Blessed Fate by H.B. Heinzer blog tour: Excerpt & Giveaway!

Colton Bradford never believed in love at first sight. And then, Rain Maxwell walked through his buddy's front door. He knew there was something special underneath the shy, guarded exterior and was determined to find out what it was.

The problem? Rain had devised her own set of life rules and “Never get involved with a band mate” was right near the top of that list. She allowed Colton into her heart as one of her closest friends, but pushed him away at the mention of anything more.

When tragedy strikes Rain's personal life, Colton is determined to be there for her in whatever way she'll allow. Will she finally open up to him and consider taking things to the next level? Will Colton's ways of trying to bury his feelings for Rain in the past ruin the possibility of a future for them?

“So, you mean to tell me you've been sleeping back there for over a month and you still haven't gotten laid?” Jon eyed me over his coffee cup suspiciously.

No one understood the dynamic of my friendship with Rain, least of all Jon. He was the one who knew exactly how I felt about her and how long those feelings had been festering. I was growing more and more frustrated every day, but I didn't want to screw up the quiet time I had with her by pushing the issue.

“No, I haven't gotten laid. Thank you very much, asshole, for pointing that one out to me.” I poured myself a cup of coffee and slid onto the bench across from him. “How many times did she turn me down when I asked her out to dinner? You really think asking her to fuck would go any better? Not going to go there...”

“You really are dense, aren't you?” Sometimes, Jon acted more like a half-rate shrink than a drummer. “She could have kicked your ass back into the stack once you were feeling better, but she didn't. That means she obviously feels something for you, too. I say you go for it. Take her for a ride on the bike, go to dinner and see where it goes. Oh, but you might want to refrain from 'asking her to fuck.'” He made air quotes around the last part.

I shook my head and stared out the window. “I don't see it happening. Just drop it before she hears you. Please.” I didn't care if it made me seem like some sort of weak pansy. Rain had always been one of the most stubborn people I knew, which meant that I had to play by her rules, no matter how long it took. Until then, I would take the little she had to offer and resort to dates with my right hand every chance I got. “But I do think you're onto something with the bike ride. We haven't done that since we got out here.”

“That's my boy,” Jon laughed, thumping my back as he passed me to refill his mug.

“Not like that. God, is sex all you think about?” With his light blue eyes and long, curly black hair that most women would die for, Jon had no problems in that department. Well, unless you counted trying to decide which bimbo to take into a dark room or closet each night. Seeing the way Rain rolled her eyes as he surveyed “the buffet,” as she called it, was the only thing keeping me from following his lead.

“Well, not the only thing, but yeah, it's pretty high up there. Seriously, you're young, you're single and the girls love you. You need to either shit or get off the pot with that one.” He pointed over his shoulder to the bedroom and I prayed she was still sleeping. “At least you hooked up from time to time when we were still in Portland. Maybe you need to fly one of your booty calls out because you've been getting pissy lately and Doctor Jon says getting some is the cure.”

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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 hbheinzer@gmail.com with questions, comments or even a good joke!

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