Blog Tour: Teaser for BLESSED TRAGEDY by HB Heinzer
Maddie Neumann died the day she pulled away from her parents’ house determined to make her dreams come true. She wasn’t the perfect little princess she’d been raised to be, all she wanted to do was rock. Everything Maddie was tucked away in a box to allow for her re-birth as Rain Maxwell; a badass rocker who answered to no one and lived by her own set of rules.
Rain’s world is shattered with one phone call from her estranged family. No sooner does she get home than everything she thought she knew about her life starts changing.
Colton Bradford knew there was something special about Rain the moment they first met. Unfortunately, she had a hard and fast rule about dating a bandmate so he was stuck in the friends zone. When Rain is going through her own personal hell, will Colton finally be able to make her see how he feels and convince her to take a chance on love?
“Okay, so why not end this silly ass game you’re playing and say you’ll give us a shot? Because you know I’m right, the sex would be epic. Mind blowing. We’ll make the crew on the other bus blush.” I laughed at Colton wiggling his eyebrows and shook my head.
“You really think pretty highly of yourself, don’t you?” I still hadn’t answered him, mostly because I felt like the words didn’t need to be said at that point. He was right, we’d been living as a couple and there was no way to shut up the gossip rags, especially when they were essentially telling the truth. The funny thing was they had no clue they were reporting accurate information for once in their miserable existence.
“I do. And you know I’m right.” Colton moved to my side of the table and wrapped his arms around me. “So, does that mean you’re done fighting me about this?”
“You know, you really make me sound like a bitch when you put it that way.”
“No, I’m pretty sure you’re the one who called yourself a psycho bitch after the last time I brought up the subject. I’m just asking if you’re conceding?”
I rolled my eyes at him. “No, I’m not conceding That makes it sound like I’m defeated, and that somehow seems the opposite of how you should feel going into a new relationship.”
Colton practically jumped out of the bench seating pulling me with him. The next thing I knew, he was spinning me around in the aisle and his lips were crushing mine repeatedly. “Thank you,” he said without pulling his lips from mine.
About the Author
Some writers can tell you what book piqued their interest in writing a book of their own. I can’t. Other authors tell you the name of a teacher who influenced and encouraged them to write. The only English teacher I can remember probably does deserve some of the credit for my success because she was one of the hardest teachers I ever had. Honestly, I don’t know why I write; all I know is it’s one of two things I can do that makes me feel completely free.
The first “official” writing I did was as a fifteen year old high school sophomore. My dad was part of an APAzine and, for whatever reason, I started guest writing on his zine. That led to me getting a zine of my own in the Turbo Charged Party Animal APA. Rope the Moon (named after the John Michael Montgomery song and a nod to my dad’s influence on me) was the ramblings of a child in a world of adults.
I was held to a high standard because most of the contributors were my dad’s age. They were somewhat hesitant to allow a kid in, but they voted me in after those guest contributions. To this day, I feel blessed to consider some of those members friends.
Sometime after high school, life got in the way of my dreams. They keyboard was dusty. Looking back, that’s also when I felt my most restless. After my daughter was born, I started my first blog, More Than Mom, as a way to vent about my struggle to hold onto the identity I’d owned for 27 years.
In 2006, I heard about NaNoWriMo for the first time. I jumped in with the enthusiasm of anyone who’s never tried to write a 50,000 word novel in a month. It was a damn good story. Did I mention I’d never written anything of that length before? Yeah, that’s important because it means I never lost a work in progress of that length before. It was November 14th and I was over 24,000 words when my hard drive failed. And with the loss of my manuscript, I lost the drive to write for a while.
In 2012, I attempted NaNoWriMo again, this time saving in so many places I’m sure I’ll be finding partial copies of Bent everywhere until the day I die. The thing they don’t tell you with NaNo? When you hit 50,000 words, that doesn’t mean you’re done writing! So, I kept writing until I was done. And then I edited. And edited some more. Deleted a bunch of scenes, added others in. Had some trusted friends and mentors read it and then tweaked it some more.
In January 2013, I made the single scariest click of my mouse that I will ever make. I published Bent. It’s been a whirlwind year and it keeps picking up pace but I’ve never before felt so blessed to be where I am!
I’d love to hear from you! Feel free to email me at firstname.lastname@example.org with questions, comments or even a good joke!