Please welcome Tamara Hunter to the blog! We’re a stop on her virtual tour to promote her novel Painted Passion. Let’s get to know her.
What type of music do you listen to?
Literally all kinds. If the words and beat moves me, I’ll listen to it and it doesn’t matter if it’s country, hip-hop, blues, jazz or whatever. I tend to listen to classical music though only in the mornings. I find it calming which is what I need in the a.m.
What flowers would be in your ideal bouquet?
What is your favorite body part on a man?
At the moment, my favorite parts on a man are his thighs. Seeing them flex and move is a wonderful thing.
Finish this sentence: You gotta love a man who…
Remembers what you said.
Trella Arnold’s upcoming art show is her primary focus until she uncovers information that causes her to question circumstances surrounding her husband’s death. She contacts his former partner in spite of the danger he poses to her peace of mind.
Ex-cop Carlos Diaz owns a successful investigation firm, having left the Phoenix Police Department after the murder of his best friend. Carlos’ life is uncomplicated—at least until he receives Trella’s call. Despite his misgivings at seeing the only woman who ever made him think of settling down, he agrees to help.
Trella’s probing for answers lands them both in a sticky, suspenseful situation. Carlos moves in to protect her, but he can’t fight his attraction. Soon he’s in her bed and she’s in his heart.
Can he convince her that loving him is her passion?
Trella pinned him with a hard look. “I don’t need a babysitter.”
“Maybe not, but I need to know you’re safe.” Carlos kept his voice low and controlled. I’m not giving in. Quit acting stubborn.”
“Melissa and Selina—”
“Wouldn’t provide much help if Hector makes a move on you, and I don’t want you involving them. The fewer people who know, the better.”
Her breasts rose and fell with each deep breath. He gritted his teeth, fighting to keep his gaze from wandering below her neck.
“You couldn’t ask if this is something I want?”
Her question pried the edge off the lid containing his temper. “I don’t care what you want, Trella. We will be inseparable, understand?” He leaned down and his nostrils flared as he placed his hands on the lounger’s armrests, bracketing her within the space he created. “Random cars drive to your home at all hours of the night, you receive hang-up calls, and someone shot your husband. And all those events just might be related. My cousin lives here with you. This isn’t just about you and your precious wants. You can tolerate inconvenience,” he uttered in a low voice.
Straightening, Carlos drew in a breath. “Trust me—living here is the last thing I want.”
He saw the flash of hurt in her eyes before she rose. She marched to the stone steps leading to the terrace.
“Louis didn’t marry a fragile female.” She turned to face him, a determined look on her face. “I can take care of myself.”
His anger disappeared in a flash. With her hair loose around her shoulders, she was a goddess, proud and fearless. Raw need surged through him at the sexy picture she presented.
He pulled his mind back to the matter at hand. “I know you can handle yourself, but this is business. You’ve placed yourself in the middle of a profitable organization. If Louis’ death was in any way connected to it, whoever shot a detective won’t think twice at the prospect of cancelling your existence.”
Drawn to her magnetic presence, he stopped when he stood in front of her. “I don’t want anything to happen to you.” His voice softened. He touched her hair, the black, silken strands slipping over his fingers. “I want you out of harm’s way.”
She poked the middle of his chest with her index finger. “I want you safe, as well. Because here’s a newsflash, Mr. I-can-take-care-of-you, if our esteemed councilman believes Louis shared what he knew, then Hector’s not just coming after me, Carlos. He’s coming after both of us,” she whispered.
Her luminous eyes searched his as if seeking reassurance. “I’m not a damsel in distress,” she muttered.
He cradled her face in his hands. “Far from it.” He touched his lips to the space between her arched eyebrows. The kiss was meant to be comforting, but as soon as his mouth made contact with her soft skin, his body’s wiring sputtered from shock.
“I know you’re strong, but we have to be smart.” Incapable of avoiding her heat, he kissed the bridge of her nose. He needed to stop before he did something he couldn’t take back.
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About the Author
Tamara Hunter fell in love with romances at an early age and always had a book in hand. Her love of reading continues today and she enjoys romantic fiction from historicals to contemporaries to paranormals.
Everyone needs love and there’s nothing more satisfying for Tamara than exploring relationships between characters—particularly when said relationships include hard-to-resist, sexy men who will do anything for the woman they desire.
When she’s not creating tales of her own, she enjoys spending time with family and friends, cooking and traveling.