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

 These past few weeks were grueling – all I could do was think about Mel. We've been touring around Europe and Asia to promote our bikes. I was hoping Mel would join me, but she had some family issues she didn't want to talk about on the phone. Alejandro kept an eye on her for me, and according to my brother, she's distant, in her own world, and still feeling sick. 


Fuck-it, it’s been hell. I’ve never even thought about a girl more than five seconds, what to say minutes, hours, days, weeks! 


Kiara opens the door and it's as if the devil came knocking. Something is wrong. 


“Uh, Damion …. eh … hi! You’re back eventually. You look tired.” She doesn’t move to let me in and her face is a combination of guilt and fear. She tries to hide it. 


“We’ve missed you at the New Years' party.” 


Meeting the demons