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 wake up clinging to a pillow that smells like Damion and I take a deep breath, enjoying the familiar fragrance. I roll onto my back with a big smile and open my eyes slowly, not wanting to let this dream end. 


"Good, you're up.” I look lovingly at the guy sitting on the side of the bed. This really is a great dream. 


“I was getting tired of your snoring." I jump up when reality hits me, pulling the covers with me. I look around frantically. And just like that, the dream ends and the asshole is back. 


“I don’t snore!” He laughs and then hands me a cup of coffee. 


I eagerly take a sip of the hot beverage. If I ever needed a cup of coffee it would be right now. 


"You drool too, little angel. Probably from dreaming about me naked." His nickname for me somehow always makes me feel special like I belong to him somehow. Well, at least it's 100% better than 'babe'. 


"Gmf!" I snort, but he's not far from being wrong about my dream. 


The beach walk