I'd feel bad for you, but it seems to me that the world needs more writers of kid's books with realistic artwork."

"Faith," he said and dropped his hands back down to his sides, clenching his fists.

"Besides, what does your miserable career progression have to do with my transplant patient? She's six; she can't tutor you in how to ask if someone would like fries with their mortal-coil shuffle."

"Hah-hah, very funny. Now let's be serious, she's high on the potentials list. She's got what? A day. Maybe two? Why make her suffer? You can turn your back and I'll take her soul and everyone will be happy. I've met my quota, save my performance evaluation, and she's in a better place. It's a win-win situation. Right?"

"Not a chance." I pointed at his folder and gave it a solid jolt of demonic power.

The folder burst into blue-black flames and crumpled into a neat pile of ash. "Oh look! No folder. You know what that means? No paperwork means no soul. Now go away, before I decide to keep zapping."

"That was pointless." He crossed his arms over his slender, well-sculpted chest and glared at me. "I'll get another copy of her file, and then I'll be back. If not today, then the day her status turns red. You can't stop the inevitable, so why not give me the soul and save yourself the hassle?"


"No? What do you mean no?" Michael asked. "I need that soul."

"Too bad." I leaned forward, lifting up on my toes so that we were glaring directly into each other's eyes, and then snaked my arms around his sides to grip the rails of her bed, penning him in between my arms. "You can't have her."

"I know you're protective of your patients." He put his hands up, knocking my arms away from his sides, and air quoted the word patients. "Look at this from my perspective. I need to take that soul and meet my quota. If our positions were switched, I'd help you out."

"No you wouldn't, and there's no way in Hell's fiery lake that I'll ever need your help. I do my best not to associate with parasites."

"Parasite? I provide an essential service."

"Yeah? So do dung beetles."

"You know what?" Michael spat, his eyes filled with disgust. "Keep the brat if she means so much to you. I'll come back and get her once the folder turns red, and I'll make sure to do it on a day where you have to watch. Once she's formally on my list there's nothing you can do but stand there as I harvest the little twerp."

"Really?" I stepped forward and jammed my finger into his chest. "It seems to me Lisa managed to stop you. I could do the same."

"Her time has come. Let the child go. Let her find peace."

"It's not her time." I pictured the most remote, desolate island on Earth, a small spit of land near Antarctica covered in snow and surrounded by icy water, and did my best to make it seem real in my mind. A window in reality slid open behind Michael, opening on the coldest part of that very remote bit of nowhere.

"What's one day? Twenty-four measly hours? What does it mean in the end?"

"It's everything." I lifted my hand up to his chest and gave him a solid jolt of dark power straight to the sternum.

The archangel in front of me burst into flames, and he let out a tortured scream as dark power licked along his chiseled jaw and his hair caught fire. He swung his hands up and started to beat at the flames around his halo, screaming at me in Latin the entire time. My ancient religious languages were pretty rusty but I was pretty sure that the words he was shrieking weren't part of the Holy Catechism.

I gave him another push and then stepped back, watching him topple backward through the portal. There was a splash, and then another, sharper scream as he hit the icy water. He pushed himself up, headfirst out of the water, and I let the portal begin to shrink.

"Hey, Michael," I said once the portal had shrunk to the size of a bowling ball. "Stay out of my ICU. Or else."

"You demonic slut," Michael screeched before a wave crested over his head and dunked him under the freezing water. His head broke water and he started to splutter, coughing up water as he tried to keep himself afloat. "I'll make you pay for this. You wait. I'm going to call your uncle and I'm going to —"

"Oh, please." I snapped my fingers and the portal slammed close with a sharp crack, trapping him on the other side.

"You should have trapped him under an iceberg," Harold said, leaning over Hannah, checking her over. "Or with a particularly horny narwhal. Those are the ones with the sharp swords on their snouts, right?"

"I think so." I came over to stand beside my favorite poltergeist pediatrician. "How is she?"

"Fine. Vitals are stable. She seems to be responding to treatment. No signs of infection that I can see. My gut feeling is that she's going to make it — potentials list or no potentials list."

"Good. That will be something to tell her father when the poor man finally gets here."

"What happened?" Harold asked.

"The army had a delay and he didn't make it for the surgery since she was bumped up the list so quickly because of the compatible match. It's good to know he's not going to come all this way for bad news."

"She's not going anywhere," Harold said, and my shoulders slumped in relief. Harold was the best pediatrician I knew — alive or dead — if he said she was going to make it, then I was going to believe him.

