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 lean against the door and look at the people sitting around the table. I can’t believe it’s already Christmas, not that I have anything to celebrate this year. These last few weeks I’ve been living in hell – the deepest pits of the abode of the damned is where I got stuck. Yep, I’m burning in the other world, my heart in a state of ill-being due to one girl’s deception. 


A girl I love so much, that I can’t seem to live without anymore, even if she dropped me into the eternal damnation. I’m not sure exactly where it started going wrong, but I just know it did. First I went to Europe for my last race, and that’s where the boulder started rolling downhill – with fucking great speed. I missed Mel so much that I drowned my sorrows and longing in the pubs, but it didn’t work - it just landed me in trouble and I started fights everywhere I went. Yep, STARTING fights, drawing blood first. 


Fatal attraction