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

Kiara grabs some sand in her hand and lets it flow through her fingers. I wiggle my toes, digging my feet into the sand watching as the guys throw some wood onto the fire. They’re busy making a bonfire a few feet away on the beach to give off some light and heat. I took a shower after being sprayed with champagne and am now dressed in one of Damion’s sweatshirts over some jeans. Luckily I’ve collected a stash pile of my clothes hidden in one of his cupboards for the days I stay over. 


“So what do you think about that Sean guy?” Kiara asks out of the blue. 


Truth or dare