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 with a jump, coughing frantically as a bunch of water is dumped on my face. I holler as the now wet shirt clings to my body and I glare to find whoever is responsible for this brutality. My eyes fall on my oh so lovely doggone cotton-picking brother, the evidence of the crime still in his hand. He grins from ear to ear before sprinting from the room. 


“Jackson blooming Blackburn!” I scream while pulling back the blanket from my soaked body and bolt after him. 


“I’m going to kill you and then make sure your sperm can’t reproduce!” I hear him howling from somewhere in the house and I run down the stairs and point-blank into a hard chest. Strong arms grab my waist and hoist me in the air before I can fall smack on my face. 


No laughing matter