The Right Mr. Wrong
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Authors: Natalie Anderson
“Will you marry me?”
Isn’t that the question every girl dreams of hearing? Victoria certainly used to think so. And safe, steady Oliver seemed perfect husband material. But that was until she met Liam, his rebellious, scorchingly hot best friend. Suddenly Victoria’s feeling things—crazy lust-fueled things!—she’s never felt before. But for the wrong guy… Then Oliver goes down on one knee, and it’s decision time—head or hormones?
Victoria’s about to discover the truth about guys like Liam—once you go bad you never go back!
SNEAK PEEK EXCERPT FROM
The Right Mr. Wrong
“I’m going to take my time and I’m going to savor every second I have. Don’t plan on sleeping any tonight.”
Oh.
He didn’t take his eyes off her and she couldn’t drag hers away, not when his eyes were deepening so quickly—and inviting. “Is that a problem?”
She shook her head, unable to make a sound.
His hands loosened on her wrists. One finger ran up her arm while with his other hand he cupped her jaw. “Why have you changed your mind?”
“I think I was wrong and you were right,” she whispered. “This is…passion.” She chose her word carefully. “And I think it needs to be dealt with.”
“You think you can deal with me?”
That old arrogance brought back her smile. “I think for one night. Yes. I can deal with you.” She had to.
Dear Reader,
I’m so thrilled you have this book, my first Harlequin KISS novel, in your hands! I’m super excited to be part of Harlequin’s newest series. I love fun, sassy stories with style, spark and a whole lot of emotion! I hope you do, too.
In this book I was very intrigued by the idea of “what if”—especially in relation to those in-the-blink-of-an-eye decisions that go on to have a profound impact on the rest of our lives. What if you had said yes to that invitation, or in this case that proposal? What if you had said no? When I think back to how my own romance played out, I realize there were definite “turning point” decisions.
So what if we made the “wrong” decision—might fate offer the chance to try again? In this book I decided to explore exactly that. But although fate might offer us a second chance, I think it is still the decisions we make as individuals that determine whether or not something is going to go the distance.
So what decision does my heroine Victoria make in this book? How does Liam react? I hope you’ll read on to find out!
I loved writing Victoria and Liam’s story and playing at fate, and I really hope you enjoy reading it as much as I’ve loved writing it for you.
With very best wishes,
Natalie
The Right
Mr. Wrong
Natalie Anderson
About Natalie Anderson
Natalie adores a happy ending, which is why she always reads
the back of a book first. Just to be sure. So you can be sure you have a happy
ending in your hands right now—because she promises nothing less. Along with
happy endings, she loves peppermint-filled dark chocolate, pineapple juice and
extremely long showers. Not to mention spending hours teasing her imaginary
friends with dating dilemmas. She tends to torment them before eventually
relenting and offering—you guessed it—a happy ending. She lives in Christchurch,
New Zealand, with her gorgeous husband and four fabulous children.
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For Dave. Always.
THE RIGHT MR. WRONG
Natalie Anderson
PROLOGUE
Christmas Day, five years earlier.
They were almost
all there. Her parents. Oliver’s family. Oliver’s friends. The only one missing was Stella, her rebel sister, whose name hadn’t been mentioned once in the four years since she’d left.
Victoria Rutherford looked at the pile of presents under the tree. There wouldn’t be one for Stella, of course, but she hoped there was at least one for Oliver’s friend. She stepped closer, scanning the tags for his name.
Liam.
She really shouldn’t worry about it. He was Oliver’s friend, Oliver’s guest. Of course his parents would be polite enough to have something for the guy who’d only arrived in England this week.
‘You’re not going to start shaking the boxes, are you?’ a low voice murmured behind her.
She started, a smile irresistibly springing to her lips. It shouldn’t. It really shouldn’t. But he made her laugh with his comments—even just the wry expression he could shoot from his way-too-warm eyes. She’d had to stifle shivers when he’d looked at her in a way he shouldn’t. Not that he did now.
Unfortunately he’d looked at her that way the first moment they’d met—when he’d not known who she was. She was still trying to get over the embarrassment of him coming across her in the guest bathroom wrapped in nothing but a towel. He’d had clothes on but that hadn’t stopped her from noticing things she really had no business noticing.
‘Your streamers look awesome, by the way,’ Liam added.
‘Thanks.’ She’d stayed up way too late the other night to finish them. With a not-so-little helper.
She swallowed, suppressing the memory of the moment just before she’d taken herself to her small guest bedroom super quick.
Nothing
had happened. She had nothing to feel guilty about. And yet.
He was her boyfriend’s best friend. A guest in her boyfriend’s home for Christmas. The
last
person she should look at.
As everyone gathered around for the present sharing there were the usual joke gifts, a tradition in Oliver’s family, as well as the ‘proper’ gifts. And the gifts for guests—including Liam.
And then there was only one little box left. She figured it was one for Oliver’s mum. In the lull and under the cover of various conversations, she couldn’t help a quick glance at Liam. Massive mistake because he gave her a quick flick of his eyebrows from over his new ugly knitted Christmas jersey.
She turned away, biting back her giggle.
‘I think this might be for you.’
Victoria jumped as Oliver suddenly appeared in front of her.
‘You’ve already given me a present.’ Victoria blinked, taking a minute to pull back from the dangerous place her mind had wandered to.
Then she saw Oliver was on his knee in front of her. Why was he on his knee? His blue eyes were dancing and everyone around them had fallen silent.
‘Victoria, you know how much I love you.’
She smiled, but inside she was stunned. Was this—? No way was Oliver about to—
‘Will you marry me?’
Victoria stared at him. Somehow she kept the smile on her lips.
Oliver, her first boyfriend, who she knew and trusted. And here, in front of her parents, his parents and—
‘Victoria?’ Liam interrupted.
OMG
. Don’t look at him. Don’t.
She couldn’t resist.
His eyes were fixed on her. His too-warm, gold-flecked intense eyes staring right through her as if he could read her every thought. Every doubt.
Every desire.
‘Do you mind?’ Oliver sounded more stunned at the interruption than annoyed. ‘I’m asking her a question.’
But Victoria’s eyes were locked on Liam. She should look away, but she couldn’t. She sensed restlessness ripple through the people surrounding them.
Her parents
. Any second now someone else would speak. Would question.
Oliver cleared his throat. Oliver, the one perfect for her, who had their future mapped out. She couldn’t hurt him, embarrass him. Him or any of them.
‘Victoria?’ Oliver said. Now he sounded slightly annoyed.
Victoria immediately, mutely, looked back to Oliver, the guy right before her. She smiled—automatically soothing because that was what she did. And she wanted to because she loved Oliver, right? She wanted everything that he wanted—what they all wanted and expected—didn’t she?
Oliver smiled back. And as she sat flushed, yet frozen, he repeated the question.
‘Will you marry me?’