@BarbaraMonajem 's latest book is on fire! Lady of the Flames #MFRWorg #historical #paranormal

What a wonderful day for the Princesses as we welcome author Barbara Monajem!

Barbara Monajem wrote her first story in third grade about apple tree gnomes. An embarrassing number of years later, she still sneaks magical little creatures into her books, although they’re romances for grownups now. She lives in Atlanta with assorted relatives, friends, and feline strays.

Speed Round:

Favorite movie: The Princess Bride
Favorite book: Oh, come on now. Impossible!
Last book read: Murder in Hindsight by Anne Cleeland (for the third time)
Favorite color: Red!

Stilettos or flip-flops: Sneakers
Coffee or tea: Both, but not mixed together. Tea plus coffee does not equal toffee.

E-book or paperback: Both
Pencil or pen: Pen

Favorite song: Maybe I’m Amazed by Paul McCartney

Streak or not: Not likely!

Favorite dessert: Apple crisp

Champagne or gin: I don’t drink. But if I did, it would be Scotch whisky.

Paranormal or Historical: A mixture

Ginger or Mary Ann: Mary Ann

Favorite TV show: I don’t watch much TV… I’m too antsy to stay still… I’ve been known to sit all the way through Sherlock and Dr. Who.

Hot or cold: In between

POV: 1^st or 3^rd. Either.

I'd die if I don't have: Air, water, food…

 Perfect lady, disgraced lord, traitor, spies, magic with blades, magic with fire, 

and love (of course).

Excerpt from Lady of the Flames: 

Fen poured warm water into the basin and reached for Andromeda’s slippers. “I’ll wash your feet.”

She slid them under her skirts. “You mustn’t. It wouldn’t be proper.”

“My dear girl, nothing about this situation is proper.”

True, they were alone in his bedchamber. I’m completely ruined, she thought. Word of her disappearance must be all over London. 

“You’re bleeding,” he said. “You’ll ruin my carpet if I let you go on this way.”

She gave a sputter of a laugh, and he took her left foot before she could stop him. Their eyes met briefly—and both looked away. Did he remember their love of long ago, the summer when she was seventeen years old? Stolen kisses, whispered vows. They’d sneaked off to a meadow and lain in the long grass in each other’s arms, and when he kissed her bare feet, desire coursed all the way to her core.

He’d refused to go further, insisting it wouldn’t be right. She’d well-nigh thrown herself at him, but still he refused. She flirted with his rakish friends, but neither tantrums nor jealousy moved him. In despair, clinging to the remnants of her belief in magic, she called on Mama’s locket to come to her aid.

A few days later, he gave her the cut direct. She tried to talk to him more than once, but each time he went still and cold, then turned away as if she didn’t exist.

 That was the day her belief in magic died.

Find Barbara at: Website

Find Lady of the Flames at: Amazon

Contact Barbara at: Email

Thank you, Barbara, for being with the Princesses today!