Tuesday, June 21, 2016

The Space Between Sisters {+ Giveaway}

I’m excited to be participating in the blog tour for THE SPACE BETWEEN SISTERS by New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Mary McNear.

As part of the tour, Mary is sharing excerpt from her new release. In addition, at the end of the tour one person will be selected to win a copy of THE SPACE BETWEEN SISTERS. Please see the end of the post for more giveaway details.

Mary returns to her beloved Butternut Lake in a story where the complicated bonds of sisterhood are tested, long kept secrets are revealed, and love is discovered... all during one unforgettable summer at the lake.

Win and Poppy are two sisters who couldn’t be more different. Win is organized, responsible, and plans her life with care. Poppy is impulsive and undependable, leaving others to pick up the pieces of her life. But despite their differences, they share memories of the idyllic childhood summers they spent together on the shores of Butternut Lake. Now, thirteen years later, Win, recovering from a personal tragedy, has taken refuge on Butternut Lake, settling into a predictable and quiet life.
          Then one night, Poppy unexpectedly shows up on her sister’s doorstep with her suitcases, an aging cat named Sasquatch, and a mysterious man in tow. Although Win loves her beautiful sister, she wasn’t expecting her to move in for the summer. At first, they relive the joys of Butternut Lake. But their blissful nostalgia soon gives way to conflict, and painful memories and buried secrets threaten to tear the sisters apart. As the waning days of summer get shorter, past secrets are revealed, new love is found, and the ties between the sisters are tested like never before… all on the serene shores of Butternut Lake.
*Here's an excerpt from this fascinating book for your reading pleasure.

          Look, there’s a driveway, Poppy said. And there’s a cabin at the end of it, too. You can see its lights through the trees.”
“All right, Everett said. But if my car breaks down, Im not knocking on that door. I’ve seen that movie, too. We spend the night there, and when we wake up in the morning, we discover that our kidneys have been harvested.
Ugh, Poppy said, wincing. “I had no idea you were so dark, Everett.”
“No? he said, with a trace of a smile. It’s amazing how much you can learn about someone on a two-hundred-and-forty-mile drive.”
“That’s true,” Poppy mused. “So, what have you learned about me? she asked. She wasnt being flirtatious. She was just curious.
I’ve learned . . . He looked over at her, speculatively. I’ve learned that you think corn nuts are revolting.
“That’s because they are revolting.”
Corn nuts, Everett said, concentrating on another turn, are the ultimate road trip food.
“Not even close, Poppy said. Because that would obviously be Red Vines.
“Yeah, I dont think so, Everett said. “I mean, they have, like, zero nutritional value, unless you count whatever’s in the red dye, and—”
“Oh, my God, look, Poppy said, excitedly, of the driveway they were passing. Beside it a large sign with a wintery pinecone painted on it spelled out white pines.
What’s that? Everett asked.
It’s a resort, and it means that we are now exactly three miles away from my grandparents’ cabin. I mean, my sister’s cabin,” she amended, feeling that familiar jab of resentment she felt whenever she was reminded of the fact that this beloved piece of family real estate had been passed down to Win, and only Win, three years ago. This resentment was part of the reason that Poppy had avoided coming to Butternut Lake since Win had moved here year-round a couple of years ago. But if there was any comfort to be found in Win being the one to own the cabin, it was in knowing that she would never sell it; it meant as much to her as it did to Poppy.
Poppy and Win had spent all of their childhood summers here until Poppy was sixteen and Win was fifteen (they were thirteen months apart), and Poppy, who was just shy of thirty, could still remember every detail of the cabin. It stood on a small bluff, just above Butternut Lake, and its dark brown clapboard exterior was brightened by cheerful window boxes that overflowed with geraniums. And the homey touches continued inside: colorful rag rugs, knotted pine furniture, red-checked slipcovers on sofas and chairs. The living room, everyone’s favorite room, was as comfortable as an old shoe, with its fieldstone fireplace, and its old record player and collection of albums (some of which dated back to the 1950s). In one corner, there was a slightly wobbly card table for playing gin rummy, and on the shelf next to the table, a collection of hand-painted duck decoys. Mounted on the wall above the mantelpiece was the prized three-foot walleyed pike that had not gotten away from their grandfather. The living room windows looked out on a flagstone patio, their grandmother’s begonia garden, and a slope of mossy lawn leading down to the lake. And the kitchen . . . Poppy remembered it as though it existed in a perpetual summer morning: the lemon yellow cup- boards, the row of shiny copper pans hanging on the wall, and the turquoise gas stove, a monument to 1950s chic.
“Do you think you should give your sister a call now?” Everett asked, interrupting her reverie.
“To tell her that were almost there.
“Oh, Poppy said, momentarily at a loss. And then she tossed her long blond hair. “No. Im not going to tell her, she said. “I thought wed surprise her.
Everett stole a quick look at her. Butshe knows were coming, right?
“Not exactly, Poppy said, feeling a first twinge of nervousness.
Everett was quiet. Then he asked, “Does your sister like surprises?
“Not really, Poppy said, and there it was again, that nervous- ness. She tamped it down, firmly, and said, But what are sisters for if they cant just . . . drop in on each other?”
‘Drop in’? Everett said, after another pause. It looks like you’ve got a lot of your stuff with you, though, Poppy. Isnt it more like, move in’?
Poppy ignored this question. Harder to ignore were her suitcases, wedged in the trunk of Everett’s car, or her boxes, stacked on the backseat beside Sasquatch’s pet carrier. And it wasnt just a lot of her stuff, as Everett had pointed out. It was all of her stuff. Though, truth be told, that wasnt saying much. It had taken her less than an hour to pack everything up. Traveling light was a recurring theme with Poppy, and a necessary one, too, since her peripatetic lifestyle was the norm.
“Sisters dont have to call ahead. Theyre there for each other, Poppy said now, though she was annoyed by the defensiveness she heard in her own voice.
But do you think your sister—Win—will be home right now? It’s ten o’clock on a Saturday night.
“Oh, shell be home. If I know her, she’s probably . . . alphabetizing her spice rack, Poppy said, “or color coding her sock drawer. As soon as she said this, though, she felt disloyal. “Actually, she’s a sweetheart, she said, turning to Everett. And I dont blame her, at all, for being a little . . . neurotic or controlling, or whatever she is. I told you about what happened to her, didnt I? And Poppy pictured Win as shed been the last time shed seen her, her dark blond hair pulled back in a ponytail and her girl next door approachableness only slightly tempered by the wistful expression on her face.
“Yeah, you told me what happened to her,” Everett said. It was quiet in the car again as he negotiated another sharp turn, and as Poppy watched the car’s lights skim over an entrance to an old logging road. She smiled. She and Win had driven down that road as teenagers, looking for bears at dusk.
“All right,” she said, after a few more minutes, “we’re getting close. After this next curve, it’s the first driveway on the left.” And, suddenly hungry, she added, “Here’s hoping Win’s got some leftovers from dinner.”
“Yeah, and here’s hoping she’s in a good mood,” Everett added wryly.

