Today I am so pleased to welcome Amy Aislin to Joyfully Jay. Amy has come to talk to us about her latest release, Keeping Kellan. She has also brought along a great giveaway. Please join me in giving her a big welcome!

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Chapter One

Brant Harkrader wheeled his suitcase behind him, duffle bag slung across his chest, backpack on his shoulders, and scanned the small crowd waiting in Arrivals. His ride had a habit of being punctual, which meant it was no doubt already here. In fact, it had probably arrived at the same time as Brant’s flight had landed half an hour ago.

Since this was West Kootenay Regional Airport—not Pearson or Heathrow or, god, Denver—finding his ride wouldn’t be hard to do. And he was proven right when he spotted a tall, slender form with a short pompadour leaning against the wall by the exit, brown-haired head bent over a cell phone.

Brant’s feet faltered. So did his breathing. Which was dumb—he was twenty-six now, no longer the starry-eyed kid with the crush on his older sister’s best friend.

Correction: he might not be a starry-eyed kid, but if his sweaty palms and elevated heart rate were anything to go by, his crush on the boy next door was still very real.

Though calling it a crush at his age did make him feel like that long-ago starry-eyed kid. Brant wanted to jump Kellan Shelby-Briggs’s bones until he couldn’t see straight, lick a path up Kell’s smoothly shaven neck to devour his mouth, squeeze Kell’s spectacular ass while he pumped into Brant.

And he wouldn’t say no to holding hands while they took a walk on the beach or exchanged casual touches while enjoying a tapas dinner at one of the many award-winning restaurants in their hometown or splashed each other while paddling on Kootenay Lake.

So if all of that was the equivalent of an adult crush, then cool. He had a crush.

Too bad Kell had only ever seen him as a little brother.

Someone bumped into Brant from behind, jostling him out of his thoughts. With a frantic “Sorry!” called over her shoulder, the stranger carried onward, prompting Brant to do the same. In the next moment, he stopped in front of Kell, who was muttering to himself with his gaze still on his phone, one large hand rubbing his jaw.

Brant nudged his foot. “Hey.”

Kell’s head snapped up, the frown reversing itself upon spotting Brant. “Hey. You made it.” The phone went into Kell’s pocket before his arms came up to encircle Brant’s shoulders.

Brant gave himself a few seconds to slump against Kell’s strong torso, to inhale Kell’s familiar scent. Pulling back, he cleared his throat as Kell’s assessing gaze swept over him from head to toe. Yeah, Brant knew what he looked like after an eighteen-hour overnight flight: too-long dishevelled blond hair covered by a ratty baseball hat, a wrinkled T-shirt that had seen better days sometime before his six-hour layover in Calgary, his most comfortable sweatpants, hole-y running shoes, and scruff bordering on a beard that he’d contemplated finding an airport salon or barber to divest him of on his five-hour layover in Vancouver.

But fuck it. Kell knew what he looked like with and without the scruff—Brant didn’t need to impress anyone—so he’d saved himself the few bucks and found a quiet corner to nap in instead.

Eighteen hours and two layovers to fly across his own country, ladies and gents. He could probably get to Australia faster.

Kell grinned. “You look like you’ve been travelling all day.”

“And all night,” Brant added. “You look like you’re off to a meeting.”

Fuck, Kell was hot. He’d always been hot in that nerdy accountant sort of way he had. Long face with a high forehead, light blue eyes that crinkled at the corners, pale pink lips that always seemed to be tilted upward in a slight smile. Black dress pants hugged long legs and his maroon shirt was rolled up to the elbows, displaying tanned forearms dusted with brown hair and a heavy, stylish watch with a map of the world on the face. There was muscle definition underneath the starched shirt; Brant knew this from last summer’s visit home when Kell, Brant, his sister, and her kids had spent a day at the beach.

Kell wasn’t wearing his glasses today, more’s the pity. Not that the contacts look wasn’t a good one on him, but the glasses . . .



keeping kellan coverKeeping Him, Book 2

Brant Harkrader is done living by other peoples’ rules. He may not know exactly what he wants out of life, but he’s perfectly happy letting that question figure itself out while starting a new job as a tour guide.

Too bad the one thing he does want—his sister’s BFF—only sees him as a little brother.

Or so he thinks…

Kellan Shelby-Briggs has never shied away from going after what he wants. And what he wants is the important contract that will put his brand new company on the map—and Brant.

Too bad Kellan’s career keeps yanking him away just as things heat up between them.

Now that Brant is back in town—up close and personal in Kell’s living space—can they finally get the timing right to go after the love that has eluded them both for too long?


Amy aislin bio imageAmy’s lived with her head in the clouds since she first picked up a book as a child, and being fluent in two languages means she’s read a lot of books! She first picked up a pen on a rainy day in fourth grade when her class had to stay inside for recess. Tales of treasure hunts with her classmates eventually morphed into love stories between men, and she’s been writing ever since. She writes evenings and weekends—or whenever she isn’t at her full-time day job saving the planet at Canada’s largest environmental non-profit.

An unapologetic introvert, Amy reads too much and socializes too little, with no regrets. She loves connecting with readers. Join her Facebook Group, Amy Aislin’s Readers, to stay up-to-date on upcoming releases and for access to early teasers, find her on Instagram and Twitter, or sign up for her newsletter.

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