by Holly Jacobs
“You’ll have to admit that the night we met neither of us was particularly cautious.”
Some emotion the prince couldn’t quite identify passed over Cara’s face as she nodded.
“I guess you could say that.”
“About that night, I’d like to—”
“Sorry, Michael. No time to reminisce. I’ve got to plan these weddings and there’re only a few weeks left.”
“We’re going to have to talk.”
“I don’t see why. It was a passing fling. A one-night stand. There’s nothing to talk about or analyze. It was over almost before it started. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to freshen up before my next meeting.”
This time Michael took the hint.
Cara looked pale and a bit shaky and he didn’t want to upset her further.
“Fine, I’ll let it go for now. But you’re here at the palace for these next few weeks, cara mia. You won’t be able to run from me forever.”
Dear Reader,
To me, September is the cruelest month. One minute it feels like just another glorious summer day. And then almost overnight the days become shorter and life just hits. It’s no different for this month’s heroes and heroines. Because they all get their own very special “September moment” when they discover a secret that will change their lives forever!
Judy Christenberry once again heads up this month with The Texan’s Tiny Dilemma (#1782)—the next installment in her LONE STAR BRIDES miniseries. A handsome accountant must suddenly figure out how to factor love into the equation when a one-night stand results in twins. Seth Bryant gets his wake-up call when a very pregnant princess shows up on his doorstep in Prince Baby (#1783), which continues Susan Meier’s BRYANT BABY BONANZA. Jill Limber assures us that The Sheriff Wins a Wife (#1784) in the continuing BLOSSOM COUNTY FAIR continuity, but how will this lawman react to the news that he’s still married to a woman who left town eight years ago! Holly Jacobs rounds out the month with her next PERRY SQUARE: THE ROYAL INVASION! title. In Once Upon a King (#1785), baby seems to come before love and marriage for a future king.
And be sure to watch for more great romances next month when bestselling author Myrna Mackenzie launches our new SHAKESPEARE IN LOVE miniseries.
Happy reading,
Ann Leslie Tuttle
Associate Senior Editor
Once Upon a King
Holly Jacobs
This one’s for Haley. I hope you’ll always find the magic in books!
You’re such an amazing young woman!
For Dr. Baxter and Carolyn Flear…there’s no Philharmonic
or bowling here, but still, thanks for the inspiration!
And for Peter…hope you’ve enjoyed the series!
Finally, for Dort. You had the biggest heart and
such a gift for blarney. We all miss you every day.
Books by Holly Jacobs
Silhouette Romance
*Do You Hear What I Hear? #1557
*A Day Late and a Bride Short #1653
*Dad Today, Groom Tomorrow #1683
*Be My Baby #1733
†Once Upon a Princess #1768
†Once Upon a Prince #1777
†Once Upon a King #1785
HOLLY JACOBS
can’t remember a time when she didn’t read…and read a lot. Writing her own stories just seemed a natural outgrowth of that love. Reading, writing, chauffeuring kids to and from activities makes for a busy life. But it’s one she wouldn’t trade for any other.
Holly lives in Erie, Pennsylvania, with her husband, four children and a 180-pound Old English mastiff. In her “spare” time, Holly loves hearing from her fans. You can write to her at P.O. Box 11102, Erie, PA 16514-1102 or visit her Web site at www.HollyJacobs.com.
Dear Reader,
When I brought royalty to Perry Square and planned a trilogy, I knew I wanted Cara’s story to be last. Of the three friends who make up PERRY SQUARE: THE ROYAL INVASION!, Cara’s the true center of the trio. And as a tried-and-true bookworm, she’s a woman after my own heart. She believes in love and has cheered on Parker and Shey in Once Upon a Princess and Once Upon a Prince. Now it’s her turn to take a journey of the heart as she leaves Perry Square to travel to Eliason to plan Parker and Shey’s secret double wedding. There she meets her own Prince Charming. Well, not exactly meets. You see, one night, three months ago she found, then lost, the man of her dreams. But Cara never imagined her mysterious Prince Charming was in fact a prince!
Perry Square’s going on the road…going international! I hope you enjoy the trip and this final book in my Perry Square royalty trilogy!
Enjoy!
Holly
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Epilogue
Prologue
Cara Phillips looked out the window of the plane as it made its approach to Eliason, a small European country that most of the world overlooked.
But to Cara, Eliason was magical.
A real-life kingdom.
For a minute she wondered what it would be like to know an entire land was yours…your responsibility, handed down generation after generation. To protect, to guide, to cherish.
Cara’s best friend, Parker Dillon, had been born here. Parker was a princess. Princess Marie Anna Parker Mickovich Dillonetti of Eliason.
But Parker had traded away her legacy and chased after her dreams…dreams that had led her to Perry Square in Erie, Pennsylvania, and to Jace O’Donnell, the man she was going to marry in just a month.
Four short weeks.
