The Other Brother by Meghan Quinn
My rating: 6 of 5 stars
”The harder you love, the harder you fall.”
Sometimes you don’t have to read but a few lines or pages of a story to fall hard in love. When you end the first and last chapters of a tale in tears, tears that remain etched in your eyes the whole time reading, you know you’ve met your emotional match. Meghan Quinn’s The Other Brother was MY EMOTIONAL MATCH. Edge to edge. Feel to feel.
I have a WEAKNESS for second-chance love stories and I didn’t have to read but a few minutes for The Other Brother to OWN ME!!! Heart. Soul. Mind. All taken by this thief of a story. The Other Brother, this second-chance romance full of fire and feels, was my soulmate. My kryptonite. So perfect. SO PERFECT FOR ME.
From the minute I was reunited with Aaron, AKA ‘Smalls,’ in The Other Brother, he HAD ME…ALL OF ME. This gorgeous man, so beautiful and broken, broke me while holding my heart in his hands. Aaron is the perfect man—gorgeous, witty, sweet, brooding, broken, sexy, strong, and so caring. What I love the most about this hero is his vulnerability. I fell so HARD for this amazing alpha whose heart is as beautiful as the man himself.
Sometimes couples need to grow separately before they come back together.
She was my rock, the one solid feature in my life. She was also my downfall.
Amelia is beautiful, sassy, and smart. When she returns to her hometown, she never expected to collide with her first love, Aaron. Aaron broke her heart once and she finally put the pieces together.
”I’ve chosen to forget about it . . . forget about you.”
These words CRUSHED ME, bursting hope like a popped balloon, as I hoped these soulmates would reconnect.
Can she feel how fast my heart is beating? Can she tell how much she still owns me?
I SHATTERED, breaking from these heartbreaking words. Words that pierced my heart. Words that shot straight to my soul. Words that meant so much. Aaron TOOK MY TEARS and STOLE MY HEART!!! I felt his heartbreak, emphasized with his struggles, and knew this man was everything!!!
I never got over him. I don’t think I ever will.
Sometimes love wasn’t sure to sustain the first time. Sometimes love needs a second chance as it wasn’t ready the first time.
”I feel this pull between us. It’s real.”
I felt this pull too, this hero and heroines’ IMPENETRABLE CONNECTION, so caring and combustible. The passion penetrates between Amelia and Aaron, as their love is still raw and real. A love that never died.
”You’re so confident,” I state, trying to calm my racing heart.
“I am. For once in my life, I’m sure of one thing. You’re mine.”
Oh Aaron! This is a hero who life constantly knocks down but keeps persevering, never giving up and I greatly admired his perseverance. Aaron has a beautiful soul, one as stunning as he is inside and out. If only Aaron would see his value, the light through the dark, the light that is Amelia, his shining star who has guided him for a lifetime.
”I’m not very good at seeing my worth.”
“I see the worth in you.”
I LOVED Amelia and Aaron together, and LOVED their story soooo hard! This couple felt REAL and their story is RELATABLE, as if their story could really happen, and that makes The Other Brother even more special. This tale of first love, the kind from soulmates, the one you root for to last forever, had me rooting for this couple to last a lifetime.
Megan Quinn has, hands-down, written her BEST BOOK YET: The Other Brother !!! This is one of my FAVORITE SECOND-CHANCE ROMANCES EVER!!! The Other Brother’s writing is PHENOMENAL: a magnetic mix of swoon and sorrow infused with hits of humor in a second-chance story woven in love. HEARTFELT MAGIC!!! I’m sorry Racer and Tucker, but Smalls delivered the biggest!!! With a broken hero with a beautiful soul and the strong and stunning woman who heals him, this story is a storm that strikes the soul!!! The hero and heroine were carved for each other like this soul-slaying second-chance romance was for me.
The Other Brother, this love story with all the heart that stole my heart, is EVERYTHING!!! This tale of broken love TOUCHED ME SO HARD!!! Words…mere WORDS…rendered me so full of FEELS where I still felt and am feeling everything long after the story has stopped. There are not enough words and not enough stars to capture my love for this emotionally-woven, second-chance romance…MY KRYPTONITE. The Other Brother is HEART-POUNDING PERFECTION!!!
A TOP 2017 read!!!
💋💋💋💋💋💋 all of the first-love kisses
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I got the call. The dreaded call every child fears. My dad wasn’t well, and the man who had always been my everything needed me.
