“Heather Thomas takes us on a thrill ride through the wilds of Hollywood in this stiletto-sharp, wicked, adrenalin-rush of a debut that will leave you breathless for more. As much fun as a pitcher of blended margaritas, without the hangover!”
-Gigi Levangie Grazer
 
Heather Thomas - grew up in Santa Monica in the ‘60s, California’s golden Mesozoic age, when public schools were the envy of the nation and teachers lived on the same streets as Aerospace executives. As the daughter of a PHD psychologist dad and a stay-at-home-mom-with-a-masters and the younger sibling of a genius older sister, Heather knew that the family academic bar was kind of high. But her straight-A report cards were sequels when inserted into dinner table quantum physics discussions and so early on, she sought to establish her own identity and interests outside the family smartypants nest.

After much experimentation, Heather found she excelled in “surf babe,” “ditching to party ”and “bucking unjust authority” and as long as she maintained high grades in accelerated classes and participated in mealtime mental Olympics, her parents were none the wiser. In those days, you could hitchhike to Baja to surf for the day or join a farm workers’ picket line, as long as you were home before the streetlights came on. But the role Heather relished most was that of storyteller and she rarely missed writing, directing or acting opportunities in student productions.

Both theater and academics paid off when casting agents visited her junior high school asking for big-mouth smart kids with stage presence. She quickly landed her first professional role as one of the hosts of “Talking with a Giant,” an NBC Saturday morning talk show series where kids both wrote the questions and interviewed the guests on camera. Although she wasn’t thrilled that her work was network-censored (There were only so many questions one could ask Kenny Rogers about “Something’s Burning” before straying towards his personal life) the job paid well over three years and enabled Heather to purchase a pretty sweet car, helpful in ditching classes at Santa Monica High or ferrying her to/from her lifeguard job. That same car drove her away to UCLA where she enrolled as a Theater Arts major and pledged Chi Omega sorority.

Cast as a go-go dancer in David Rabe’s “In the Boom Boom Room,” Heather performed a seven minute solo during a set-change clad in a Band-Aid-sized cowgirl costume. By the third performance, she landed an agent. Acting came naturally to Heather, whose natural existence was multiple role-playing.

At the same time, she had been accepted into UCLA’s prestigious Film and Television department so she was delighted that the acting work paid for all her project equipment. Of course she exaggerated her skills with casting agents often with disastrous and painful results, such as the milk commercial that required an expert ice skater (which she was not) or a spot for a popular cracker that had her munching crackers take after take atop a mechanical bull.

Upon graduation, she dreamed of becoming the next Lina Wertmuller by entering the Assistant Directors program. Instead, she became the next pin-up when she was cast opposite Lee Majors in ABC television’s “The Fall Guy” as stuntwoman “Jody Banks.” The show exploded into an international hit in no less than 72 countries while no fraternity closet or garage workbench was without a Heather Thomas pink bikini poster; the highest selling of its kind in history.

The next seven years were about fame, fast cars, bar fights, bikinis and hot rollers for Heather as well as opportunities to use her celebrity power to create social change. Unfortunately, they were also about stalkers, tabloids, bodyguards and an “oops” marriage that lasted less than six months. At the close of the series, Heather filed for divorce and fled the country to star in a German movie which shot in far, far away Sri Lanka in order to get some peace (and sapphires.)

Upon returning, Heather had a chance meeting with her old friend, entertainment lawyer Skip Brittenham, who revealed that his marriage too, was at an end. Sharing a common predicament, they began meeting on a regular basis for “dine and whine.” Grousing soon turned into love and after bonding with Skip’s children and the rest of his family, Heather was put to the ultimate test: Fly fishing. It only took one trip for Skip to discover that she not only instantly loved and excelled in the sport, she was competitive. They were wed in 1992. The secret to their marriage: separate boats.

Heather found that entering the political and philanthropic scene as a new Hollywood wife of a highly respected and successful entertainment attorney was like running through a pack of dogs with a salami tied around your waist since these organizations cannot exist without a steady diet of fresh wives with fresh guest lists. She was instantly courted by a million organizations and concerns, finally gravitating towards environmentalism, progressive politics, feminism, and combating sexual assault. Heather joined boards and proved her chops as a fundraiser and advocate in-between acting stints.

But being away on location was no way to raise young stepdaughters. Heather decided to stay home, delve deeper into activism, start a farm and make use of her film degree and acting experience by turning to screenwriting. She found the profession not only satisfying, but very lucrative, selling three movies and four television pilots in a row.

However, selling scripts was easier than seeing them made into movies or series and after one particularly grueling episode writing and producing an animated pilot only to learn that the network had suddenly reinvented itself as “dude-vision,” she took the advice of a girlfriend and pitched a novel about a world with which she was now intimately familiar. The result was her first novel, TROPHIES.

Heather is the mother of a seven year old reincarnation of Ethel Merman and step-mother to yet another attorney and a singer/songwriter, both in their twenties. She is also a former Jackson Hole One-fly winning fly-fishing team member, a closet farmer and a seasoned force to be reckoned with when championing environmental, political and social causes, hosting political fundraisers, lobbying senators and representatives in Washington and California on behalf of the NRDC. She sits on the advisory boards of The Rape Foundation, Amazon Conservation team and Air America. She is co-founder and host of the L.A. Café, a progressive political salon partnered with Center for American Progress that introduces leaders from the entertainment, media journalists and philanthropic communities to both emerging and esteemed national organizers whose mission is to create lasting progressive change in US politics.

In her spare time, Heather grows organic Brandywine tomatoes the size of your head.