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

“Let’s get ready, guys.” I push the button and the bookshelf moves, displaying the winding staircase that leads downstairs. Some people are surprised, seeing the hidden room for the first time, some have seen it before. 


 I grab two more sandwiches from the kitchen table and slam my arm around my mom. The devastation I see in her eyes mirrors mine, hers just lacks the darkness I know is stuffed behind my soul. 


Logan arrives with Jesse and Noah, carrying some duffle bags. We also walk down the stairs. 


This secret room is more than just a garage for the racing bikes, it is also one of the most sophisticated rooms any spying agency could ever want, thanks to the Blackburn company. Logan drops the bags on the floor and drags Jesse to get acquainted with the high-tech computer area. 


Haunted history