It was just one night away. I had no idea how devastating it would be...
My sister said I deserved a break. She offered to babysit so that my husband and I could have one night away, remember who we used to be before the sleepless nights.
But the next morning my phone rings. My sister is hysterical. Mabel's cot is empty. My little girl is gone.
I race home with a horrible sick feeling flooding my stomach. The little sleepsuits still hang on the radiator but there is no gurgling or cooing on the baby monitor - just silence.
Now the police are questioning everyone. My sister, my husband, the girls from my baby group.
I want my little girl back more than anything and I will do whatever it takes. But I have a secret... Could the darkness in my past have put my baby at risk?
A truly gripping psychological thriller of manipulation and betrayal from bestselling author Jess Ryder. The Night Away will have you hooked until the final devastating revelation. Perfect for fans of The Girl on the Train or The Woman in the Window.
What everyone is saying about The Night Away:
'I started this book late on a Friday night and stayed up until I could finish it. This book is unputdownable... The first chapter of this book is one of the creepiest things I have ever read. The Night Away has the reader doing double takes at each turn in this book. There are so many twists that I felt like I had whiplash at the end. Again, unputdownable. I loved this book.' Goodreads Reviewer, ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
'I seriously could NOT put this book down It had me hooked from the beginning to the end. My mind was racing trying to figure out these secrets and once revealed my mind was blown. The author kept me guessing until the very end. Add this book to your reading list, you won't be disappointed ' Goodreads Reviewer, ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐




It was just one night away. I had no idea how devastating it would be...
My sister said I deserved a break. She offered to babysit so that my husband and I could have one night away, remember who we used to be before the sleepless nights.
But the next morning my phone rings. My sister is hysterical. Mabel's cot is empty. My little girl is gone.
I race home with a horrible sick feeling flooding my stomach. The little sleepsuits still hang on the radiator but there is no gurgling or cooing on the baby monitor - just silence.
Now the police are questioning eve