"I can't believe you set the Archangel Michael on fire," Harold said. "Not that he didn't deserve to suffer a bit, but you know how long it takes an angel to recover from hellfire burns."

"Yeah, blame the human part of me for that little show of demonic temper. I refuse to give up the belief life is sacred. Besides, she wasn't on the dead list. I don't care if I have to set an entire legion of angels on fire. I refuse to hand over one of these kids until I don't have any other choice."

"Stubborn to a fault, Nurse Bettincourt." Harold floated close enough that I could feel his shadow brushing against my shoulder as we stood staring down at the little girl in the bed.

"Stubbornness is an integral part of being a demon. Did you hear what he said about Lisa? Zapping a patient during surgery to keep them alive isn't just stubborn — it's downright ballsy. "

"Yeah. Which means both of you girls did well tonight. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks." A warm rush of pride flooded my chest. I knew I was a good nurse, but it sure didn't hurt to hear someone else say it on occasion.

"I've only got one complaint. The next time you girls decide to go all superhero could you please warn me ahead of time? Do you know how much I would have loved to get that on video?"


"The other doctors on the ghost golf circuit would have paid good money to watch you set the Archangel Michael on fire — especially when you toppled him into the water afterward. Where was that? Alaska?"

"Fifty miles east of Antarctica."

"Nice." He wrapped an arm around my shoulder, his fingers sliding through my skin and making me shiver.

"Now, what are you going to do about Dr. Freckles and her two sidekicks?" He nodded toward the door and I, suddenly remembered everyone else outside of the room.

"Play dumb?"

"That's only going to work a few times on that one. She's young but she's pretty clever. She's got that 'sense' if you know what I mean."

"You don't think she's been warned by Dr. Lee, do you?" I asked, thinking about the tiny pediatric oncologist who frequently gave me sideways glances.

"Nah. Bai has agreed to keep her mouth shut about us but I think Dr. Malan is a bit more tuned in than she realizes. Throw a confusion spell on her and you should be fine. Her sight isn't nearly as strong as Bai's. We can keep her clueless for a while longer yet."

"Right. Good." I snapped my fingers and time began again. Dr. Malan rushed into the room, the nurses hot on her heels.

She slid to a stop and looked first at the quiet monitor and then at the patient. She looked over at me, then through Harold at the monitor, and then back at the patient, her jaw working the whole time.

"Is something wrong, Doc?" I raised an eyebrow while I wiggled my fingers to cast a quick cloud of confusion across all of them so they wouldn't decide to start trying to figure out how I'd gotten here before them.

"What happened to the alarm?" Dr. Malan asked. "I heard the alarm and came running."

"The alarm?" I asked, trying to keep my voice even. "The alarm for this room?"

"Didn't it go off?" Confusion and doubt filled her eyes.

"No. The alarm in here didn't go off. Everything in here is fine. I've been in here for a few minutes doing treatments. I was working toward Leslie and Kim so that I could tell them to go on break. Why? Did you hear an alarm?"

"I could have sworn ..." Dr. Malan looked from me to the alarms again, her mouth hanging open. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and then flinched as she tried to move her weight off back off her right knee. She turned to Leslie and Kim standing behind her. "Tell me you two heard the alarm?"

"No, Doc," Leslie said her voice full of conviction. "We saw you running and followed."

"I don't know what to say." Dr. Malan ran a hand up over her face. "I know the alarm was going off."

I gave her my most reassuring smile. "It's late, it's quiet, and you probably dozed off for a second and dreamed you heard one of the alarms going off."

"You think?" she asked, sounding skeptical.

"I do it all the time on my days off," I said and both Kim and Leslie nodded in agreement. "I'm sound asleep and then all of a sudden I dream that I can hear an alarm or a call light. Next thing I know I'm wide awake and half out of bed before I realize that I'm home in my jammies and not here on the ward. It's part of the job. You'll get used to it over time."

She shifted again and then winced. "I guess, but man do I feel stupid right now. Running after phantom alarms and scaring all three of you."

"Don't worry about it," I said and felt my shoulders relax. She was going to let this go easier than I expected. "Hey, Doc, are you feeling okay? You keep grimacing."

"I think I banged my knee against my desk when I decided to go on a mad dash down the hall. I'll probably have one heck of a bruise by the time we go off shift."

