Spotlight & Giveaway: Love Wells Kept by Bailey Hannah

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome author Bailey Hannah to HJ!

Hi Bailey and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Love Wells Kept!

Please summarize the book for the readers here:

Kate and Jackson Wells have been happily married for over ten years, with two young children and an entire life they’ve built together on Wells Ranch. Then a tragic accident leaves Jackson with a traumatic brain injury and no memories of his family, and he’s forced to return to a life that no longer feels like his. Through tender moments, bits and pieces of unlocked memories, and a family that refuses to give up on the people they love, Jackson begins to find his way. And though Kate might be the only one who remembers the beginning of their story, this next chapter might be even stronger than all the ones that came before.
 

Please share your favorite line(s) or quote from this book:

God is a woman named Kate Wells.

“Even if I forget everything else, I’ll always come back to you, okay? That’s what hearts do when they love someone—they remember.”

Please share a few Fun facts about this book…

• Long before I started writing this book, every time I heard “Porch Swing Angel” by Muscadine Bloodline, it made me think of Kate and Jackson, for some reason. And I’m not a plotter, by any means, but I knew from day one that I needed scenes of them reconnecting on their porch swing.
• Kate’s love for skincare came from my own journey discovering Korean skincare over the last few years! Skin flooding is a game changer, even though it makes you look a bit like a glazed donut.

What first attracts your Hero to the Heroine and vice versa?

This book is different than most, because Kate has been in love with this man and seen him every day for the last sixteen years. But Jacskson is essentially meeting her for the very first time.

Jackson notices that Kate is beautiful (because of course he does), but what really draws him in is her personality. She’s bold and takes charge, and Jackson frequently calls her a bully because she forces him to take care of himself post-accident. But she also has a soft side, and she loves to make her husband blush. She’s a bit of an enigma to him, and he loves it.

Of course Kate is already attracted to Jackson, but watching him rediscover his instincts as a husband and father only makes her love him even more.

Did any scene have you blushing, crying or laughing while writing it? And Why?

Oh, so many scenes had me crying (and later I was blushing and laughing, too!). The first third of the book was rough. The accident scene was a particularly hard one to write, and I had to take a lot of breaks because I was sobbing too hard to make out my computer screen.

Here’s a bit of that scene:

There’s a new commotion. Like the beating of a hundred angel wings, the heavy, dense whoosh of helicopter blades echoes through the barn. The guys collectively breathe a sigh of relief. And I clutch the front of Jackson’s shirt, digging a button so deep into my palm, it’s nearly embedded. Surely they can’t separate him and me if we’re sewn together.

“Jackson.” I lean in so my lips brush his ear, and my breath comes out a tattered death rattle. I lick my lips, holding on to him with a sinking feeling this might be our last moment. “Don’t you dare go. Don’t you fucking dare. You . . . you promised me. You promised you wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye. You can’t.”

Readers should read this book….

If they love to read books that make them cry, and/or if they have a partner who doesn’t mind being woken up in the middle of the night to be asked, “If you forgot all of your memories, would you fall in love with me again?!”

What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have in the works?

I just turned in the edits for Something Like You, the first book of my new Echo Lake series, which will be released in 2027. It follows one of the side characters we meet in the Wells Ranch series, a cowboy who’s asked to join his childhood best friend on her country music tour… and be her fake boyfriend.

I also have a Christmas novella releasing on October 6, 2026! Christmas at Fox Ridge follows a grumpy farrier who’s reluctantly operating on a holiday rental to help save his failing ranch, only to find the first guest is his sister’s best friend… the same woman he hooked up with six months ago and hasn’t stopped thinking about since.
It’s a much lighter read than Love Wells Kept—I like to say it’s Hallmark with spice.
 

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Excerpt from Love Wells Kept:

