THE
OTHER BROTHER
by
Meghan Quinn
Release Day - Nov 2, 2017
Standalone
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?
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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!
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