Standing at the altar with Nairn Strickland, Lyla Malloy knows that her quiet life is a thing of the past. For the next three months anyway.
Taking part in a reality TV show was so unlike her, but that was sort of the point.
Lyla laughs, she cries, and she feels more than she ever has in her life. Trick's more than the cocky, handsy, late-night TV personality he plays so well. So much more. It doesn't take long for him to begin schooling her in life's pleasures... including the most intimate ones.
Warning: Contains explicit language and imagery. Suitable only for ages 18 and over.
Excerpt from Getting Tricky...
"I don't know how to read a compass," Sadie said coming over to where Lyla was sitting on one of the concrete picnic tables erected outside the fort.
The producer, who wasn't here as a producer but as one of Trick's colleagues, was looking at the plastic device that she was holding up in the air like a cell phone.
Standing on the bench, Lyla turned Sadie and put her arm around her to reposition the compass flat. "Just keep turning until the needle points north," Lyla said, looking at the compass over Sadie's shoulder.
"How do I know which way to turn?" Sadie asked, going clockwise, then counter-clockwise.
Lyla laughed. "It doesn't matter, you'll get there eventually."
While still wrapped around Sadie, Lyla could only go so far before she came to the edge of the bench and when they got to that limit, both women laughed. "What's all the hilarity?" Trick asked, coming over.
"There's to be no jokes I'm not in on."
Sadie took her eyes from the compass to glance at him. "Lyla's making my needle point north," she said.
Trick got to them and leaned in to whisper to his friend. "Don't beat yourself up, she does the same thing to mine."
