Cover Reveal: The Sister Code (DORK #2)

Two sisters. Two missions. One recipe for disaster.


Coming August 2nd, 2016

The Sister Code (D.O.R.K. Series Book Two) by Haley Allison
Cover Design by Redbird Designs
Stock Photos via Big Stock Photo
It doesn’t take Madison Daley long to figure out Beverly Hills isn’t all it’s cracked up to be…
Madison is still in a state of shock. Not only is her favorite actress, the famous Jessica Redinger, her mother, but she also has an identical twin, Raven Redinger. Raven is everything Madison wishes she could be—popular, famous, and cool under pressure—so she agrees to use their twin status as a ploy to increase their celebrity appeal.
The deal also includes Madison keeping her hands off Raven’s ex, the charming Giovanni Abate. But after an unfortunate incident during a family trip to London, Madison realizes just how unreliable family can be.
Giovanni is certain he knows which twin he wants…
Madison returns to L.A., humiliated and shunned by her mother’s side of the family, and determined to focus on building her band. Her attention is diverted, however, when Gio is quick to admit he’s still got Madison fever. She knows he’s off-limits, but when you combine his undeniable Italian good looks with a heartfelt confession, Madison can’t help but fall right back into his arms.
As their birthday approaches, the twins’ relationship hits a breaking point…
Madison’s mother has been holding back a secret, and it turns the entire family’s world upside down. Raven has her own plans for Madison, though, and she isn’t about to let her back out on their deal now.
Will Madison ever be accepted as one of the famous Redingers?
Or is there a high price to pay for breaking…
The Sister Code








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Haley Allison is a South Carolina native. She discovered a love of writing at age fourteen and hasn’t been able to turn off the motor fingers since then. Today she lives in a quiet country home with her husband, son, and Boston Terrier. She is a Graphic Design major at Southern New Hampshire University and hopes to graduate with a B.A. degree sometime in the next couple of years. Her hobbies include composing piano music, nature photography, and blogging about books and authors.









Looking for Honest Reviewers

Hey everyone,

I am not being desperate or looking for sales with this. I really, really, really want someone to read my book and tell me what I did that could be improved on. So far, I’ve gotten a lot of “great book” and “can’t wait to read the next one,” but dang it, I want to know what someone really thinks, preferably someone who has written a few books (or an ass-ton) themselves. I will send you a free copy by email (or if I can figure it out, I would do a promo code on Kindle). The reason for this is that I’m working on getting a paperback version done, and I want it to be positively flawless. Please respond below or message me on FB or Twitter if interested. I can’t offer anything in return at the moment (except Review Exchange, of course), but I swear this is a good book, and it won’t be a waste of your time to read it.



P.S. This is not to disparage or discredit any of the reviews I’ve gotten so far. Believe me I am VERY grateful! 🙂

Okay, NOW It’s Free

Sorry about that misleading post title yesterday. Diary of a Rocker’s Kid is now free through the next five days. Pick up a copy on me:

The Kindle app is available on just about any smart device, so don’t think you can’t get your free copy just because you don’t have a Kindle. Also, if you love the book or even like it a little, please post a review and share with your friends. Word of mouth is the best way to spread the word about a book, and I’d really like to spread the word about this one.

Thanks all!


Still Free and Updated

Diary of a Rocker’s Kid (otherwise known as DORK) is still free on Kindle! Download and share, please! Also, just be aware that some updates were uploaded this morning, and for anyone who purchased it before 7/16, there is an alternate ending in the book now (so sorry… the previous ending just wasn’t working with the second book). Comment below if you need an updated Chapter 12.

Here’s the link: D.O.R.K. on Kindle



Free Ebook Alert

My very first novel debuted on Kindle today, and since I’m new to this biz, I’m giving away five free copies of Diary of a Rocker’s Kid to people who promise to review it on Amazon! This is for people who aren’t already getting it for free with Kindle Unlimited.

Here’s the link in case you haven’t read the description yet: D.O.R.K. on Kindle

If you’re interested, email me at for details. 



Publishing is Scary

I was never, NEVER a nail biter until I decided to publish a book. I even criticized other people for doing it, calling it a “nasty habit” and “unsanitary.” However, as soon as I submitted my final draft to Amazon, I immediately started eating on these suckers like I’ve never had a bite to eat in my life. Why?


My stomach has been in knots for the past four days… probably because I keep binge-eating. I have never been this nervous about anything, and I get nervous about a lot of stuff. D.O.R.K. comes out tomorrow, and I’m terrified that people are either going to hate it or not care about it at all. I think this quote sums up my feelings pretty well:

“It seems like a lot of people think that publishing a book equals instant happiness. Like, having a sudden marsupial pocket might have made me instantly happy because I wouldn’t have needed a stroller back when I had an infant. But it’s a strange experience to see your book separate and out in the world without you. It’s very much like having a kid who’s going around talking about you and you have no idea what he or she is saying about you. Or maybe you do know, but you’re not sure how it’s being HEARD.”

