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

“Hi, seems you’ve been abanded. Mind if I sit down?” Alejandro flings himself in the chair, not waiting for an invitation and I’m so glad I can kiss him right now. 


“Damn, am I glad to see you! What are you doing here?” I’m hoping he’s not on a date or something. 


“Was in the neighborhood and felt hungry. I saw you walk in. Seems like everybody is here tonight.” Firstly I wonder what he was doing in this part of town, secondly, I wonder who else is here cause at this moment I’m not in the mood for more company. 


“Did you eat already?” I ask, hoping he hasn’t. 


“Nope, was just about to order. Want to get a burger with me?” I nod overeagerly, feeling rather hungry. He orders cheeseburgers and milkshakes, smiling at the young waitress. She can’t seem to keep her eyes away from him. 


Date crushing