Five Brothers

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Penelope Douglas

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THE BRAND NEW DARK ROMANCE FROM TIKTOK SENSATION AND THE NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR OF PUNK 57

On the other side of town are five brothers. . .*

Macon is the oldest. I've never seen him smile.

Army is a single dad with beautiful green eyes.

Iron will be in prison soon.

Dallas is the one I hate.

Trace used to be mine.

I need to go home. Away from the swamps and these men. I'll leave tomorrow. I'll crash on the couch tonight.

Everyone is asleep. Except for one. He sees me crying. I let him wrap his arms around my body and hold me.

I don't think it was Trace.

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'I had no idea what to expect and somehow my expectations were blown away' 5 * Reader Review

'I don't even know how to write something to convey how I feel about this book. I'm actually speechless. This book had me captivated from page one and the hold on me never loosened a single time during the entire book' 5 * Reader Review

'HOLY MOLY! Pen, what did you do to me? I haven't read a book in a while now, that had me in a vice grip from the beginning to the end, like Five Brothers did' 5 * Reader Review

'The character development was just fantastic. This book is told in each of their POVs and I loved getting to know them. They're complex, flawed, but most importantly they really care about each other' 5 * Reader Review

Résumé

On the other side of town are five brothers. . .

Macon is the oldest. I've never seen him smile.

Army is a single dad with beautiful green eyes.

Iron will be in prison soon.

Dallas is the one I hate.

Trace used to be mine.

I need to go home. Away from the swamps and these men. I'll leave tomorrow. Tonight I'll crash on the couch tonight.

Everyone is asleep. Except for one. He sees me crying. I let him wrap his arms around my body and hold me.

I don't think it was Trace.

Which means it was another brother.

I don't know who, but I can't help but want him to hold me again. . .