“…from as far back as I can remember, I’ve always been the other. The other friend, the other employee… the other brother. For once in my life I want to be the only.”
If you have ever followed any of my reviews or the kind of books I love, then you will be aware that I am a big Meghan Quinn fan……HUGE, in fact. Three from three books all rated five stars shows her quality. We have met Aaron before as one of the three best friends, Tucker from My Best Friends Ex, Racer from Twisted Twosome and now Aaron (Smalls) from The Other Brother. Any of the above mentioned books can be read as standalones, but Meghan is so awesome you’ll definitely want to read them all. From the other two books Aaron always appeared to be a friendly and sweet giant with a massive heart and I waited in anticipation to finally get to know him in The Other Brother.
The Other Brother is a heartbreakingly beautiful tale of second chance love when you least expect it. Aaron was such a beautiful character and he seriously stole my heart. He hasn’t had the easiest of lives to date; being brought up in a home environment that was less than desirable but he managed to come out the other side relatively unscathed.
Despite the many obstacles Aaron has had to account for, he has worked his butt off to make something of his life which includes running a construction company with his two buddies, but in order to get there he has had to give up an awful lot and that includes the girl who owns his heart.
“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.”
Amelia had to leave the life she knows in the city to return to her hometown and be closer to her father who is living in a nursing home and is unwell. I imagine it would be no easy feat to leave not only your home and job, but to leave your boyfriend of the last eighteen months. However, Amelia knew she had to leave because her father, the man who has helped her and shaped her into the woman she is today, needs her and she has to be there for him.
Aaron and Amelia have a past and once upon a time they envisioned growing old together, but unfortunately luck and circumstances were not on their side and they both walked away with broken hearts.
Fate has other ideas when it comes to this couple and has brought them together once again, though this time as neighbors. Situations become awkward between the two as true heartache and regret sets in. Little do they know that things are about to get even more awkward considering Amelia is in a committed long-distant relationship and with none other than Aaron’s biological brother, not that either of them knew this fact… Awkward much? Which brother will own Amelia’s heart?
“Yes, I was able to pursue my dreams, as he obviously did his. But at what cost? Could we not have done that together? He seems happy for me now, almost as if he is sorry he let me go.”
This was such the perfect five star love story for me. The humor, emotion and many feelings I encountered drew me in and kept me fully engaged thanks to Meghan Quinn’s talent, imagination and humor. The chemistry and intensity between Aaron and Amelia was electrifying, the way they were drawn to each other was epic.
If you are anything like me and love nothing more than delving into a great second-chance love story where the writing flows and is so effortless to read, then definitely check this one out. I adore Meghan Quinn’s writing style and the plots and characters she creates; her stories always have the ability to make me laugh out loud. I really do adore her sense of humor. Make sure to one click this because I have no doubt Aaron will melt hearts around the world.
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.
About the Author
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!