The Biker's Rules

“Hi there. Have you ever heard of the San Francisco Boys? No? That's surprising. They're kind of hard to miss - masks, billions of followers on YouTube, death-defying stunts that make your heart stop mid-beat. Reckless. Untouchable. Addictive to watch. Yeah ... those guys. BUT ... these stories ain't really about them. Not exactly. They're about the girls who get pulled into their chaos ... and survive. About what happens when one of those boys stops being a legend... and becomes your worst mistake. How do I know? Because I'm one of those girls. Melaena Angélica Blackburn. A girl who fell for a San Francisco boy. Damion Grimm. All-time playboy. Professional pain in my ass. Double world champion. Thrill chaser with a death wish and a god complex. He lives by the rules - HIS rules. Ride hard. Screw fast. Feel nothing. That's how he keeps his demons on a leash. He doesn't do blondes. He doesn't do promises. And he sure as hell doesn't do me - his best friend's little sister. You should understand - I didn't choose this. No. He shattered me first. And maybe I've hated him ever since ... or maybe I just needed a reason to. Because here's the thing about hate ... it starts to feel a lot like something else when it burns hot enough. And here's the thing about my family ... the Blackburn name is cursed. My psycho grandfather? Yeah. Even death didn't shut him up. Old enemies crawl back. Secrets crack open. Monsters rise. And I learn real fast that evil doesn't always look like a monster. Sometimes it wears a familiar face. Control slips. Lines blur. Fate? She's a cruel bitch. But I'm not the girl who breaks. I'm the one who burns. And if I want love ... I'm going to have to break every damn rule to get it.”