Blog Tour: Mister Wrong by Nicole Williams
Cora Matthews grew up with the Adams
boys, twin brothers and best friends who wouldn’t let anything come
between them except for one thing—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 very epitome of
Mister Right. At least he is up until he fails to show up for their
wedding day. Not that Cora realizes it. At first.
As Jacob’s
best man, and identical twin, Matt makes a split second decision, but
one 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.
Cora
eventually finds out about the groom swap. The morning after the
wedding. As if realizing she just slept with her fiance’s brother
wasn’t disturbing enough, she’s forced to confront her feelings
for Matt Adams she thought she’d buried years ago.
Matt’s
wrong for her. In every way. But through the course of her real
honeymoon with her fake husband, she starts to uncover 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?
“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.
Nicole Williams is the New York Times
and USATODAY bestselling author of contemporary and young adult
romance, including the Crash and Lost & Found series. Her books
have been published by HarperTeen and Simon & Schuster in both
domestic and foreign markets, while she continues to self-publish
additional titles. She is working on a new YA series with Crown Books
(a division of Random House) as well. She loves romance, from the
sweet to the steamy, and writes stories about characters in search of
their happily even after. She grew up surrounded by books and plans
on writing until the day she dies, even if it’s just for her own
personal enjoyment. She still buys paperbacks because she’s all
nostalgic like that, but her kindle never goes neglected for too
long. When not writing, she spends her time with her husband and
daughter, and whatever time’s left over she’s forced to fit too
many hobbies into too little time.
Nicole is represented by Jane Dystel,
of Dystel and Goderich Literary Agency.
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