


Sunny Shelly’s Review: 5 Stars
I had zero expectations going into The Other Brother — because I know that Meghan Quinn always delivers and never disappoints. But the story she gave to Aaron, aka Smalls, was nothing that I could have ever even imagined! I got a little weepy just from reading the prologue, and continued to both laugh and cry for the rest of The Other Brother.
Aaron made the biggest mistake of his life when he broke up with Amelia. His heart was in the right place, and he had the best of intentions, but his decision had major ramifications for both of them. Five years later, Aaron and Amelia find themselves living next door to one another when she moves back home to care for her ailing dad. And just as Aaron decides that he is going to win her back, he finds out that her current boyfriend is his biological brother — who had been given up for adoption. Will he come clean to Amelia, or hope that she sees him for the man that he is, and not the lesser, other brother?
Quinn wrote a delicious story. The damage that Aaron’s mom caused to him was just heartbreaking. How he is so confident on the outside and so insecure on the inside was a paradox like I’ve never seen. This book tugged on my heartstrings, punched me in the gut, and left me crying in my car parked outside my office because I needed to finish those last 2 chapters after reading into the wee hours of the morning the night before.
Aaron and Amelia warmed my heart. And MQ gave enough visits from Tucker and Emma and Racer and Georgie without those friends taking over the story. I am keeping The Other Brother on my re-read list, for sure! I received an advanced copy and voluntarily left a review.

Excerpt
Why? Why does he have to magically appear in my life? Moving back to Binghamton, I thought about the possibility of maybe running into him, but I thought it unlikely, something that would never really happen.
Boy, was I wrong.
What a sick joke life is playing on me.
Aaron Walters, the boy who broke me into pieces is my neighbor.
I can’t fathom the impact I feel already.
Seeing him in hip-hugging jeans and a tight, plain shirt did a number on me. It kept me up all night as memories of what we used to have flooded my mind.
His voice.
His stature.
The way he used to kiss my neck.
The way I felt so protected in his arms.
Too bad his arms couldn’t protect me from his devastating, heart-breaking self.
And hell, he looked good. Too good.
He’s always been tall with handsome features and a chiseled jaw, but now he’s bulked up to the point that I could see his abs flexing under his shirt, the same shirt that stretched over his biceps.
But it wasn’t his muscles or handsome features that once again made my heart ache, it was those eyes. So bright, so blue, so kind, but still so sad. It reminded me of the first day I met him, of the day he stole my heart from every other man on the market.
Broken, unsure, yet yearning for love. It was all there, and like experiencing a moment of déjà vu, I was transported back into a time when I felt invisible, like I could conquer anything with him at my side.
Once again, I was wrong.


