SHARI J. RYAN
—INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLING AUTHOR—
OUT NOW: The Homemaker: An utterly unputdownable psychological thriller packed with heart-pounding twists
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It's release day for THE HOMEMAKER: An utterly unputdownable psychological thriller packed with heart-pounding twists!
I'm not going to lie... The nerves are real today (as you can probably see in my awkward video haha).
I feel so fortunate that Bookouture has given me the opportunity to spread my wings into an additional genre, one that excites me SO much!
If you enjoy Psychological Thrillers, make sure to give my new one a try!
What early readers are saying about The Homemaker:
“UNREAL, sooooooo good!… What a plot, I ABSOLUTELY LOVED this novel… I’m sad I’m done reading it.” Goodreads reviewer
“What did I just read??!! I’m speechless… So flipping good… Grasps you from the first page until the last word. The twists and turns make this one book you won’t be able to put down. Be prepared to dive in and not come up for air until you hit the end!” Goodreads reviewer
“This story was sooo good… Boy oh boy the writer had twists up her sleeve I did not see coming… Left me sitting with my mouth wide open… I am a big fan. 5 stars.” B For Book Review
“Everything about this book pulled me in… I was completely engrossed… Thrilling and twisted. The twists and turns were epic and left me gobsmacked… A must read.” @onceuponatimebookreviews
BACK COVER DESCRIPTION
I pull back the blanket to take another peek at my beautiful baby boy. My heart flatlines. He isn’t there. “Where is he?” I cry, my whole body trembling. But my husband just shakes his head. “Darling… we don’t have a baby.”
What is he talking about? Stumbling to my feet, I look frantically at the highchair, the playmat in the corner, the sofa. I need to find my little boy.
Limbs like ice, I rush toward the stairs, shouting my son’s name. But my husband grabs my arms and gently reminds me there is no baby here.
I can’t listen. I don’t understand how our child isn’t in our home. I don’t know who could have taken him. I just know I have to find him.
Climbing the stairs two at a time, my hand is already stretching toward the nursery door, but my husband overtakes, blocking my way.
He forces me to face him. I think I can hear the baby mobile over the crib. I can practically smell the newborn smell. But my husband sighs and shakes his head.
He says it again, firmly this time, as a tear tracks down my cheek: “We don’t have a baby.”
I blink rapidly, my breathing ragged. I think he expects me to agree. But I know that my son is real. I can feel his weight in my arms. And I will stop at nothing to get him back…
Thank you for your support, and happy reading!
Shari
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