Note: I received an ARC from Wordsmith Publicity in exchange for an unbiased review.
When I first read the title and synopsis of The Other Brother I was a little leery. I am not a big fan of love triangles, and one that included brothers seemed like a big no-no. Then, I reminded myself that Meghan Quinn was the author. If she could make falling in love with a best friend’s ex okay, I was positive she could put the right spin on a brother love triangle.
I loved The Other Brother. There might have been a couple of moments where the Aaron-Amelia-Trey connection made me cringe, but for the most part it wasn’t an issue. The Other Brother was definitely Aaron and Amelia’s second chance at love. They had an undeniable connection and chemistry. I loved how they began and even ended up loving how they found their way back to each other. There story was so sweet.
There was so much to learn about Aaron (Smalls to My Best Friend’s Ex and Twisted Twosome fans). I knew he was a Little Debbie lover, great friend, and all around guy. I had no idea the depths of his past. He had been through so much in his lifetime. The way his family life shaped his relationship with Amelia was heartbreaking. I felt for Aaron and rooted for him to win her back the entire time.
I loved Amelia! I wasn’t sure I would with the whole dating the other brother thing, but she was a stand up person. She was there when her family needed her, and made some really good decisions throughout the book. Amelia was true to her heart and her relationships.
Of course, one of my favorite things about this book was getting to see the gang again. Racer and Tucker brought some amazing humor to the story. I can’t get enough of their friendship. I hope I get to see them again in future books.
As you can tell, there were so many amazing things about The Other Brother. Don’t let the love triangle scare you off. This book is so worth reading!
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.
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.