A San Francisco boy.
Double world champion.
Famous bad boy.
Adrenaline junky.
And my brother's best friend.

He seeks to control his guilt.  I like the feeling of chaos inside.

He hurt me.  I hate him ... but love and hate sometimes are indistinguishable.

Damion Grimm lives by the rules.  HIS rules.  Rules he never ever breaks.  Fast bikes, fast brunets, fast life.  That's how he copes.

He doesn't do relationships.  Especially not with his best friend's little BLONDE virgin sister.  I'm not his type.

But when my family's past comes back to haunt me, I learn that things are not always as they appear. 

Sometimes monsters like to hide.  Sometimes bad boys can have wings.  Sometimes hate can be love.  Sometimes control can be lost.  Sometimes sex can create miracle beans.

But most importantly - I've learned that you can always make new rules.

The Biker's Rules

Kiara walks with me up to the impressive multi-storage building wrapped in a glass curtain wall with steel mullions that catch the sun, forming a breathtaking kaleidoscopic façade. I have a hell of a headache after last night’s episode and the sunglasses and pain killers are not helping, leaving me cranky and in serious need of my bed. She explained what happened with Damion and it feels as if I can just sink away into a hole and disappear. 


He’s not going to let me forget that, like in ever. Kiara lets go of my hand when we reach the door. I plop another chocolate into my mouth. Apparently, the box of sweetness was waiting at our door when Kiara got home. The card is in the same style as the previous ones from D, but at least he has good taste, these chocolates are divine. 


“I’ll see you for lunch on the grass, bitch.” She smiles when I groan and put my hands on the sides of my temples, squeezing them. Damn this headache. 


Hangover blues