Author Spotlight & Review: One Was Lost by Natalie D. Richards

Posted September 26, 2016 by girlswit in Author Spotlight, Excerpt, Giveaway, Review / 0 Comments

Author Spotlight & Review: One Was Lost by Natalie D. RichardsOne Was Lost by Natalie D. Richards
Published by Sourcebooks Fire on October 4th,, 2016
Pages: 320
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Damaged. Deceptive. Dangerous. Darling. Are they labels or a warning? The answer could cost Sera everything.

Murder, justice, and revenge were so not a part of the plan when Sera set out on her senior camping trip. After all, hiking through the woods is supposed to be safe and uneventful.

Then one morning the group wakes up groggy, confused, and with words scrawled on their wrists: Damaged. Deceptive. Dangerous. Darling. Their supplies? Destroyed. Half their group? Gone. Their chaperone? Unconscious. Worst of all, they find four dolls acting out a murder—dolls dressed just like them.

Suddenly it's clear; they're being hunted. And with the only positive word on her wrist, Sera falls under suspicion…

After years as a professional paper-pusher, NATALIE D. RICHARDS decided to trade in reality for a life writing YA fiction. She lives in Ohio (Go Bucks!) with her husband, three children, and a ridiculously furry dog named Yeti. This is her third novel. Visit her on Twitter @natdrichards or at



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Lisa’s Review:   I received an advanced reading copy of this book from the publisher via Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.

TOTALLY LOVED IT!!! This book gave me the chills, increased my heart beat and made me want to bite my nails. It’s one of those kind of books that your too scared to continue and too enthralled not to.

The characters really made this book more intense for me. Each of them had their own issue which was played up and made it all seem more real. I loved all the characters. Well, except  for one. The main character, Sera, is just amazing for her the amount of growth she was able to achieve during the course of the horrific events is amazing, natural.

The mystery behind it all unraveled  perfectly and kept me guessing throughout. At one point I thought I put all the pieces together but found I was way off base. Simply artful execution.

The horror piece was what just enough description to make my mind envision the worse of the scene. It definitely made me grip my kindle tighter.

If you like mysteries with some horror this is a book for you. You will not be disappointed. A HUGE thanks to Sourcebooks for giving me the opportunity to read this book early.


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No one said anything about rain in the brochures. Not that there were brochures. There was a handwritten sign-up sheet in the cafeteria, followed by permission slips recycled from ghosts of field trips past. I’m not really sure why I was expecting a world-class production. Must be the director in me. I stumble under the weight of my pack, sloshing through a puddle. Cold water oozes through my boots and socks. So much for Mr. Walker’s plastic ponchos keeping us dry. I guess after six straight hours of rain, dry is relative anyway. “I hope you packed your dirty clothes in the plastic bags I handed out last night,” Mr. Walker booms from the front of the line. “They might stink, but they’ll be dry.” The other girls cringe a little at the idea—all except Ms. Brighton, our younger, cooler teacher guide. She’s very Zen about these things, nodding along in her crystal earrings and mud-dyed Gaia Mother T-shirt. I’m in the last half of the group, behind Jude with his ever-present earbuds and imperious gaze. Since I’m five-two, the back of his poncho is about all I can see, but it’s better than looking at Lucas. Anything’s better than looking at Lucas.

Even behind me, I can feel him. Looming. Everyone’s tall measured against me, but Lucas is ridiculous. He towers. If there were actually a sun to be found in this Appalachian monsoon, his shoulders would cast a shadow you could hide two of me in. I have no idea what you have to eat to grow like that. Corn? Eggs? Small children?

I trudge onward, slowing to shift my backpack. The right strap is digging a painful trench into my shoulder, and I can’t find a way to move it. My poncho slips with the effort, and a river of icy water slithers down my back.

“Holy crap!” I say, arching in a futile effort to escape.

“Keep moving, Spielberg,” Lucas says behind me.

I grit my teeth and walk on. If I respond, I might have to look at him, and I’ve worked very hard not to do that. I’ve not looked for sixty-two days. It’s a pretty good track record. I’m not going to wreck it just because he ended up on my Senior Life Experience Mission. At the last possible minute, no less.

“Is this really top speed for you?” he asks, sounding like he’s on the verge of a laugh.

I stare at the line of backpacks and ponchos ahead of me, resist­ing the urge to snap back at him. I need to be the bigger person here. It’s not like I don’t know why he’s picking at me.

“Still sticking with the silent treatment?” he asks. “Gotta give it to you, you’re committed. Slow-moving as shit but committed.”

OK, I’m bigger personed out.

I whirl around. I shouldn’t—I know I shouldn’t—but the words blurt out. “Newsflash, Lucas! I’m moving as fast as I can. Not all of us are loping around with giraffe legs like you, so if you’re in such a rush, feel free to move ahead.”

He steps closer, and it happens. I see him. Really see him.

Fricking crap.

He tilts his head until his face is visible inside his plastic hood. How does he do it? He’s just as wet and miserable as the rest of us, but somehow, he’s owning the hell out of a poncho that makes me look like I need a zip tie and a trip to the curb.

I should walk away, at least look away. Lucas is all sharp lines and hooded eyes, and I should have learned my lesson. Because standing here brings me right back to that night on the porch. My ears go buzzy with the memory of crickets singing and the backdrop of the cast party inside. My face tingles because I remember other things too—his scratchy jaw and soft mouth and my heart beating faster than it ever should.

My gaze drifts to his smirk and lead pools in my stomach. That’s what I’m really mad about. It’s not his teasing or the rain or anything else. It’s the fact that he turns me into the same flut­tery mess I was all summer. He still turns me into my mother, and I hate it.

I try to move away, but he catches the edge of my poncho— keeps me facing him. “Huh.”

I cross my arms. “Huh, what?”

“Look who suddenly remembers me,” he says softly.


“I won’t,” he says, though his grin needs a parental advisory label. “I didn’t then, did—”

Lightning flashes, bright enough that we both jerk.

One Mississippi.

Two Mississ—

The sound that follows is like the sky being torn in two. It ends with a bone-deep rumble that rattles the ground and bunches my spine. I close my eyes and take a breath, yoga-slow. It doesn’t cleanse anything, so I try another.

Across from me, Lucas is searching the sky. I take the oppor­tunity to turn and bolt ahead on the trail. Not that there’s anywhere to go. Away from him is good enough.

I plow into Jude’s back in my eagerness to escape. He spares me one millisecond of irritation, and then he’s back to pretending we’re all part of the scenery.

The trail widens here, or maybe the forest is less dense. Who knows? It gives me enough room to move past Jude until I’m next to Emily, my tent mate for the last two nights.

Emily looks back at me—a sparkle of dark eyes under her poncho—and her mouth twitches. Is she smiling at me? That’s new.

“Some trip, right?” I ask.

She ducks her head. And that’s as close to a conversation as we’ve gotten. I sigh. We have three more days of awkwardness in the woods. Three. More. Days.

“Hold up.” Mr. Walker is ultra-alert. “Everybody stay right here. Don’t move.”





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