We’d vowed to love each other ‘til death do us part…
Praise for New York Times Bestselling Author Kristan Higgins:
“Romance novels (and love, arguably) are about the journey, not the destination, and Higgins offers readers a journey filled with tears and laughter and the best kind of sighs, proving she only gets better with each book.” — The New York Times
“There is, perhaps, no author who captures the strange simplicity of romance better than Kristan Higgins.” — The Washington Post
“No other author manages to make us cry quite so achingly and laugh quite so hard.” — NPR
“Screamingly funny scenes and dialogue.” — USA TODAY
“Higgins keeps the audience flipping through pages as quickly as possible, but it is her spot-on ability to make her characters at once funny, authentic and vulnerable…that is her true genius.” — Kirkus
ON SECOND THOUGHT on sale: February 2017
New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Kristan Higgins’s new novel ON SECOND THOUGHT is a moving and emotionally raw tale of two sisters struggling to rebuild their lives in the wake of heartbreak.
Thirty-nine-year-old Kate has almost given up on dreams of love and motherhood when she meets Nathan—a man who is almost too good to be true—and marries him after a whirlwind romance. But before the blush of newly wedded bliss has had a chance to wear off, Nathan dies unexpectedly in a freak accident, and a shattered Kate finds herself more alone than ever before.
Barely a bride and now suddenly a widow, Kate must reckon with survivor’s guilt and the revelation of her late husband’s secrets while confronting her own fears and hopes for the future. In the midst of Kate’s grief, her half-sister Ainsley is dealing devastation of a different variety after her boyfriend of 11 years dumps her on the night she was expecting him to propose. To make matters worse, his blog post detailing their break-up goes viral. With her perfectly-planned future of domestic harmony dashed in one fell swoop, Ainsley is forced to reevaluate her life and learn how to be alone for the first time in over a decade.
As she navigates this new terrain, Ainsley takes solace in supporting Kate through her period of mourning and finds time to exasperate her seemingly heartless boss, who, Ainsley will discover, may have a pulse after all. From the wreckage of tragedy and heartbreak, Kate and Ainsley will learn to lean on each other and discover a closeness and intimacy they haven’t previously known. Together, these two sisters will find the strength to start over and the courage to believe in second chances.
MORE PRAISE FOR KRISTAN HIGGINS “The path to love is bumpy and strewn with landmines in this surprisingly deep charmer from rom-com queen Higgins. Emotional resonance balances zany antics in a powerful story that feels completely real.” — Publishers Weekly on The Best Man
“…a spirited, truly funny, and emotionally satisfying romance you won’t want to put down. Humor and heart in one stunning package.” — Library Journal on In Your Dreams
“Higgins has a knack for sweet but not syrupy romances peppered with humor and populated with colorful characters.” — Booklist
“Kristan Higgins consistently delivers powerful characters and a love story you will remember long after the last page.” — Bookshelf
“Waiting On You has everything that Higgins’s fans expect: smoldering sexual tension, messy, hilarious family ties, and laugh-out-loud humor.” — New York Journal of Books
“This emotional journey of two sisters is filled with drama, laughter and tears and squeezes the heart. It should be on every bedside table in the country!” — #1 New York Times bestselling author Robyn Carr on If You Only Knew
“Ms. Higgins makes the reader believe in love and second chances.” — Romance Readers Connection
KRISTAN HIGGINS New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author and two-time winner of the Romance Writers of America RITA® Award, Kristan lives with her family in a small Connecticut town that boasts a wonderful library, a great agricultural fair, a really good ice-cream stand and not much else. She is the mother of two lovely kids and the wife of a brave firefighter who is also (perhaps more important) a fantastic cook. Previously a copywriter, Kristan began writing fiction when her children graced her life with simultaneous afternoon naps. Writing, she found, was infinitely more satisfying than folding laundry, and so began her first novel. Kristan holds a BA in English from the College of the Holy Cross, which means she can identify dangling participles, quote many great novels and play a mean game of Scrabble. Kristan is an award-winning baker, devoted fan of the New York Yankees and an avid reader. She and her crew spend as much time as possible at the family home on Cape Cod, where they shiver in the Atlantic, ride bikes, swat horseflies and don’t catch any fish.