"Ouch." I wrinkled my nose at her and pretended to be sympathetic instead of relieved at how easily she was letting this all go. "Why don't you take a minute off the hall and take a breather? Go grab a bottle of water or some coffee. We'll be fine up here."


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Before the Devil Knows You're Dead (A Speak of the Devil Novel) 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
Jasmyn9 More than 1 year ago
The third book in the Speak of the Devil series is epic - as in end of the world apocalypse epic. Faith just can't seem to keep her life normal - or a least normal for the youngest daughter of Lucifer. Things just keep spiraling out of control and getting even more crazy.  I love Faith more and more with every page. She is such a riot - her entire family is, but she really stands out as such a unique person. A lover of children and a nurse, finding herself the Angel of Death is quite the life changing bummer, but she tries to deal with it. Her way of dealing with it leads to a series of "accidents" and "incidents" that lead to the beginnings of the legendary apocalypse.  Through it all Matt remains loyal - willing to do anything to make their relationship work. He's a great guy, but we really didn't see much of him in this one. We do get to see more of her roommate Lisa and a lot of Howard the ghost. All of these side characters are fantastic in their own way, but when put together the way Patricia Eimer does, they really take off and become very memorable.  This series should be a must read for lovers of snarky, smart-ass, sarcastic demons with a very, very non-traditional family tree. I loved every minute of it. 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I received an ARC in exchange for my honest review. Unique and Hilarious! I really enjoyed. It was unlike anything I had read before. I laughed out loud a lot and loved all the characters. I certainly recommend this book to anyone who loves witty banter and a heroine that can’t seem to catch a break, but fight to the bitter end for what right. So funny! 
bibliophiliamom More than 1 year ago
Patricia Eimer really has a knack for the humor in her writing. She writes incredibly well, and keeps her readers enthralled in the book. Even though the story is about angels and demons, they seem to be living right along with all of us. She actually makes you wonder if it could really be a possibility that they live among us and we just don't know it. I loved the story about this dysfunctional family that has all the same everyday problems we have, with a twist. They are angels, demons, and of course the devil and God himself. It will keep you in stitches, yet so into the story that you don't want to put it down. I loved the book so much, that I had to get the other books in the series she wrote. And of course they don't disappoint. Great job Patricia Eimer, you have found a way to make reading fun!!
kydirtgirl68 More than 1 year ago
Faith is staying pretty busy. She is a demon working as a nurse in a hospital and loves helping people. She is trying to work things out with her angelic boyfriend Matt and help her sister in law prepare for the birth of her child who is the anti christ two. Faith is happy and when she accidentally runs over the Angel of Death she is horrified to find she is now the angel of death and must be the head of the reapers. She never wanted to take lives only save them and she can't touch anyone without killing them. On top of that the Apocalypse seems to be happening and Faith will have to do her best to stop it. I haven't read the other books in this series but after some confusion at first I figured things out. Faith may be a demon but she really only wants to help people. She has to figure out if she really wants to be with Matt and how much she wants to be out of the Angel of Death job. She has so much going on but she still does a good job trying to take control of things. There is tons of action and intrigue as the Apocalypse is beginning and they have to stop it. There is also lots of humor as several times you will get several laughs while reading. I enjoyed seeing all the characters and learning about them. I would recommend reading the first two so there isn't any confusion but this looks like a good paranormal series that I will be looking more into. 
CharleneCF More than 1 year ago
This was a fun, paranormal read.  Nurse Faith, and Angel Matt, have a lot to do.  First, Faith is made the Angel of Death, but nor of her own  choosing.  Next the Apocalypse, occurs and Faith and Matt save the world.  In the meantime, they want to get married, but aren't sure what  to do about it, since Faith can't tough anything without killing it.  How they get around it, and have their Happily Every After, will have you  wanting to read more about Faith and Matt.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
3 1/2 stars Angels are Angels and Demons are Demons, and then there are the "inbetween" like Faith Bettincourt. I love that she is a nurse and works to keep her young wards from Death. That still doesn't stop death from trying, or get her in trouble with those who help souls along the way. She is a demon with a kind streak, and that duality messes up her love life. There just was so much going on with this story, and so many characters that I sometimes got lost, and found it hard to find myself emphasizing with moments that would give me that "oh, no!" feeling. Even so, the characters had character and I loved the action scenes. I received this arc in return for an honest review
mysticrosetiger More than 1 year ago
This book is a great read. Faith and Matt have had so many things happen that Faith isn't sure if they should be together. Matt wants nothing more than to be with Faith. Will they find away to be together forever.