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

“You want some ice-cream?” I jump on Kiara’s bed suddenly craving a delicious snack and needing some TLC from my best friend. She runs into the bathroom. 


“I’ll be with you in two secs!” she shouts. 


I scoop a large helping of ice-cream in two bowls and then I take out the jar of pickles and throw some on top of mine before covering it with peanut butter, jam, and chocolate sauce. This is weird, even for me, but something is making me want this so bad. I take my phone and sit on the sofa eating my new favorite snack. Kiara jumps over the back of the sofa and takes a huge bite of her plain ice cream, moaning softly. 


"Mmmmm, this is fabulous!” I tell her about the misunderstanding between me and Damion and everything that happened between us, about Chloe and Alejandro. Reaper tries to steal some of my bowl of weirdness and I shoe him off by tapping on his nose with my finger. 


A little bean