Published by Self-Published on February 27th 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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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?
Q&A by Liezel & Angie:
What are your thoughts about love triangles in romance?
Liezel: Normally, I avoid love triangle at all costs because this is something that I despise in real life. But Nicole Williams is one of my favorite authors and I was curious to know how she would spin this and of course, I was NOT disappointed!
Angie: I don’t mind them as long as they’re done tactfully and Mr. Wrong was definitely written with tact. I didn’t expect anything less from Nicole though.
What did you love and hate about these characters?
Liezel: The person that stood out for me among these characters was Matt. I loved how selfless he was. He had this boundless amount of love for Cora that he would have done anything to make her happy even if it was heartbreaking for him. I too had a love/hate relationship with Cora. There were multiple times that I wanted to say “put your big girl panties on”, her indecisiveness sure did keep the story interesting, though. As for Jacob, he was annoying! Disliked the guy with a passion and this is why I would love for Nicole to write his story.
Angie: I had a love/hate relationship with each of them. I loved Cora at times when she was being strong and so sure of herself and then I hated her when she was being indecisive. I hated Jacob the majority of the book until the very end and I kinda only liked him a little. I loved Matt a lot. I felt bad for him but also what I loved about him drove me crazy. It all boils down to one thing, if there was an open form of communication then all would be right but then we wouldn’t have a book. 😉 I absolutely loved Maggie!!
Is there something you would have changed about the story?
Liezel: I wish there was a second book. Please? Nicole ( I’m begging) =) The one guy was a complete douche but even so I still would want him to get his HEA and to meet his match so to speak. I am certain that Nicole can make us fall in love with this character too!
Angie: There are many signs of abuse. Verbal abuse and signs of ownership, wanting to have complete control over that person, to putting your hands on that person as in boxing them in not to letting them escape and grabbing their wrists then when they jerk free, making them fall and hurt themselves. I wish the issue of abuse wasn’t glossed over. I wish Cora would’ve stood up and said enough was enough. I know that’s easier said than done in real life but in the book, I wish she was stronger and Nicole would’ve addressed it.
Was there a lesson to be learned from Mister Wrong?
Liezel: A few actually – but the one that spoke to me the most was DON’T SETTLE. All that wasted time! But in the end, it seemed as if it was all for the best. They came out better and stronger and definitely proved to us that the couple possessed what was needed for a long and lasting relationship.
Angie: I agree with Liezel but also listen to your heart and what your gut tells you. Don’t be a Stepford wife.
Would you recommend this book?
Liezel: Absolutely, I have yet to be disappointed by anything written by Nicole Williams. I thought the way she spun this love-triangle was intriguing. I loved that it ended with a great happily ever after and I’m hoping for the same for the “other” brother. Hint* hint*
Angie: I’m with Liezel 100%. I’m in love with Nicole’s writing and her books speaks volumes. She did an excellent job with Mr. Wrong on a subject that is taboo is for most.
“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.