September 28, 2015

Spotlight: My Secret to Tell by Natalie D. Richards – Excerpt and Giveaway



This October Natalie D. Richards releases her latest YA thriller, MY SECRET TO TELL. To celebrate, Natalie is here for a quick Q&A and has brought an excerpt to share!  Be sure to enter the giveaway found at the end of the post!

Was there a specific part in the book that you had an especially difficult time writing?  If so, why?

The action scenes are always tough to write, fight scenes, especially.  I can see everything visually, but crafting those scenes in words can be very dry and difficult.  After reaching out to several other authors, I’m relieved to be able to share this is a common complaint with writers!  Lots of us struggle with the high physical action scenes!


About Natalie D. Richards

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 second novel. Visit her on Twitter @natdrichards or at


Spotlight: My Secret to Tell by Natalie D. Richards – Excerpt and Giveaway

There was blood on his hands. Where was the guilt in his eyes?

Emmie's had a crush on her best friend's brother forever. Deacon is the town bad boy who's always in trouble, but she sees his soft side when he volunteers with her at the local animal shelter. She doesn't think he's dangerous…until he shows up in her bedroom with blood on his hands.

Deacon's father has been violently assaulted and Deacon is suspect number one. Emmie's smart enough to know how this looks, but she also knows Deacon's biggest secret—he's paralyzed by the sight of blood. She's sure he didn't do this. Or did he? Because even Deacon's own sister thinks he's guilty…

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My Secret to Tell by Natalie D. Richards
Published by: Sourcebooks Fire  on October 6, 2015






               My name lands somewhere between a hiccup and a sob, and my feet stall out on the sidewalk in front of my house. I adjust my grip on the phone, hoping I misheard her tone. This doesn’t sound like Chelsea. This voice is breathless.


               “I’m here,” I say. “What’s up? You don’t sound right.”

                “I’m not.” She takes a shuddery breath.

               My shirt’s sticking to my back and cicadas are click-buzzing the end of another blistering day, but I go cold. Something’s wrong.

               Wrong, wrong, wrong.

               “It’s my dad, Emmie,” she says. I can tell she’s crying.

               I grab my chest. It’s too tight. Burning. “What happened?”

               Her words all tumble out on top of one another, interrupted by shaky breaths. I try to pick out pieces that make sense. “He’s hurt—bleeding—we’re behind the ambulance and I can’t—he’s not—someone attacked him.”

               I start climbing the porch steps, because she’ll need me. I’m her best friend, so I should be there. I need to change clothes and go. “You’re on the way to the hospital, right? They’ll help him there.”

               Another sharp breath. “I don’t know if they can. He’s so bad. So bad.”

               My heart clenches. “Where are you?”

               “We’re almost there. Joel’s with me.”

               “Okay, good. I’m coming,” I say, crossing my porch and hauling my front door open. “Let me just call Mom. I’ll borrow the car.”

               Chelsea’s still crying when I storm down the hallway toward my bedroom.

               “Emmie, I can’t find Deacon…”

               “Your brother never answers his phone,” I say, pushing open my door. “I’ll run by the docks first and—”

               “No. No, he was there. He was at the house.”

               Chelsea makes a strangled sound, and I notice the liquid-thick heat in my bedroom. The kind of heat that tells me the air conditioner is broken. Or my window is open.

               My gaze drags to my fluttering white curtains, to the dark smudge on the windowsill.

               Chelsea’s voice goes low and raspy. “He ran, Emmie. God, he was there with Dad. He was in the house, but he ran.”

               I swivel with an invisible fist lodged in my throat. My bathroom door is open, a red-black smudge beneath the knob.

               My mouth goes dry, my pulse thumping slower than it should. Then I see the blood on the floor by my sink, and my heart tumbles end over end.

               “We’re here. I’ll call soon,” Chelsea says and hangs up.

               I see him, his back to my tub and his dark head bowed on one bent knee. Oh God.

               He’s covered in blood. It’s on his legs, his hands. Dripping onto my white tile floor. He looks up, and my heart goes strangely steady.

               I take a breath that tastes like purpose. “Deacon?”



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  1. Ange

    The Naturals by Jennifer Lynn Barnes. So dang good and freaky!


  2. Karen Mikusak

    I don’t have a particular favorite, but I’m a huge Stephen King fan.


  3. Judy Thomas

    I love Dean Koontz, Stephen King and Peter Straub. All thrillers are my faves :)


  4. Natalie D Richards

    Thank you so much for featuring My Secret to Tell on your blog! I super appreciate it!


  5. Melissa Morr

    Not really into thrillers that much.


  6. Wanda Bergman

    My favourite thriller right now is Odd Thomas by Dean Koontz.


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