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

“Soooo, those guys seem nice,” Kiara says and I nod in agreement, ”but there’s just something about Alejandro that I can’t put my finger on. It’s as if he’s hiding some big secret.” 


“The same here. Maybe it’s because he’s so good-looking.” 


“As if we don’t have enough sexy hotheads in our lives already,” she grunts, and then her face changes. “Care to tell me why I had to cope with a drunk-ass friend last night?” 


“I’m not sure. Everything was fine until Damion showed up and put his hand on my leg and …” Kiara interrupts me with a little squeal. 


“Focus bitch, he put his hand on my leg … but I removed it and then we held hands, but not willingly – he forced me. Do you get something like hand-rape … cause that’s what he did?” 


“OMG, NO!” Another interruption and she wiggles her eyebrows, a huge grin across her face, “How was it? I bet he’s awesome with his hands.” 


I was drunk