Review & Excerpt Tour: The Other Brother by Meghan Quinn


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?








The Other BrotherThe Other Brother by Meghan Quinn
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

4.5 stars

Meghan Quinn is magic. The Other Brother is pure heart. Heartache, heartwarming, and heartfelt.

I am trying not to cheapen my feels about this book but I have to say this…that cover model is gorgeous. My pervy side needed to say that. Next I need to mention the opening comment from my dear friend Racer…I am still rolling my eyes and cracking up. It’s not even that funny but it is 110% Racer. Yes, Racer. You know the guy from Twisted Twosome…Speaking of old friends, let’s not forget Tucker. sigh…Meghan Quinn is kind enough to keep feeding us crumbs of their stories and I will gladly gobble them up.

Whoops, I got distracted. Hard not to with these three together. Anyhow… The Other Brother. The feels, the depth of meaning, and my poor heart (yes, it always comes back to me). I wanted to cry almost as much as I actually did. Now before you write it off as too touchy feely, this book connected with me in a way it won’t with most. I was in my own family, at least it felt like I was, the other brother. (Just go with me…no not the same story but negligence, even accidentally, feels the same)

So while these two have some wildly funny conversations, a “raging” case of unique alcohol choices, and friends who need to be leashed (Racer), they also have heart and big big drama. Meghan Quinn would never finish a book without even a teeny tiny bit of humor and this book has it in spades, canes, and walkers.

The Other Brother may not wipe any of Ms. Quinn hero’s from your heart but I know without a doubt Aaron “Smalls” Walters is absolutely in there too taking up space you didn’t know you had available.

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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.




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!

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