I was recently asked how long Emma and Killian had been living in the same city in Between Heaven and Hell and how that came about. While I keep some details deliberately vague, I did say that there was some backstory I could write about. Here’s a little flashback about how their current “arrangement” came to be, with a teeny bit of smut.
Having (literally) all the time in the world and little (if any) in the way of scruples was a tidy combination when it came to acquiring wealth.
Spending it was even easier.
Killian Jones had everything he could possibly want, a closet full of impeccably tailored bespoke suits, a different watch for every day of the year, newer, faster cars whenever he got bored with the old ones, fabulous antiques that had been new when he bought them, the finest spirits and a wine cellar that any sommelier would sell his soul for (again, literally) and a real estate portfolio that spanned both continents and centuries. The London house and the Boston apartment, the chateau in France and the place in Malibu, and that was just some of the residential properties. He also owned nearly a block of downtown New Orleans, in the heart of the French Quarter, colonial villas and rundown warehouses in the Caribbean, high-end strip clubs in Montreal, and a controlling interest in a new hotel currently being built in Las Vegas, with a suite specifically designed to his own taste for when he visited the city built on sin.
Money was no object, not for him.
Except…
He tossed the velvet jewelry box aside with a sigh. Diamonds, pearls, emeralds, he’d tried them all and every time they were returned. It had been awhile since he’d sent her a pair of earrings or a necklace, finally accepting that his angel would not be tempted by the best Cartier or Asprey & Garrad had to offer, but he’d been in a bit of a mood lately. Emma had been gone for weeks, taking off with nothing more than a hurried phone call to answer someone else’s prayer. Someone handsome, perhaps, dark-haired and blue-eyed like him (he knew she had a certain fondness for that) but with the one thing he’d always lack, that no amount of money could buy.
By the rules of the Holy Book, demons couldn’t be redeemed.
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