Once Upon A Prince. Holly Jacobs
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Название: Once Upon A Prince

Автор: Holly Jacobs

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Короткие любовные романы

Серия: Mills & Boon M&B

isbn: 9781474048606

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       Royals in Perry Square!—AGAIN

      We didn’t think future princesses rode around on motorcycles, but Shey Carlson—local coffee shop diva—just might prove us wrong! Seems Prince Eduardo Matthew Tanner Ericson is back in town, and this highly eligible bachelor has set his sights on Shey. Of course, stubborn Shey denies all rumors of a royal courtship. But we’ve seen Tanner steal a kiss from his red-haired beauty, and wow do they kiss! Those who’ve seen them canoodling couldn’t be happier. After all, everyone’s rooting for this local girl with a big heart to make good…with a real noble man!

      Once Upon a Prince

       Holly Jacobs

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      CONTENTS

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       Title Page

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       EPILOGUE

       Copyright

       CHAPTER ONE

      Shey Carlson was waiting for a prince.

      Not in a waiting-for-her-personal-Prince-Charming-to-come-riding-to-her-rescue sort of way; rather she was standing in the small airport in Erie, Pennsylvania, waiting for a real, honest-to-goodness royal runs-a-country sort of prince.

      Prince Eduardo Matthew Tanner Ericson of Amar to be exact. The unwanted fiancé of Parker Dillon—Shey’s best friend—to be even more exact.

      How a girl from humble beginnings ended up waiting to greet a prince was a bit of a mystery. But then it was no more mysterious than the fact that the same girl had a princess as one of her best friends.

      A man dressed in an impeccable suit, with perfectly styled dark brown hair and an ultrawhite smile, walked through the terminal door surrounded by three large men with serious expressions. Bodyguards, their stances practically screamed. The trio scanned the area, alert for any hidden danger.

      The tallest guard had a thin, muscular build and dark skin, the middle-size one, who was still akin to a giant, was bulkier, and had more of a wrestler’s build and a crew-cut. The third was Asian, with a wiry, lean body. He winked at her as they approached and shot her a thousand-watt smile that Shey was sure worked on most women.

      She scowled her response.

      Shey Carlson was not most women.

      The prince had arrived with his entourage.

      “Your Highness?” Shey asked, though she didn’t need to. This man’s mere presence shouted royalty, just as the other three radiated come on and try something.

      “Marie Anna, you’ve…” the prince started then paused, obviously searching for something to say. “You’ve changed since we last met.”

      Shey looked down at her leather jacket.

      She couldn’t imagine Parker wearing anything like it. Not that Parker was prone to wearing a tiara and ball gown, but she wasn’t the leather-jacket type, either.

      “Since I’m not Marie Anna—who, by the way, goes by the name Parker these days—I guess change is an accurate word.” She thrust out her hand to shake. “Shey. Shey Carlson.”

      The prince ignored her gesture. He was probably more accustomed to people bowing to him and kissing his ring.

      Wait a minute, wasn’t it the higher-up clergy who expected ring-kissing?

      Did you curtsy to a prince?

      This kind of protocol had never been necessary in her lower East Side neighborhood when she was growing up. But whatever it was she was supposed to do, the handshake was the best she had to offer.

      Shey Carlson didn’t curtsy or bow to anyone, and she certainly wasn’t into ring-kissing.

      Not even for a handsome prince.

      “You’re not Marie Anna…Parker?” He scanned the crowd. “Do you mind if I inquire where my fiancée is?”

      “Ah, there is another little problem,” СКАЧАТЬ