ON SECOND THOUGHT On Sale: February 2017 $15.99 U.S./$18.99 CAN. ISBN-13: 978-0-373-78925-2
EXCERPT FROM ON SECOND THOUGHT by KRISTAN HIGGINS
Link to Kristan’s website: www.kristanhiggins.com
Nathan did meet every criteria a single woman could have—kind, steady, financially secure, interesting, intelligent, attractive. Even his divorce spoke well of him; he hadn’t been hanging around, not committing (as I had been). He had no pit in his cellar, no devices for torturing women, no collection of Nazi uniforms. I looked, believe me, making him laugh and laugh as I poked around his enormous home.
There was absolutely no reason not to marry him.
There’s always that, isn’t there?
Marriage, as nice as it might be, would throw my life into upheaval—Nathan wanted me to move to Cambry-on-Hudson, relocate my studio, sell my apartment. Of course he did. COH was his hometown, and though I hadn’t grown up there, it was where I went on holidays. It made sense. He had a gorgeous house perfectly suited to children and entertaining, with plenty of space for us both.
But still. All the adjustments, all the moving, most of the changes would be mine. Ideally, I’d take more time to ease into this. I knew I wasn’t used to being part of a couple, of joint decision-making.
Not to mention that five months wasn’t enough time to truly know each other. This would be a leap of faith that everything I believed to be true about Nathan would hold fast. If I was wrong—or if he was—we’d look like idiots.
The changes would be worth it, I believed. But it would be upheaval nonetheless, and 20 years on my own…well, it was harder to walk away from than I thought it would be. I couldn’t bring myself to sell my apartment. Instead, I rented it for a hefty amount and put my things in storage. It was December. Who wanted to schlep furniture?
If I’d been even a few years younger, I would’ve waited. There was a small, annoying voice—my mother’s—telling me that a reason not to marry him didn’t mean a good reason to marry him. That you can’t really love someone you’ve known for five months.
I confessed my concern to Paige. We were at Porto’s, our favorite bar, one of the few places in Brooklyn that predated the influx of cool people and was, therefore uber-cool, the not locally farmed, not organic, not microbrewed, not free range, deemed delightfully retro by the hipsters.
We were drinking crappy vodka tonics at a table, idly watching Daniel the Hot Firefighter flirt with three nearly identical blond girls. “Maybe I should wait,” I said. “Just see how things go.”
“I think you’re a fucking idiot,” Paige said, taking a slurp of her drink.
“No, no, tell me what you really mean,” I said. “Don’t mince words.”
“Seriously, Kate. He’s great. Marry him. Move to the ’burbs and have twins. I’m so jealous I could stab you in the throat.”
“Will you be a bridesmaid?” I asked, grinning.
She wasn’t smiling. My own smile died a quick death. “Paige,” I began.
“I don’t want to talk about it, okay? You were the last single friend I had. I’d kill for a guy like Nathan, and you sit there wondering if you should marry him. Who do you think you are?”
“Um…a person? With feelings and thoughts? Come on, Paige. I thought I could talk to you—”
“Yeah, well, don’t. Okay? You have a two-carat ring on your finger. Wear white. Register for new china and hey, how about a destination wedding to make your single friends use vacation time and spend their own money to cheer you on?”
With that, she threw down her napkin and left.
“Did you two break up?” Daniel asked, appearing at my side. “Was it over me?”
I laughed reluctantly. “No. I’m getting married. She’s…”
“No. Just feeling a little left out, maybe. I’m moving to Westchester.”
He shuddered. “Well, mazel tov, Kate. Nice knowing you.”
“I’m not dying.”
“You’re moving out of the city. Same thing. See you never.” He smiled and went back to his fan club.
I forgave Paige the bitchiness, but I knew she wouldn’t forgive me. I was getting what we both always wanted, and she was not. I understood. The little voice in my head, that tremor of warning, was snuffed out.
On New Year’s Day, Nathan and I went for dinner at a restaurant with a view of the Brooklyn Bridge. It was snowing, and we had a window table. I wore a glittery white cocktail dress and slutty red shoes, and Nathan gave me a red rose. The justice of the peace came in, and in front of a room full of strangers, with New York shimmering through the windows, I became Nathan’s wife.
One hundred and two days later, I became his widow.