* From THESPACE BETWEEN SISTERS by Mary McNear. Copyright © 2016 by Mary McNear. Published on June 14, 2016 by William Morrow Paperbacks, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers. Excerpted by permission.

Author Mary McNear
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Mary McNear is a writer living in San Francisco with her husband, two teenage children, and a high-strung, miniscule white dog named Macaroon. She writes her novels in a local donut shop where she sips Diet Pepsi, observes the hubbub of neighborhood life and tries to resist the constant temptation of freshly-made donuts. 

She bases her novels on a lifetime of summers spent in a small town on a lake in the Northern Midwest.

You can find THE SPACE BETWEEN SISTERS at the following sites: HarperCollins, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iTunes, and Google Play.

One winner will be selected at the end of the tour to win a copy of THE SPACE BETWEEN SISTERS by Mary McNear. To enter, just click on the Rafflecopter widget below and follow the instructions. The widget may take a few seconds to load so please be patient.

Thanks so much for dropping by today during Mary’s stop. Do you have a sister and understand about the bond between siblings? Or do you have a best friend who is like a sister (I do)?


  1. Sisters...
    Closer than thought, and somedays further apart than the stars.
    This sounds great.
    I have no sisters, and have always wanted one.

  2. Sounds like an interesting book. I absolutely LOVE the cover--so colourful! It would catch my attention right away if I saw it in a store.

  3. Showing up unexpectedly - that would cause tension all on its own.
    The space between brothers is even greater because dudes don't like to sit next to each other...

  4. There is definitely something about the relationships between sisters, isn't there, Mason? And that past/present connection sounds interesting, too. Thanks for sharing.

  5. LOL -- I would never be able to write in a donut shop without eating donuts. You must have amazing willpower, Mary.

    I love the story idea in The Space Between Sisters. It sounds like a great read!

  6. This sounds terrific. My sister has always been one of my best friends but living together might drive us nuts! :P


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