I’m tired of men that only want one night stands or blind dates that are nothing but awkward and uncomfortable. I’m tired of avoiding inappropriate text messages and the constant disappointment of always meeting Mr. Wrong.
After all these years of dates that lead nowhere, I can admit that it’s me. I’m the problem. I’m shy and picky and cursed. Definitely cursed.
So I’ve decided two things.
The first? I’m giving up dating and relationships and men in general. Maybe, possibly, forever.
The second? I’m going to have to try harder to avoid Ezra Baptiste.
If I couldn’t hack it in the kiddy pool of dating, I certainly can’t swim in his deep end. He’s too successful.
Too intense. He’s all man when I’m used to nothing but boys pretending to be grownups. He’s everything I’m afraid to want and so far out of my league we might as well be different species entirely.
So he’ll need to find a different artist to paint his mural. And a different graphic designer to help him with his website. He’ll need to find someone else to glare at and flirt with and kiss.
It can’t be me.
We’re too different.
Acknowledgments
To my God who is sovereign and merciful and self-sufficient. You don’t need my gratitude but you have it.
Thank you for this gift and for this crazy, beautiful life and for loving me so much more than I deserve.
To Zach, thank you for every single thing. This book couldn’t have happened without you. You are my favorite human.
I love you and your beard.
To my kids, thank you for keeping our lives so interesting. Thank you for making me pick up my head and pay attention. I love you more than the sun and the moon and the stars in the sky.
To my mom, thank you for being the strongest woman I know. You love deeper than anyone. You believe deeper than anyone. You forgive deeper. You live deeper. Basically, you’re my hero.
To Lindsay, you’re welcome for all the F words! I’ll just never be able to read this book out loud. Ha!
To Lenore, my dearest beta. I love you, sweet friend. Thank you for always offering your smart edits, your awesome encouragement, for getting my sense of humor and for being so freaking awesome.
To Katie, Tiffany and Sarah Jo, thank you for earrings and cheesecake and laughing until it hurts. #dingledangle
To Samantha Young, Georgia Cates, Amy Bartol and Shelly Crane, thank you for friendship and advice and so much understanding. I love you girls to pieces. And without you there wouldn’t be words or sanity or ads.
To Caedus Design Co. thank you for the amazing cover. You’re a genius. That’s a fact.
To Amy Donnelly of Alchemy and Words, thank you for your patience and expertise. Thank you for putting up with my rambling emails and unfinished projects and forgetfulness. I have so much fun working with you. I don’t just love you as an editor, I love you as a friend.
To the Rebel Panel, thank you for unending support. Even when I disappear and quit social media and have a baby.
You are incredible, beautiful women and I am so blessed to have you in my life.
To all of the bloggers that helped so very much with this release. Thank you for spending your time with Vera and Killian. Thank you for supporting The Opposite of You and for being just incredibly amazing! You are so very appreciated.
And to the reader, thank you for taking a chance on The Opposite of You! And these characters that mean so much to me! I wouldn’t be an author without you! I am so grateful for every book you pick up and every review you leave.
About the Author
Rachel Higginson was born and raised in Nebraska, but spent her college years traveling the world. She fell in love with Eastern Europe, Paris, Indian Food and the beautiful beaches of Sri Lanka, but came back home to marry her high school sweetheart. Now she spends her days raising their growing family. She is obsessed with reruns of The Office and Cherry Coke.
Look for The Difference Between Us coming July, 2017!
Other Books Out Now by Rachel Higginson:
Love and Decay, Season One
Volume One
Volume Two
Love and Decay, Season Two
Volume Three
Volume Four
Volume Five
Love and Decay, Season Three
Volume Six
Volume Seven
Volume Eight
Love and Decay: Revolution, Season One
Volume One
Volume Two
The Star-Crossed Series
Reckless Magic (The Star-Crossed Series, Book 1) Hopeless Magic (The Star-Crossed Series, Book 2) Fearless Magic (The Star-Crossed Series, Book 3) Endless Magic (The Star-Crossed Series, Book 4) The Reluctant King (The Star-Crossed Series, Book 5) The Relentless Warrior (The Star-Crossed Series, Book 6) Breathless Magic (The Star-Crossed Series, Book 6.5) Fateful Magic (The Star-Crossed Series, Book 6.75) The Redeemable Prince (The Star-Crossed Series, Book 7)
The Starbright Series
Heir of Skies (The Starbright Series, Book 1)
Heir of Darkness (The Starbright Series, Book 2)
Heir of Secrets (The Starbright Series, Book 3)
The Siren Series
The Rush (The Siren Series, Book 1)
The Fall (The Siren Series, Book 2)
The Heart (The Siren Series, Book 3)
Bet on Love Series
Bet on Us (An NA Contemporary Romance)
Bet on Me (An NA Contemporary Romance)
Every Wrong Reason
The Five Stages of Falling in Love
Connect with Rachel on her blog at: http://www.rachelhigginson.com/
Or on Twitter:
@mywritesdntbite
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Keep reading for an excerpt from Rachel’s second chance romance, Every Wrong Reason.
Please enjoy an excerpt from Every Wrong Reason, a second chance adult romance.
Prologue
1. He is the most selfish person I know.
2. I would be happier without him.
3. He can’t take a shower without leaving water everywhere.
4. If I have to clean up his toothpaste smears one more time I’m going to go insane.
5. How hard is it to put the milk away?
6. I don’t love him anymore.
7. We were never right for each other.
How did we get here?
Again?
I just wanted to go to bed. I had the most obnoxious day of my freaking life and all I wanted to do was come home, take the longest, hottest shower in the history of showers and face plant into my pillows.
Instead, it’s three o’clock in the morning and I have a migraine the size of the moon. Goddamn it.
“This isn’t about the water all over the bathroom floor, Nick. God, honestly! It’s about the principal of the water all over the bathroom floor!”
“Are you kidding me? What the hell does that even mean?” His handsome face contorted with frustration. He wouldn’t even look at me.
I thought back and tried to remember the last time he looked at me, really looked at me, and couldn’t remember. When was the last time he saw me? When was the last time we hadn’t been fighting long enough for his clear blue eyes to look into mine and make a real connection?
It had been years.
Maybe he had never seen me.