There was only one thing to do; pack up and head back to my hometown. I had finally made my dream life in the city with the great job and loving boyfriend. But was there really a choice not to go?
I found a wonderful job, a quaint house to rent, my boyfriend was working on joining me in Binghamton, and my favorite pizza place was only miles away. Life was good.
Until I met my neighbor.
It’s been three years since I’d seen Aaron Walters, and my God is he all kinds of sexy gorgeous. Figures. He was supposed to be my forever, the man I grew old with, but he had different plans. How can a man who ripped my heart apart still trip me up? How can he make me still want him now more than ever?
I’m tempted, I’m drawn toward him, I’m completely and utterly unaware that I’m dating his biological brother.
Now two men own my heart. The question is, which brother will I choose?
Right on time, I’m impressed.
She doesn’t get out of her car right away, so I give her a second but then realize maybe she’s not exiting the vehicle because I have the key to the house and she has nowhere to go.
Wanting to make a good impression and seem approachable since I’m the property manager, I run my hand through my hair and adjust my jeans. I’m not wearing any fancy shit, but at least I don’t have holes in or paint stains on my clothes. I hop off my front porch and make my way toward her car, slowly, not wanting to scare her.
There is muffling coming from her car, voices I can’t quite hear, but I get the idea she’s finishing up a conversation, so I slow my pace drastically. That’s when I see her tilt her head down and look at me. From the reflection of the light off her windows, I can’t make out her features. I can only see a silhouette.
I lift a friendly hand in her direction to let her know I come in peace and make my way to her driveway. There is no wave back, but I do hear the telltale sound of her opening her car door. She steps out and when I round the vehicle, I catch the sun off her driver’s side window, temporarily blinding me.
Blinking my eyes a few times to calm my retinas, I bring her into focus.
“Aaron . . .”
Every hair on my body sticks straight up and my body goes still from that voice, that unmistakably sultry voice.
When she finally comes into view, I am met with a pair of hazel eyes I haven’t been able to get out of my head since the day she left town for bigger and better things.
“Amelia.” I clear my throat and take a step forward. “Wow, I uh . . .” Tongue-tied, that’s exactly what I am right now. “Didn’t expect to see you get out of that car.” I laugh nervously while I pull on the back of my neck, trying to comprehend what’s going on. I point with my thumb toward the house and ask, “You’re the new tenant?”
She nods and looks me over, taking her time with her perusal, her eyes burning a hole right through my clothes like they used to. When her eyes meet mine again, she asks, “You’re the property manager?”
I nod and swallow hard. “And neighbor.”
She presses her lips together, thinning them out. “What are the chances?” She laughs nervously.
“Yeah, especially since I thought your life was in the city.” I didn’t mean for that to come out rude, but it did. Gentling my voice, I ask, “What brings you back home?”
Staring at the ground, clutching her purse to her side, she says, “My dad. He’s, uh, not doing well.” Duh, Mrs. Ferguson mentioned something like that. I’m so damn overwhelmed and shocked right now though, that entire conversation I had with Mrs. Ferguson is not registering in my mind.
“Oh no.” My brow pinches together in concern. “What happened?”
She waves me off. “Nothing you need to worry about.” And just like that she shuts me down. Honestly, I’m surprised she said that much to me after how we ended things between us.
Yes, there was an us, a perfectly beautiful, love-filled us. Amelia Santos was the best thing to ever happen to me, and yet, she was also the worst. During a time where my heart broke from every uncaring glance from my mom, Amelia resurrected me from the ashes I would have otherwise drowned in. She was my rock, the one solid feature in my life.
She was also my downfall.
She was going places, and I wasn’t. She had opportunity, and I had none. She wanted me to move with her, and I couldn’t, but no way in hell would I hold her back. I barely made it out of my mom’s house. There were many days when I tried hard to earn a buck so I could find a place to live other than the homeless shelter where I spent many lonely nights. Amelia deserved better than that, so I pushed her away to achieve her dreams. Little did I know, breaking up with her would send me in the biggest downward spiral of my life. The only reason I’m the man I am today is because after hitting rock bottom, I knew things needed to change, and it was up to me to make something of myself. So I worked my ass off. And now at thirty, I can say proudly that I’m a co-owner of an up-and-coming construction company as well as the proud owner of a house in the heart of Hillcrest, a beautiful two-story house. I’m doing well for myself . . . at least that’s what I thought until Amelia stepped out of her car.
Now I’m questioning every little thing about my life leading to this point.
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