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 know it would probably cause a revolution or the next World War if this was a real date. I slip my phone back into my pants. Damion looks at his phone and reads the messages and before I can say anything he shakes his head laughing. 


"They gave permission it seems as long as I keep my pants on. So what's your answer?" He looks straight into my eyes and catawampus, I do want to go on a date with him, but not until he decides what he truly wants. 


"Maybe, but before we date, let's play 20 questions ... to get to know each other a little better," I throw the bone out there, hoping to get him to open up a bit. 


"Huh?" He looks down at me as a small wave splash over our feet and I condemn those eyes of him. 


"Favourite TV series?" I ask to get things going. 


"Vampire Diaries. There's just something about it that keeps me glued to the screen." 


20 Questions