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 wake up feeling a little squashed and I can’t move my legs. I open my eyes to find the root of it draped across my legs. I jump up. Shit. 


The almost naked girl falls over and lands on the floor with a soft moan. What the fuck? There is a girl on my bed, only wearing panties. I sneak a peek at the naked breasts glaring at me, the luscious body. She’s not ugly, I must admit that much, but I don’t feel any need to fuck her, nor do I want to. 


I passed out last night, exhausted after a grueling training session. I was so tired I fell asleep still wearing my racing outfit. 


What is she doing on my bed? I know nothing happened, but I for sure as hell don’t want any other girl near my bed or my body for that matter. Shit, what is Mel going to think about this? Will she believe me? I fucking hope so. I slam the back of the door with my palm, scaring the girl still sitting on the floor with her head in her hands. 


The setup