Their friend Shey Carlson and her fiancé, Tanner Ericson, were going to be married as well.
A double ceremony.
Cara’s romantic heart gave a small twist.
Truly, Parker and Shey’s romances were more than sigh-worthy.
Shey hadn’t been looking for love. Especially not with a prince. Prince Eduardo Matthew Tanner Ericson of Amar had come to Erie to claim his bride—Parker. But instead he’d claimed Shey’s heart.
Shey was rock hard on the outside, but that was just a veneer. On the inside she was caring, concerned and so deserved having a prince.
Cara sighed again. It was all so wonderful.
Her two best friends had found their other halves, men whom they loved and were willing to commit their lives to.
Once upon a time, Cara had thought she’d find a similar path.
For one brief moment three months ago, she thought she had.
Mike King.
He’d appeared in her life, bringing with him a whirlwind of emotion and hope…hope that she’d found what she’d been looking for. But he’d disappeared, leaving behind a longing for what-might-have-been.
She’d had just one night, one special night when she’d believed all her fantasies could come true. On that night she’d believed in love at first sight and happily-ever-after.
Then it was morning and Mike was gone. In the light of day, Cara had awoken to the reality with a thud.
She and Mike had been just a hazy dream, a misty longing she had thought could grow into something solid. But, like a mist, the morning sun had burned her dream of him away. All she had left was a memory of the dark-haired man whose deep blue eyes had seemed to touch her soul, and the knowledge she’d deceived herself into thinking he’d felt a connection, too.
But he’d left her something tangible. Something solid and oh-so-real.
The plane touched down and Cara allowed herself one last wis
tful sigh.
She was going to see to it that Parker and Shey and their grooms had the most perfect fairy-tale wedding ever.
They’d have someone to love forever.
And in the end, so would Cara.
Not Mike King. He had come and gone. No, she was going to have a real someone.
She was going to have Mike’s baby.
One
“Michael, stop your pacing. You look like a nervous bride on her wedding night rather than a commanding prince of the land.”
Try as he might, Michael couldn’t help but smile. “A bride, Marstel? You couldn’t at least have said bridegroom?”
“A figure of speech,” Marstel Marriott said with a smile.
Michael gave his childhood friend a lot more latitude than most employees had. As Michael’s personal assistant and right-hand man, Marstel was privy to many things, but as a lifelong friend, he knew even more.
All joking aside, Marstel suddenly looked serious. “Just take a deep breath and settle down.”
“Settle down?” Michael raked his fingers through his dark hair in utter frustration.
“Settle down?” he repeated. “I shouldn’t be here playing host to my sister’s friend. I shouldn’t be playing surrogate wedding planner.” His sister, Parker, was getting married soon and was sending her friend ahead to help finalize the plans. “I should be back in Erie, looking for her.”
Her.
He didn’t even know her name.
Cara mia, he’d called her.
He remembered the way she’d smiled when he’d murmured the endearment in her ear the first time.
Cara mia.
That’s how he thought of her.
A chance meeting, a brief tryst…she’d altered the very fabric of his life.
“I should be out there looking for her, instead of chauffeuring around this Cara.”
Just saying the woman’s name grated on him, multiplying his level of frustration.
A Cara, but not his cara mia.
“Your soon-to-be brother-in-law has been looking for your mystery woman, but without a name…” Marstel let the rest of the sentence trail off.
He didn’t need to finish it.
Michael understood that the odds were stacked against him. That night, she’d simply been cara mia. He’d planned to find out her real name in the light of day, but hadn’t wanted to ruin the spell of that night. But in the morning she was gone. And without a name his chances of finding her were slim.
Erie, Pennsylvania, wasn’t a huge city, but finding one unnamed woman in a city of one hundred thousand people was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
More than one hundred thousand people.
Michael had looked up the number online.
He was a firm believer in facing the odds, in looking obstacles square in the face…103,717 according to the last census figures.
And that didn’t even take into account the outlying communities. He’d researched that as well. Mill-creek, North East, Wesleyville, Harborcreek, Girard, Fairview…she could be in any one of those townships that surrounded Erie.
Somewhere among all those people was his cara mia.
As soon as the double wedding was over, he was going back to Erie and find her himself, even if he knew it would be like looking for that proverbial needle in the haystack.
Michael knew in his gut that, despite the odds, their one night together couldn’t be the end of it. That it wasn’t all they would ever have.
He’d known the minute he’d seen her that she was it for him. At that first combustible meeting, he’d been too consumed by feelings to ask the questions that had needed asking. And once he’d had rational thinking return, she was already gone.
He’d let her slip from his fingers. And because he was on a diplomatic mission, he’d had only a few hours to search for her. A search that had proved futile.
As soon as he’d taken care of this last duty, he was going back, and he wouldn’t leave Erie, Pennsylvania, until he’d found her.
