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

Boring, boring, boring! Can anything be worse than going from one place of waiting for tests to the next place waiting again for more tests? At least I’m about halfway through, just a brain scan left, but they’re making me wait, an emergency got shifted in before me. 


I understand the situation, it’s just that I’m not very good at waiting and sitting still for long. My leg is bumping up and down impatiently, waiting is definitely not my strongest point, neither is patience. I can’t help it if sitting still is something I’m struggling with, always has. A sly smile creeps over my face, thinking of the number of times I got in trouble at school for this exact reason. This is the worst part of my job, my quarterly checkup that Dean insists on. 


The war has begun