“Now it’s time to bully you into taking care of this mess.” I take advantage of the opportunity to stroke the uneven texture of his beard—soft and curly in some spots, short and spiky in others. The warmth of his skin melts my palm, and for a heartbeat, everything feels normal again.
“Suppose you won’t let me have a choice.”
That sense of normalcy gets the better of me, and I cheekily respond with, “Not if you want to stay happily married to me.” Followed by, “Um, I mean . . . sorry, I wasn’t thinking straight for a second there.”
“I’m guessing that line worked pretty well before my head got fucked?”
I sigh. “Your head isn’t fucked. And considering we’ve been married for a decade, and I used that threat no less than once a week, I’d say it worked pretty well.”
“Well then, for Old Jackson’s sake, I guess I better let you shave my face.”
I hate the way he refers to himself as Old or New Jackson. It’s as if he’s resigned to never regaining his memory, and now things are divided into two very distinct parts of his story without a single string connecting the two.
Before the accident. After the accident.
Maybe he’s right. Maybe a random day in March became the moment we’ll forever use as a reference point in our lives. Now we’ll define every major event by when it happened in relation to our family’s worst day.
Having ditched my slippers when I crawled into bed, I pad barefoot across the room, stopping to grab the antique wooden chair that’s typically a catchall. A thing to drape clothes over when I don’t feel like putting them away.
“Have you done this before?” The chair wobbles under Jackson’s weight.
“I’ve never had to shave your face, no. But I have plenty of experience shaving much more . . . delicate areas. I’ll be careful.”
His eyes go wide and his cheeks turn a brilliant shade of red. “On me?”
My guttural laugh echoes through the small space. “Oh my God, no. I’ve never shaved your balls, Jackson. I would, if you really wanted me to, but maybe we should make sure you’re happy with the job I do on your face first.”
“I d-don’t . . . no,” he stammers, blush spreading to redden his ears and create splotchy red marks down his neck.
I pick up the trimmer and smile at his reflection. “I love this. I haven’t seen you this flustered since we first started dating. Used to be my favorite hobby—making you blush.”
His hand scrubs his cheek. “So you’ve always been a bully.”
Moving to stand directly in front of him, I flick the power switch on the trimmer and it hums to life. Buzzing fills the air. “Bullied the hottest cowboy on the ranch into sleeping with me.”
Jackson’s quick to avert his gaze. So much like the young, shy boy I met when I first moved here, who couldn’t get through a simple interaction with me without turning into a sun-ripe tomato. And I was much more covert with my attempts to make him blush then—certainly no comments about shaving his balls or convincing him to sleep with me.
I move in closer, until Jackson can’t decide where is safest to look, so after a tiny glance into my eyes, he opts to close his. Two fans of eyelashes, tipped in gold, flutter slightly when I cup his chin to angle his face to the left.
“Can I say . . . I actually think you look really good with a beard. Not anything that might get you mistaken for a member of ZZ Top, but if you wanted to keep it neatly trimmed instead of clean shaven, I wouldn’t complain.”
“Are you going to keep trimming it for me?”
“Anytime.” With a soft exhale, like I’m blowing out a candle, I clear the loose hair from his cheek to make sure I didn’t miss a patch.
“You’re the boss. I’ll keep the beard.”
It’s not long before the searing heat in my lower back is distracting. I stretch. His eyes open to meet mine, and we quietly study each other. Complexion no longer infused with pink, he’s more pale than usual. Even his freckles have faded to a dull tawny color. A lack of long hours in the sun, home-cooked food, and proper sleep will do that, I suppose.
I bow my back in a cat-like stretch, then arch it the other way. “Sorry, this chair is so low, my back feels like it’s going to snap in half.”
“You don’t have to do this.”
I raise a brow at his half-shaven face. “You’re incredibly handsome, but I don’t think you can pull off this look.”
“Okay, well . . . will it help if I stand up?”
“And risk you getting dizzy? Absolutely not.”
“What if you just . . .” His knees knock together, and he hesitantly pats his lap.
I consider making a risqué comment. It would be so easy to bring some life back into his face. But instead I straddle his thighs and lower myself onto his lap. It’s more of a squat, since I don’t trust his strength or this rickety old chair to support both of us, but it takes some pressure off my lower back and puts me at the perfect height to finish trimming his overgrown beard.
But here, I’m close to him. Closer than I’ve been in weeks. The heat of his breath unfurls something deep in my core, and the dark expanses of his eyes melt me. I silently remind myself that I can’t treat him like the husband I know and love right now. It takes everything in me to keep from kissing him. Grinding against his lap. Running my hands all over his body and feeling his touch all over mine.
Who knew shaving his face could be this intimate?
I take a deep breath before resuming the beard trim.

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Book Info:

He’s forgotten their love story. She’ll help him write a new one.

Jackson and Kate have been happily married for over ten years and live a beautifully chaotic life raising two young children on Wells Ranch. But when Jackson sustains a severe head injury that sends him into a coma, years of his memory are gone by the time he wakes. Doctors are confident they will return with time, but Jackson feels like a stranger in his own life. How can he have a wife and children but not know them?

Kate tries to remain strong for her family, but she secretly mourns the loss of the man she knew and fears he may never return. She leans on her Wells Ranch family, who she needs now more than ever. It’s scary and difficult, but she won’t give up on Jackson and their love, no matter how long it takes.

Despite early struggles, Kate and Jackson share tender moments that stir something in Jackson, even though he doesn’t fully understand it. As more time passes, bits and pieces of Jackson’s memories return, and he starts slowly rediscovering his instincts as a husband and dad. And though Jackson and Kate’s love story may need a rewrite, they’ll come to discover this new chapter might just be stronger than all the ones that came before.
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Meet the Author:

USA Today bestselling author Bailey Hannah writes romances with a passion for strong heroines and rugged men who aren’t afraid to love their women hard. Born and raised in small-town British Columbia, she always includes a touch of rural Canadian flair (dirt roads, rodeos, and ketchup chips) in her stories. Bailey Hannah lives with her husband, daughter, dogs, and chickens. In her spare time, she enjoys reading, spending time in the outdoors, and daydreaming about her characters.
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