Welcome to my stop on the blog tour for Nicole Williams’ latest, Mister Wrong! If you like your romance complicated and angsty — like I do sometimes — this one is definitely for you!
Mister Wrong by Nicole Williams
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Publication date: February 27, 2017
Format: eARC, 195 pages
How I got it: From the author
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Cora Matthews grew up with the Adams’ boys, twin brothers and best friends who wouldn’t let anything come between them—except for her. One of them became her best friend; the other, her fiancé.
She always knew she’d wind up marrying one of them, and Jacob Adams is the epitome of Mister Right. At least until he fails to show up for their wedding.
As Jacob’s best man, and identical twin, Matt makes a split-second decision that will affect the three of their lives forever—he steps in to take his brother’s place. In front of the altar, exchanging vows with the woman he’s secretly been in love with for years.
But Cora finds out about the groom swap. The morning after the wedding. As if realizing she just slept with her fiancé’s brother isn’t disturbing enough, she’s forced to confront the feelings for Matt Adams she thought she’d buried years ago.
Through the course of her real honeymoon with her fake husband, she uncovers truths both Adams brothers were hoping to keep hidden, for opposite reasons. One to protect himself, the other to protect her.
She married the wrong brother, but what if he’s been the right one all along?
I received a complimentary copy of this book for review consideration.
This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
“So?” I crossed my arms and leaned into the banister behind me. “Did you? Like my brother?”
She sighed, turning toward the open door. “Jacob . . .”
“What? It’s a fair question.” I shoved off the banister, feeling hope and heat tangling in my veins from the look on her face, from the sound of her voice. She’d felt something for me, whether it be the most passing of crushes or something much deeper. Realizing that had me feeling drunk from something other than alcohol. “Besides, you’re stuck with me now. Won’t matter what you ’fess up to.”
Cora started through the doorway. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Grabbing the suitcases, I followed her. I wasn’t letting this go. Never. Not if she threatened death or castration or anything else. “Why not?”
She broke to a sudden stop a few feet inside the room. “Because I don’t want to focus on the past. I want to concentrate on the future. That’s not going to work if you keep asking me questions about Matt.”
There was a sharpness in her voice—one she didn’t use too often. She didn’t want to keep talking about me, which only made me want to continue talking about me. I’d struck a nerve, but I wasn’t sure how deep that nerve went.
I needed to know how deep it went. I had to know. My whole life, I’d been under the impression that Cora saw me as nothing more than a good friend and substitute brother. She cared for me, but not in the same way I cared for her.
Or did she?
“This thing with Matt . . .”
Her back stiffened.
“Was it a thing? Like ancient history? Or is it still a thing?” I closed the door and wondered why I could feel my heartbeat in my eardrums.
She kept her back to me, standing in the middle of the dark room like a lone ship on a vast ocean. “I married you.”
Yeah, she did marry me.
“But if he’d made a play for you, way back before all of this”—I waved my finger between the two of us, not that she could see it—“would you have given him a chance?”
“He never made a play for me.” Her voice sounded faraway, like she was out of reach when she was less than an arm’s length away.
“That doesn’t answer my question.” I stepped closer. “If he had? Would you have?”
Her back was moving faster from her quickened breathing. This conversation was making her uncomfortable. Why was that?
“Stop, Jacob. Enough.” She spun on me, swaying in place just enough that I reached out to steady her. She shook my hand away like it was white-hot. “I’m not going to get into another fight with you over Matt. I’m done. I picked you. I married you. What else do I have to prove?”
“That you don’t—”
“I don’t love Matt!” Her arms flung out at her sides as her voice spilled across the room. ‘There. I said it. Are you happy now? Are you happy we’ve managed to get into another argument over this infatuation you’re convinced I have for your brother? On our wedding night of all times?” She glared at me with bleary eyes. I couldn’t tell if that was from tears or from alcohol. Maybe both.
“Cora, I’m sorry.” I ran my hands through my hair, wondering what in the hell I was doing—for the millionth time that day. Deceiving her, betraying her, and now accusing and angering her. Maybe I didn’t know the first fucking thing about love. Maybe Jacob knew more about it than I did, because I wasn’t sure love was supposed to hurt as badly as this did.
“Just . . . enough already.” As she shouldered past me, I reached for her, but she shook me off. “I need to be alone.”
She slammed the front door behind her a moment later, leaving me alone with my idiocy.
“Cora,” I called to an empty room. I wasn’t thinking when I rushed toward the door after her. “Cora!”
The moment I pulled the door open, something crashed into me. It made a sharp breath rush out of my mouth as I staggered back a few steps.
My arms barely had time to wrap around her before Cora’s mouth was on mine, moving in such a way that made staying upright next to impossible. Before I had a chance to catch up to the fact that I was kissing Cora in an entirely different way than we’d kissed at the wedding and reception, her fingers were working at my belt. Quickly.
I didn’t know she’d already gotten it undone before she’d moved on to my zipper. The sounds she was making as she kissed me, the way her body felt aligned against mine, the way her mouth knew the intricate balance of submission and domination . . . one moment at a time, Cora was crushing the last remnants of my resolve. Destroying the final pieces of my views of right and wrong.
My goodness, y’all, this book. You know those books that have you totally conflicted, yet you just can’t put down? This was one of those. I read it cover to cover in literally one sitting. I don’t think I stopped reading at all once I started. These characters, this storyline… THAT addictive.
I love a good angsty romance… sometimes. I guess I really was in the mood for one, because this one was pretty much exactly what I wanted when I read it. What a ride it was! I really liked Cora. It was easy to see how torn she was between the two brothers, despite having agreed to marry one of them. It’s also understandable that this was an issue with Jacob, her fiancé. Fortunately, I didn’t give one good solid damn about anything Jacob thought, so it was easy enough to move past that. He infuriated me. Like, damn near shaking with rage levels of anger. I kept wondering how on earth Cora had been willing to give up a guy as sweet and swoony as Matt in favor of Jacob the jerk. It all became very clear later and I wasn’t even one bit surprised. But, I digress. I don’t want to give too much away, so I’ll stop now.
Matt was amazing. I mean, there was that tiny little thing of him marrying his brother’s fiancée, which was kinda creepy… but I understand why he did it and it was also sweet. I’ll just consider his action a kickstart towards the relationship that should’ve been all along. And what’s even better about it is that is not at all what he intended. He legit was the good guy. The best guy. Definitely not “Mister Wrong” … more like “Mister Just Right,” in my opinion. 🙂
Mister Wrong was a great, solid read. It had (a good bit of) angst, sweet and sexy times, and good character development. I love Nicole’s books. This one was no exception.
He kissed me like we’d been lovers in hundreds of lifetimes before this one, like he wouldn’t rest until he found me in a hundred more lifetimes in the future.
“Make me work for it, Cora. Don’t make it easy. Make it so fucking hard I feel like I just might die if I don’t get to be with you.”
Cora Matthews was my weakness. My addiction. Everything I wanted and everything I had to let go of.
Have you read any of Nicole’s books?
Have a favorite?
What are some your other favorite angsty romances?