PROTECTIVE INSTINCT (Unlovabulls #1) by Tricia Lynne


PROTECTIVE INSTINCT (Unlovabulls #1) by Tricia Lynne
Release Date: December 21st


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If football player Brody Shaw wants to retire from his hometown team, the Dallas Bulldogs, he needs to keep his head down and his nose clean. When the stray dog he rescued bites the pet sitter, it sets off an avalanche of bad publicity, and it’s time to bring in a professional.

Dog trainer Lily Costello has no intention of training Brody’s dog, CC—football players are bad news, and Brody Shaw is a player if she’s ever met one. Then she sees the brand on CC’s stomach. She came from a puppy mill—the very one Lily is trying to find and shut down.

Brody is all in to help the curvy trainer, and with his clout and connections, Lily finally has a lead. But it’s not long before they attract the wrong kind of attention. When someone makes it clear that they’ll stop at nothing to halt the search, it’ll take everything Brody and Lily have to escape with their lives…



We were playing a dangerous game with both Brody’s career and my heart. In truth, I was as much at fault as he was. More so. He didn’t try to dry-hump me in his kitchen, after all.

Throwing a wrist over the steering wheel, Brody stared out the windshield into the night while I studied his profile. Inky hair curled around his ears from underneath his ball cap. The powerful line of his neck and dark scruff on his sharp jaw. Longing erupted in my stomach as I remembered pushing the tip of my tongue against the hollow of his throat, my fingers threading into the hair at his nape. What it felt like to have his big arms around me. The thick vein that ran over the mound of his bicep before disappearing into a T-shirt pulled tight over his shoulders.

“We need to talk about what happened.”

“I’m right here listening.” His voice was deep, warm, that little bit of Texas Southern curling around my ears the same way his woodsy scent teased my nose.

I mentally hit the reset button, pinching the bridge of my nose and clearing my throat so my voice did come out husky. “I, uh, I drank too much, as if you didn’t already know that. I shouldn’t have done…what I did.”

The dimple in his cheek made an appearance. “What? You mean make out with me?” His chuckle was easy. “Didn’t mind that part at all. You’re an adorable drunk, by the way.”

Ugh. “I dumped my shit on you and you had to put me to bed and take care of my dogs—”

“Didn’t mind that, either. Didn’t even mind sleeping on your couch.” His tongue peeked out to roll over his lips. “But not calling me? That, I minded. And don’t tell me the dogs ate the note I left.”

Wait, did I hurt his feelings? Truthfully, I didn’t think he’d even notice I hadn’t called. “I found your note. Thank you for everything.” I put a hand on his bicep. “You’re a really good guy, Shaw. And a good friend.”

A pink tinge climbed his cheeks. “‘Friend,’ she says.”



About the Author:
Tricia Lynne is fluent in both sarcasm and cuss words and has little filter between her brain and mouth––a combination that tends to embarrass her husband at corporate functions. A tomboy at heart, she loves hard rock, Irish whiskey, and her Midwestern roots. She’s drawn to strong, flawed heroines, and believes writing isn’t a decision one makes, but a calling one can’t resist.

Tricia lives in Dallas with her husband and dogs, and is a co-founder of the All The Kissing blog as well as a contributor to The Curvy Fashionista blog. Be on the look out for her newest, Protective Instincts, Book one of The Unlovabulls series in December, 2020. Her debut, Moonlight & Whiskey, is available now.

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