Michael wasn’t some hopeless romantic who fell in love at the drop of a hat. But the moment he bumped into her on the street he’d known in his gut that she was it. She was the one.
His father had found his mother in such a lightning-strike manner—found her in Erie as well, as a matter of fact. And his sister Parker had done the same when she’d fallen for the man their father had hired to find out why she wouldn’t come home. Jace O’Donnell, a private detective.
Love at first sight.
He’d doubted it could happen. He hadn’t been able to believe in that type of love even though he was the product of such a union. Michael was the type of man who needed more than someone else’s say-so for it to be true.
So he hadn’t believed…until it had happened to him.
And every day he delayed finding her was one day too many.
One more month and he’d go after her. As soon as he’d honored his obligation to his family, to his sister, Parker, he was going back to Erie and he wouldn’t come home without his cara mia.
“They’re here,” Marstel announced.
The plane drew closer to the runway and touched down lightly.
Most people had to wait at luggage claim to greet the travelers. So much in the world had changed in recent years, even here in Eliason. There were new rules and restrictions designed to make air travel safer. But there were a few perks to being a prince.
Very few.
Michael and Marstel stood in the security doorway and watched as the passengers began to deplane.
Families.
Businessmen and women.
About a dozen people had come out of the doorway when he saw her.
He sucked in his breath, sure he was hallucinating.
“Michael, are you all right?” Marstel asked, concern in his voice.
“Her,” he murmured, studying the woman. “It’s her. Cara mia.”
“Your mystery woman?”
Three months ago, on his trip to Perry Square, Michael was supposed to have convinced his sister to come home. He could have told his father that there was no convincing Parker of anything when her mind was made up.
When he’d gotten to Erie, he’d found it wasn’t just her mind that was made up, but her heart was as well. He’d seen how she’d looked when she spoke of Jace O’Donnell and he’d known that even though she might come home to visit, Parker’s future was no longer in Eliason.
He’d had to leave before he’d met her friends. One friend, Shey Carlson, was marrying Tanner Ericson, the prince of neighboring Amar.
And then there was Parker’s other friend, Cara Phillips.
Cara who was coming to arrange a small, private wedding ceremony for her two friends. A celebration for just family and those closest to both couples. Later there would be a more public celebration for both couples, but in one month, they’d have a secret, double ceremony.
Cara Phillips was here to help plan it.
Parker and Shey wouldn’t arrive until the last minute, hoping to keep the paparazzi off the scent of what would eventually be a very big story.
It all made sense.
He’d met his mystery woman, his cara mia, in the park across from the shops his sister owned with her two friends. Parker’s friend Cara would have been in that area frequently.
And the way his mystery woman had laughed when he’d called her cara mia.
Cara Phillips.
He’d known her name without knowing he’d known it. Just another indication that he was right—that this woman was his destiny.
And now she’d come to him.
What more proof did he need?
“Michael?” Marstel asked, concern still filling his voice.
“It’s fine. Everything’s fine now,” he assured his friend.
Everything was fine.
He didn’t have to find his cara mia.
She’d found him.
Cara got off the plane and breathed deeply. Parker used to say no
place smelled quite the same as Eliason.
Maybe she was right. But at the moment, all Cara could smell was the plane’s fuel. It made her stomach move a bit south of where it belonged.
She forced herself to ignore the feeling. She didn’t have time to be ill. She was about to meet Parker’s family—to meet royalty.
She shouldn’t be nervous. After all, Parker was royal. Tanner was royal. And with their marriages, even Jace and Shey would be royal.
Through her years of friendship with Parker, Cara had learned that royalty wasn’t always all it was cracked up to be. As a teen, Parker had been tabloid fodder, hounded and exploited. But through all of it, she’d had the support of her parents. Two people who put their family before their royal duties. And despite wishing their daughter was coming home to stay, they put her happiness first as well.
They’d always sounded wonderful to Cara, which was why she refused to be nervous about meeting Parker’s very royal family and staying in an honest-to-goodness castle. Parker had shown her pictures, and Cara had memorized them. Not really a moat-and-turret sort of castle. It looked more like a huge, gigantic mansion. Gray stone, ornate gardens and one small tower off the west wing.
Parker said she’d never visited all the rooms.
Cara wondered if she could manage it during her month-long visit.
Probably not. She had her work cut out for her. She was here to be a voice, to see to it the double wedding didn’t become a sideshow, that it remained the small intimate ceremony her two best friends envisioned.
She was a woman on a mission. There was no time for exploring. And there was certainly no room to be nervous, she warned the butterflies in her stomach. After all, if she wanted to be nervous about something, she had bigger worries ahead of her.
She walked off the ramp and scanned the area, looking for someone who looked like they were looking for someone they didn’t know. She wasn’t sure who was picking her up. Parker just said someone would meet her.
She hefted her carry-on over her shoulder and started following the crowd.
“Cara mia,” came a voice from behind her.
