Blog Tour~My Sister’s Voice~Mary Carter

{My Review is HERE}
My Sister's Voice
Join Mary Carter, author of the women’s fiction novel, My Sister’s Voice (Kensington Books), as she virtually tours the blogosphere in April & May 2010 on her first virtual book tour with Pump Up Your Book!
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About Mary Carter

MARY CARTER is a freelance writer and novelist.  My Sister’s Voice is her fourth novel with Kensington. Her other works include:  She’ll Take ItAccidentally EngagedSunnyside Blues, andThe Honeymoon House in the best selling anthology Almost Home. She is a graduate of the American Academy of Dramatic Arts, and the National Technical Institute for the Deaf, which is part of the Rochester Institute of Technology. She has just completed A Very Maui Christmas, a new novella for Kensington that will be included in a Christmas of 2010 anthology. She is currently working on a new novel, The Pub Across the Pond, about an American woman who swears off all Irish men only to learn she’s won a pub in Ireland. Readers are welcome to visit her at
My Sister's Voice
My Sister’s Voice by Mary Carter (click on cover to purchase at Amazon)

About My Sister’s Voice

What do you do when you discover your whole life was a lie?  In Mary Carter’s unforgettable new novel, one woman is about to find out. . .
At twenty-eight, Lacey Gears is exactly where she wants to be.  An up-and-coming, proudly Deaf artist in Philadelphia, she’s in a relationship with a wonderful man and rarely thinks about her difficult childhood in a home for disabled orphans.  That is, until Lacey receives a letter that begins, “You have a sister. A twin to be exact…”
Learning her identical, hearing twin, Monica, experienced the normal childhood she was denied resurrects all of Lacey’s grief, and she angrily sets out to find Monica and her biological parents.  But the truth about Monica’s life, their brief shared past, and the reason for the twins’ separation is far from simple.  And for every one of Lacey’s questions that’s answered, others are raised, more baffling and profound.
Complex, moving, and beautifully told, My Sister’s Voice is a novel about sisterhood, love of every shape, and the stories we cling to until real life comes crashing in…

Read the Excerpt!

Chapter 1
It was here, in the City of Brotherly Love, at twenty-eight years of age, that Lacey Gears first discovered she had a sister. An identical twin. Of course it wasn’t true. A joke, a hoax, a prank. As if. It was completely ridiculous, and although she of all people appreciated a good—Gotcha!— she didn’t have time for games today. She had to buy an anniversary gift for her boyfriend Alan, then race off to paint a chubby Chihuahua and its anorexic owner. An identical twin. Funny, ha-ha.
The hoax came by way of her red mailbox. She wasn’t going to open the mail, she usually waited until the end of the day to sift through it, preferably with a glass of wine, for a single bill could depress her all day long. But as she jogged down her front steps, she caught sight of the mailman wheeling his pregnant bag down the sidewalk. He had just passed her house, when he caught her eye. He made a dramatic stop, and waved his arms at her as if she were an Airbus coming in for a landing instead of a 5’6 slip of a girl. He jabbed his finger at her mailbox, then patted his large stomach, and then once again jabbed his finger at her mailbox with an exaggerated wag of his head and a silly smile. Lacey had to laugh. She gave him a slight shrug held her hands out like, Can-I-help-it-if-I’m-so-popular?
He winked, blew her a kiss, and then pointed at her mailbox again. She caught his kiss, pretended to swoon, and blew him a kiss of his own. By now they had an unappreciative audience. The woman who lived next door was standing in the middle of her walkway, hands on hips, glaring at the mailman. She was a large white woman in a small red bathrobe. He gave Lacey one last wave, one last jab at the mailbox. Oh, why not. If it would make him happy, she could spare a few seconds to open it. Lacey waved goodbye to him and hello to the woman in the red bathrobe. Only one wave was returned. She turned her attention to the mailbox.
He wasn’t kidding. It was stuffed. She had to use both hands to get a grip on it, and exert considerable effort. She managed to yank out the entire pile, but she moved too fast, causing the precarious mound to shift and slide through her hands. As the mail swan dived the steps, she bent at the knees and lowered herself, as if she’d rather let it take her down than give up. She finally, got a rein on the loose bits, and nervous she was wasting time, she began to flip through the day’s offerings.
Bills: AT&T, Time Warner; Catalogues: Macy’s, Deaf Digest, Galluadet University; Advertisements: Chow Chow’s Chinese restaurant, 20 percent off carpet cleaning, Jiffy Lube. Waste of time. Lacey stuffed the mail back in the box, and was about to close the lid when she spotted it a white envelope, sticking out of one of the catalogues. She’d almost missed it. She pulled it out and stared at it.
No address, no stamp, no postmark. Just her name typed across the front, looking as if it had been pecked out on a typewriter from the Jurassic Period. An anonymous letter with its mouth taped shut; a ransom note. For a split-second she was worried someone had kidnapped her dog. She glanced up at the window to her bedroom, and to her relief spotted her puggle, Rookie. His nose was smashed up against the windowpane she’d spent hours cleaning, drool running down and forming Spittle Lake, brown eyes pleading: How can you leave me? She air-kissed her dog an obscene amount of times, then once again turned her attention back to the envelope.
Lacey Gears
Mysterious letter in hand, she jogged down the steps to the curb where her Harley Sportser 883 was parked, slung her leg over her motorcycle, and perched comfortably in the custom-made leather seat. She soothed herself in her fun-house reflection elongated in the bike’s polished chrome, detailed in Red Hot Sunglo and Smokey Gold. A feeling of peace settled over her. When she was on her bike she felt sexy and confident, something every woman deserved to feel. Some days she wished she could figure out how to stay on it 24/7.
She’d bought the bike after selling her first piece of abstract art, a kaleidoscope of hands coming together in slow motion, bought by PSD, the Pennsylvania School for the Deaf, where as a little girl Lacey had longed to go. At least a piece of her was there now, hanging on the walls as a reminder to Deaf children that they could be anything, achieve anything, do everything but hear. It sold for a decent amount of money, leaving her feeling giddy and slightly guilty as if she had gotten away with something. She bought the Harley as quick as she could, in case they turned around and asked for the money back. Alan said it was proof she could stop painting pet-and-owner portraits and focus solely on what she wanted to paint. But despite her luck with the one sale, the only paintings she was doing besides the portraits were ones she didn’t want to share with the world. Not just yet. And for the most part she liked her job. She had to admit, she usually liked the pets a little more than the people, but even most of them weren’t so bad. She turned her attention back to the envelope, peeled the edge up, and slid her finger across the inside-top. The envelope sliced into her finger, cutting a thin line across her delicate skin. A drop of blood sprouted and seeped onto the envelope. She jerked her hand back, as a slip of white paper slid out of the envelope like an escaped prisoner, and fluttered to the ground.
Lacey hopped off the bike, and chased the paper down the sidewalk. It stayed just enough ahead of her to make her look like an idiot chasing it. A slight breeze picked it up and lifted it into the air. It hovered mid-stream, like a mini-magic-carpet. Make a wish, Lacey thought. She reached out and caught it before it sunk to the ground. After all this fuss, it had better be good.
You have a twin sister. Her name is Monica. Go to Benjamin Books. Look at the poster in the window.
Lacey looked up the street, convinced the mailman was standing by with another wink and a laugh. He wasn’t. He was way up the street, his cart parked in the middle of the sidewalk, his bag now slung over his shoulder, thwapping into the side of his leg with each long stride up the steps in front of him. Bathrobe-woman was nowhere in sight either. For all Lacey knew she only came out once a day to wither away civil servicemen with a single look.
You have a twin sister. . . .

