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

I jump onto Axel’s back, falling over his head onto his lap. He tickles me and I eagerly roll away to sit next to Kiara. Axel only has classes one day a week, so having him here is always a special occasion for me. 


He hands me a large sandwich and I take a big bite, chewing slowly. I’m starving and this sandwich is delicious so I utter a soft satisfying moan. A silence falls over the group and I open my eyes, just to see everybody looking at me amused. 


Noah walks up to us, talking on his phone. He seems distracted, his free hand running through his deep red hair. 


“So are we doing something?” Jesse asks looking around the group. We’re all finished with our classes for the day. 


“I’m going for a run and then off to see Hawk. After that, dance class.” 


“Ug, way too energetic for my like,” Jesse snort, “I was thinking more along the lines of a movie or something.” 


The universe hates me