Reader's Edyn: Blitz: Shipley's Secrets by Jen Simmons

**Shipley’s Secrets by Jen Simmons**

Good Morning, Everyone! So thrilled to see you all today! We have another new-to-me author and book today! Please allow me to feature on the blog Jen Simmons and her latest release, SHIPLEY’S SECRETS …

**SHIPLEY’S SECRETS**

**BIO**

Jen was born in San Diego, California and was raised in Lubbock, Texas. Jen's life took her into a career of nursing. In 2008, she earned her Registered Nursing degree and began caring for patients in a fast-paced Intensive Care unit. Her dreams led her to obtain an undergraduate degree in Nursing followed by a Master's degree in Nursing Leadership and Organizational Management. Jen has always loved reading and books. The idea suddenly came to her one day to sit down and start writing Shipley's Secrets. The process at first, was a release from the busy day to day life of a Registered Nurse in healthcare management.

Jen's inspiration to finish and self-publish came in the form of encouragement and love from her husband Jason. Jen gets her inspiration from authors like Pepper Winters, Jamie McGuire, and Colleen Hoover. Jen hopes that the inspiration from writing Shipley's Secrets will inspire her to keep writing in the young adult and contemporary romance realm.

Jen likes to read, write and watch movies in her free time. Any chance to drink champagne and eat pasta, she jumps on. Jen lives in Northern Colorado with her husband Jason, daughter Alyssa and their dog Lady Simmons.

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**SHIPLEY’S SECRETS**

Publication date: December 10, 2019
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult

**BLURB**

Growing up in foster care, Malcolm has never known his birth family. The first twelve years of his life is riddled with trauma and abuse. His only dream in life is to make it to eighteen years old so he can join the military and change his fate. When Malcolm’s placed in the care of a new foster home, he meets Adler and Sal. Three boys having grown up with no family, no connections and no hope of a steady life, they find something in each other they never thought they’d have. Family. After a horrific trauma occurs in this new foster home, Malcolm, Adler and Sal are thrust into uncertainty and an indefinite separation from each other. That is, until an unlikely savior steps in.

Trauma brought three boys into the lives of the Keating’s. The love they carry as brothers will guide them into the life they’re meant to have. Their shared dream of joining the military just a short time away. Loyalty to each other and their newly built family is the glue that binds all those dreams together. But with loyalty and the need to protect each other, comes secrets.

Clara has had her own fair share of trauma. After a life altering event, Clara vows to move on with her life and be happy despite all that is stacked against her. When she meets the mysterious Malcolm, her curiosity about him leads her to an unlikely turn of events. And a life she never expected. Which way will her heart sway? Will the path it takes tear apart a brother’s bond?

Will all the secrets kept between these lives break the loyalty of this family?

**TEASERS**

**EXCERPT**

Clara’s sound asleep when I pull the truck up into the parking space at her apartment. She’s lying on her left side. Her head on my thigh with one arm out straight, the other bent at the elbow and tucked under her cheek. She’s so deep in sleep I don’t want to wake her but I promised Stan I’d have her home no later than six. It’s six-twenty now. I’ve already broken my first promise to her father. I run my fingers through her long hair. Her curls soft and smooth, allowing my fingers to pass through each time without meeting tangles. All I can do is sit here and watch her sleep. Her chest is moving up and down with each breath. Her dress is perfectly in place despite the position she’s lying in, the tops of her thighs just barely visible. The white skin is making my mouth water at the thought of running my lips across places on her body that would make her moan out my name. At some point, she kicked off her sandals, her yellow nail polish shining brightly on her bare feet. I wish we could sit like this forever. The ache I now have for her strains in my jeans, making me need a quick adjustment.

Trying not to wake her, I move just barely enough that it causes her to shift on the seat. Now lying on her back, she blinks a few times and turns to look up at me. Her big blues eyes look at me with so much affection, my heart pounds. She gives me the most beautiful sleepy smile.

“Hey. Are we home?” Placing her hand on the seat, she lifts herself up to look out the front window. “Yeah.” Involuntarily I reach out and grab her hand, pulling her closer to me. She slides over, thigh to thigh. I touch her face, warning her that I’m about to kiss her. My body reacting to her so strongly has me ready to lay her back down on the seat so I can work out my desire and sexual need on her. But I respect Clara too much for that. Doing my best to keep myself in check, I take a deep breath then lean my head down and press my lips to hers. Her response is different from the last few times I’ve kissed her. She kisses me back with fervor, matching my hunger stride for stride. Before I can move to get closer to her, she turns around in the seat.

Bringing her knees up on the seat next to me, she holds my face in her hands as she tortures my mouth. Needing to be as close as possible, I grab her by the waist and pull her across to straddle my lap. The steering wheel keeps her from being able to fully climb on, so I slide over to the middle seat and pull her on top of me. The feeling of her that close drives me insane and I kiss her harder, without any control. The need comes out so intense I can’t hold in my urgency, running my hands up her thighs and under her dress where I feel the soft lace of her panties at her hips. She moves against me, making me moan into her mouth. I run my hands up and down her thighs and around to grip her ass. The skin there is the softest skin on her entire body. She wraps her arms around my neck then runs her fingers through my hair. Now that her chest is against mine fully, I can feel the hardness of her nipples pressing against the fabric, the urge to touch each perfectly shaped mound is too much for me to handle. She continues to gyrate on my lap, making me harder with each rotation of her hips. I moan into her mouth again. Her panting breaths are heavy and hot in my ear and on my neck.

God, I want her so bad. But I know I have to stop this; our first time can’t be in this truck. Kissing her again, I almost change my mind and lay her down across the seat. My mind and my heart are warring with each other. One telling the other to shut up and get the relief I’ve needed ever since I first laid my eyes on her. Mustering up all my self-control, I use my palms and apply pressure to stop the rotation of her hips against me. She doesn’t get my hint right away, increasing the motion and applying more pressure down on my lap with her hips. The motion is making her breath come harder and I can tell she’s close. What kind of man would I be if I denied her this?

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