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 love you.” It was just a whisper, but it was clear enough. I don’t think she meant to say it out loud, but it made my heart stop and it brought tears to my eyes. I still can’t believe it. Maybe I was just dreaming or hearing voices. Could it be true? But the better question - am I worthy of her love? I pull Mel closer, tracing the contours of her arm with my finger. She’s perfect in every way. I switch on the TV and scroll through the channels until I land on Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s stone. 


There’s no way I’m going to get some sleep now. I take her hair twisting it with my fingers and it’s soft and silky like … flip … like something soft and silky … my brain is a bit of a mooch right now so I can’t entirely think straight. After years of wanting Mel and dreaming about her, it happened, it really fucking happened and it’s way better than any dream. I kissed Mel, touched her, tasted her, and made love to her. 


Hooked