Dear Reader,
This is a story that has been toying with me for pretty much my whole life. It’s a story about family. About what makes family. It’s a story that throws down all the chips and waits to see what family really means. It’s the story of two brothers who both love the same woman. And the woman who, in different ways, loves them both.
I’ve never been in love with brothers. Or personally known anyone who was. But I have always been a huge believer in family. In a body of love that’s yours no matter what you do. A body that might turn you in if you commit a heinous crime, but do it with tears on cheeks. A body that will then sit beside you in court and visit you in prison every single week. A body that, no matter what—no matter what—will love you.
I believe in my responsibility as a family member. My heart is open and the love is there...always. No matter what. Life has forced me to see the proof of this, to live by it, and I now know the statement to be completely true. So...Falling for the Brother was ready to be written. And read.
All the best,
Tara