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The Other Brother


Make sure you have the Little Debbie’s snacks and an original Mt. Dew ready, (really what is the point in drinking any other kind) because you are going to need them for the emotional roller coaster Meghan takes you on in The Other Brother.

So I will not lie to you. I cheated and read the dedication at the end of the book before I started the book… Yeah, yeah, I know “don’t read things out of order” don’t worry Meghan already grounded me for it. But you wanna know something ? I would do it all over again. I feel like this made the book so much more for me, to know about the thoughts and feelings and connection behind some of the aspects of the book. I think it really made me feel the book more and boy did I feel this book.

It was not an ugly cry, bawl my eyes out type of emotional experience for me. But it was thought provoking, emotionally charged and I longed to reach out to Smalls and comfort him more times than I can count. There were tears. There was binge eating of the snack cakes. There was points where I kinda wanted to shake sense in to a few of them. There were so many laughs. For all the heart wrenching and thought provoking emotions there was, there was just as much light hearted fun and belly laughs.

I cannot begin to express to you how much I enjoyed this book. I truly savoured this book. I made myself take my time and reflect on this book. I read it over the course of a week (by choice not because I needed that much time to get through it, you could devour this book in hours if you wanted; it is that good). Every night when I was done my section of the book for that day, I took time to reflect on the events from the book. The emotions that the book provoked from me. The emotions the characters went through. And I tried to think of all the emotions Meghan would have went through writing this book. I cannot even imagine how she did it.

Anyway enough of my babbling, to say I loved this book would be an understatement. This book was amazing. From the beauty that is the cover to the laughs. Everything about this book makes me want to recommend it to anyone that will listen to me. I am sitting here trying to think of what you may want to hear from me about this book. But frankly I do not want to tell you anything about this book other than I think you really need to read it. You need to think about the book and let yourself feel with and for the characters. Of course this is my personal opinion and you can truly do what you want. But read this book. You will in no way be disappointed, Meghan truly brought these characters and their lives to life for us in this book. And Meghan my truly kick my ass for this but, I would even recommend reading the dedication first, but only if you are prepared for emotions!

So if you didn’t get this from all my rambling this book is a definite 5 star for me. No questions asked I would recommend this to anyone who loves a good sexy muscled up blue collar man, a sexy but sweet girl and a ton of emotions and laughs.


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?


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.

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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