Kissing a Billionaire: Billionaire's Clean Romance

When the grumpy police detective crashes her wedding and kidnaps her, she’s ready to spit fire. He doesn’t know why he wants to protect the feisty heiress, except that her mother requested his help. As the danger intensifies, can they truly trust each other?

In Honolulu, Detective Kurt Hamill seeks solace in a quieter precinct, aiming to bury the ghosts of his past. However, a plea from an old friend thrusts him back into the fray. Tasked with preventing her daughter's ill-fated marriage, Kurt finds himself entangled in a perilous game of pursuit.

Riley Peterson, heiress shielded from life's complexities by her billionaire father, is thrust into chaos when Kurt, a striking detective, enters her world. Rather than walking down the aisle with a near stranger, Riley finds herself evading danger alongside Kurt. As bullets fly and trust hangs in the balance, Riley grapples with the idea that Kurt may be her only shield in a storm of uncertainty.

Immerse yourself in this wholesome suspenseful billionaire romance, where passion and intimacy are beautifully intertwined with a story that celebrates deep connections and unforgettable, heartfelt moments.

“That’s a fancy Alpha Dorado knife you have there,” Officer Kurt Hamill said as his hand hovered over the gun stuck in the waist of his jeans. He kept his stare on the drunken woman in front of him wielding a knife.
“Ya know yer weapons, ossifer.” Her toothless speech turned her s’s into a whistle.

He nodded. “I have a knife like that in my hunting collection. But I also know how dangerous they are even to the owners, especially when they aren’t used properly.”

The sixty-year-old woman had been drinking heavily. Again. That wasn’t anything new. But this time, she had a knife, and that placed the three of them in harm’s way, even though her blubbering husband was nearly passed out on the couch.

“Put the weapon down, and slowly step away.” Kurt kept his voice calm.

Mrs. Stevenson had never been physically strong, but when she was drunk out of her mind, the five-foot, two-inch framed woman had more strength than most people expected. He doubted she would be able to hurt him, but he didn’t want her hurting herself… or her weak husband. Kurt didn’t really want to use his gun, but if he had to, he would aim it toward the knife and shoot just to get it out of the crazed woman’s hand.

“I’m not gonna hurt anyone,” she said as she leaned against the resort suite’s liquor bar and hugged it as if she was going to fall over.

“Then you need to put the knife down,” Kurt explained.
“I will as soon as he gibs me back my teef!”

Kurt nodded. “I’m sure your husband will give you back your teeth as soon as you put down the weapon.” He glanced quickly at the sixty-five-year-old man wearing his boxer shorts and nothing else. The old man’s saggy chest should have been covered, in Kurt’s opinion, because that was a sight he never wanted to see again.

“Mr. Stevenson? Where did you put your wife’s teeth?”
The frail old man flipped his hand. “In the toilet!

“Augh!” Mrs. Stevenson charged toward her husband with the knife held high.

Kurt jumped at her from behind and brought her to the floor. In one swift move, he swiped the weapon from her boney fingers. She screamed and kicked, but thankfully, having her face down on the floor slowly subdued the woman.

She turned her head on the floor and looked toward her husband. After a few, very descriptive swear words exited her mouth, she sobbed. “I hate you!”

Tears streamed down her husband’s face. “If you wouldn’t bite me all the time, I wouldn’t have taken your teeth.”

Kurt ignored the insults being flung back and forth between the two, only because he went through this process once a month when the Stevensons came to Kauai Garden Resort for some scuba diving and kayaking down the Wailua River. If only the older couple would lay off the booze, they might actually get along, instead of spending time in jail during their retreat.

He cuffed Mrs. Stevenson and pulled her to her feet.

Holding her up was necessary, because the intoxicated woman could hardly walk. As he escorted her down the hall, several people peeked out of their rooms to see what all the commotion was about.

Kurt had been in Kauai, Hawaii, for nearly a year, and already he knew most of the island’s habits, and especially those habits of the frequent patrons like the Stevensons. He’d lock up the wife for a few hours, but then her husband would always come bail her out.

They’d be semi-sober at this point, and they’d hug each other, apologizing all the way out to the car promising one another how they’d never do this again.

Apparently, neither of them knew what the word never meant.

Kurt and Mrs. Stevenson reached the lobby and met more curious people who probably wondered why a Task Force Officer was here. Again. The fancy glass entrance doors of the resort were across the lobby, appearing almost too far away right now, because he was anxious to get this drunken woman in his squad car. They passed the brown wicker furniture and the many displays for colorful flowers in this section of the lobby. On the other side of the lobby was a large glass wall, giving their guests a breathtaking view of the ocean.