Title: Mister Wrong
Author: Nicole Williams
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: 26th February, 2017
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?
★ ★ ★ ★
Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse
Goodness me! There’s never a dull moment in this standalone! What grabbed me from the first instance was how I was led to believe complications would get better, not worse! Ms Williams has been very adventurous, very brave and I can’t say I’ll be in the least surprised if a few feathers are ruffled. Mine most definitely weren’t in this love triangle with a difference! The storyline is as such that I was not only beguiled by it, but I also couldn’t wait to see how the leading male protagonist would deal with his hmm… wrong doings. Now I’m not being exactly fair to him because his intentions are honest until everything goes haywire. Make sure you’re free from interruptions because if the same thing which happened to me, happens to you, you won’t be able to put this book down.
“My best intentions went a little—a lot—off course.”
From the word go, the pace is really fast and if in one scenario my heart was racing nine to the dozen, in others to come I was being thrown into an emotional turmoil. I screamed out loud at Cora’s positive reaction at the beginning of the story and couldn’t help but wonder whether she’d tried hard enough to decipher her niggling doubts about her future with the man she loved. But then again, the author cleverly painted a picture on par with a Shakespearean tragedy! Although Cora drove me around the bend many a time with her dilly-dallying, I really took to her. The two men in her life she knows well. Knows they’re like chalk and cheese, yet I still thought she’d made the wrong choice. Ah, did one of the brothers make the wrong choice, too? Unless you pick the book up, you won’t find out how numerous happenings influence future decisions.
“Looking back, I know I made the wrong choice,”
Matt is gorgeous. He’s the boy next door and far too good for his own good. On the other hand, his twin brother, Jacob, is too smart and thinks he can pull the wool over everyone’s eyes. He’s been getting away with his shenanigans since a youngster until a spanner is thrown into the works and for once, things don’t work out the way he expected. Ooh boy, did this guy rattle my cage! Here I have to mention the author’s character development which is second to none. Matt and Jacob might be twins but they are not at all alike. Matt is a do-gooder and puts others before himself regardless of his feelings. And he’s been doing just that for years! Jacob’s obnoxious, crude and thinks of no-one except himself.
“I am completely unperfect.”
“I’m not used to you not taking a compliment and being so modest. That’s more your brother’s style.”
What really got my back up was none of them came clean. Just when I thought they were going to spill the beans, bam… something cropped up. It didn’t matter how I looked at it; they’d either been lying to themselves or lying to one another and lacked the courage to at least try and make it right. The author has drawn the plot out in such a way the reader doesn’t have a clue what the outcome’s going to be till nearly the ending, and I have to say this detail was excellently done. She gave me every reason to read the book from the first page to last without stopping.
“You can’t make an idiot out of someone when they’re already on. And that’s been my birthright from the very start. Sorry.”
The underlying cause for the two leading characters’ repressed feelings is saddening. My only wish was for them was to have a happy ending as they both deserved it after so much confusion and suffering. Narrated from both their points of view in past tense, it’s hotter than hot and intensely impassioned. Saying that, Maggie’s humour lightened up the conflict between two people who needed her guidance. She’d been standing on the sidelines for too long and decides to takes things into her own hands. I’m convinced her no-nonsense approach when giving advice saved the day.
“Maggie. . .”
“Don’t lie to me. You can lie to her. Your brother. Yourself. But you better not even think about lying to me, because I will call you out so fast your head will spin.”
The author’s stellar-writing-style is emotionally charged and regardless of the complexity of the topic, nothing less than engrossing. And although I didn’t miss the prologue, I truly would have liked an epilogue which for me, would have rounded up their story to perfection. Nevertheless, I’m so glad I read this book and wouldn’t think twice about recommending it. Bravo Ms Williams!
“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.