Here’s what critics have to say about My Sister’s Voice!

“The honesty with which Mary Carter writes this touching story makes it a can’t put down type book. The intriguing discovery of the similarities as well as often parallel lives the girls shared is quite interesting and supports the research about this kind of connection. I think that MY SISTER’S VOICE is a one that you will want to hear for it speaks volumes about relationships and family…”

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My Sister’s Voice Tour Schedule

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Monday, April 5
Interviewed at The Writer’s Life
Tuesday, April 6
Guest blogging at The Book Faery Reviews
“Five things I learned while writing “My Sister’s Voice”
Wednesday, April 7
Guest blogging and book giveaway at Night Owl Reviews
“Every Girl Remembers Her First Novel”
Thursday, April 8
Guest blogging comparing needlepoint to writing at Books and Needlepoint
Friday, April 9
Interview l Chat l Book Giveaway at Pump Up Your Book
Monday, April 12
Guest blogging about cafes and coffee houses at Cafe of Dreams
Tuesday, April 13
Interviewed at As the Pages Turn
Wednesday, April 14
Guest blogging at Sharon’s Garden of Book Reviews
“Writing a Book is Like Planting a Garden”
Thursday, April 15
Interviewed at Bookin’ with Bingo
Friday, April 16
Book reviewed at Bookin’ with Bingo
“… so beautifully told that you can feel literally the pain…”
Monday, April 19
Guest blogging at Dear Author
“My First Sale: Every Love Leaves an Echo”
Tuesday, April 20
Interviewed at Working Writers
Wednesday, April 21
Interviewed at Examiner
Guest blogging at The Dating Blog
“Don’t Let the Barn Door Hit You on the Way Out – Dating in the Big Apple”
Thursday, April 22
Book spotlighted at The Cajun Book Lady
Monday, April 26
Interviewed at The Hot Author Report
Book trailer spotlighted at If Books Could Talk
Tuesday, April 27
Interviewed at Paperback Writer
Wednesday, April 28
Interviewed at Beyond the Books
Thursday, April 29
Book reviewed at Rundpinne
“…a story that will capture the attention of the reader as well as the reader’s heart.”
Friday, April 30
Book reviewed at Crazy for Books
Monday, May 3
Book reviewed at Between the Pages
Tuesday, May 4
Book reviewed and book giveaway at The Friendly Book Nook
Guest blogging at Just One More Paragraph
Wednesday, May 5
Book reviewed at Chaotic Book Obsession
Book reviewed at Just One More Paragraph
Thursday, May 6
Book reviewed at Simply Stacie
Friday, May 7
Book reviewed at Book Junkie
Monday, May 10
Book reviewed at Luxury Reading
Tuesday, May 11
Book reviewed at Books and Needlepoint
Wednesday, May 12
Book reviewed at Readaholic
Thursday, May 13
Book reviewed at Lit and Life
Guest blogging at Books and Needlepoint
Friday, May 14
Book reviewed at So Many Books, So Little Time
Monday, May 17
Book reviewed at Bellas Novella
Tuesday, May 18
Guest blogging at Beth’s Book Review Blog
Wednesday, May 19
Book reviewed at Sharon’s Garden of Book Reviews
Thursday, May 20
Book reviewed at Cafe of Dreams
Friday, May 21
Book reviewed at The Distracted Musician
Monday, May 24
Book reviewed at The Book Faery Reviews
Tuesday, May 25
Book reviewed at Obsession with Reading
Wednesday, May 26
Interviewed at Blogcritics
Book reviewed at Freda’s Voice
Thursday, May 27
Book reviewed at Books R Us
Friday, May 28
Book reviewed by Book Reviews by Buuklvr81
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