– The Rumpus Late Nite Poetry Show #11 Cate Marvin

Publishing a book, whether it’s done traditionally or self-published, is not a walk in the park. It is not easy. In fact, compared to this, writing the book was the easy part. I know how to write, but marketing and self-promotion is a whole other ball game. It’s nerve-wracking, nail-biting, stomach-churning anxiety day in and day out. I keep telling myself, though, that if even just one person reads this and becomes a die-hard fan, my life will be made, so I don’t need to worry about people not liking it.

On that note, like I said, this e-book is coming out TOMORROW, you guys. I might even be running a promotion for the first couple of days (possibly even as low as $0.99) so please save this link and keep an eye peeled. If you do buy it, read it, and like it, I would really appreciate a review so other people know it’s worth the dough. And remember, it’s FREE if you have Kindle Unlimited!

Thanks so much!


Excerpt from D.O.R.K.

Hey everyone! Since D.O.R.K. is coming out in just THREE SHORT DAYS, I decided to post a little snippet from Chapter 1 here on my blog as a teaser. This part takes place after Madison’s father’s best friend, Cass, comes to Kentucky from Beverly Hills for a visit. I think the rest is pretty self-explanatory. Enjoy!


“Dad,” I say entreatingly, “please tell me the truth. Do…” I swallow. “Do you really own a mansion in Beverly Hills?”

His right hand goes up to rumple his ear-length brown hair, and he sighs heavily. Dad closes his eyes tightly, and then says, “Yeah… It’s mine. I gave it to Cass when you were a baby.”

WTF. Who gives away a mansion?? “Dad, what the hell did you do that gave us $7.8 million?”

He chuckles a little. “$7.8 million isn’t even the half of it.”

My eyes grow wide. He said isn’t, not wasn’t. “Whoa… Daddy, are we still rich?”

He sits down on the bed next to me and says, “Hand me the laptop.” This time his voice is soft and non-threatening. I hand him the laptop, and he goes to YouTube and searches, “M.A.D. documentary,” and chooses one of the results on the next page.

M.A.D…. Oh, yeah! Looking through the results, I suddenly remember where I’ve seen that acronym before. It’s a stage name.

Before he plays the video, he pauses it, and turns to me. “I’m showing you this because you girls are right. You need to know the truth. But before we watch this, just know that I…” He sighs, and swallows hard. “I kept this from you for a reason. You may not understand at first, but just know that I love you, and I would never purposely hurt you.” I nod slowly, not sure what to expect, and he presses play on the video.

The video opens with the title in bold white letters:

“The Disappearance of M.A.D.”

It continues with an introduction to the life and background of M.A.D., a rock star who was big in the mid- to late 90s. His band, Weep With The Willows, was last active during the year 1998, and wrote songs that made it onto the Top 100 list. Millions of people worshipped him back then, and now I remember hearing his songs on the radio when I was younger and seeing them in the “other” results when I was learning music on YouTube. The guy in the pictures they’re showing looks eerily similar to younger pictures I’ve seen of Dad, although it’s hard to tell with all that guyliner.

“M.A.D., born Michael Andrew Daley, became a legend in his time,” the narrator says. “But one night in December of 1998, all of that changed for good. A little baby girl came into his life in a wicker basket, which was covered in pink ruffles and ribbons.” A picture of the basket with the baby in it is shown. “The basket was left at Daley’s mansion in LA by a dark-haired woman in a ski mask and black clothing, and there was a simple note tied to the basket which read, ‘She’s yours. Take good care of her.’ At first sight, Daley knew that the baby girl was his, and he announced her arrival to the world. Madison Daley, popularly known as ‘The Basket Baby,’ became America’s sweetheart and at first, her arrival into her father’s life skyrocketed her Daddy’s career by drawing attention to his music.” They show an adorable picture of Dad and me that is currently hanging in a frame on my wall.




…that’s me.

Dad pauses the video to give me a chance to breathe. He goes to Wikipedia while I’m processing everything, and opens it up to M.A.D.’s page. Dad scrolls down and points to the “Born” section, which reads:

“Michael Andrew Daley

August 4th, 1970 (age 44)

Lawrenceburg, Kentucky, U.S.”

This can’t be real. It has to be some kind of late April Fool’s joke, I think to myself, but Dad goes back to the video again, and the narrator says, “Not long after presenting his little girl to America, Daley made the decision to retire from his music career to raise her. When she was only six months old, he gave his mansion in LA to his lead guitarist, Cassidy Meriwether.” CASS was a guitarist?? “He disbanded Weep With The Willows and left the spotlight, never to be seen again. That brings us to the question: Where is he now? The answer? No one knows for sure, but many suspect he is living a quiet, concealed life in his hometown in Kentucky.” Dad stops the video again, not needing to show me anything else.

My heart races and my head spins as I sit there in front of the laptop trying to make sense of what I just heard. “Dad… what the hell?” I know it’s a dumb response, but at the moment I can’t fabricate anything better.

“I know this is a lot to take in,” he says, putting his arm around me. “We left LA because I wanted you to have a normal life. The life of a rocker’s kid can be rough, and I just didn’t want it to ruin my little girl.”

I hear what he’s saying, but it isn’t really processing. I feel like I’ve had all the breath sucked out of me. My dad, a rock star. I’ve heard his music before and I didn’t even know it. He doesn’t even sing or play the guitar now, so how would I know? “Prove it,” I say suddenly, and his eyes widen in surprise.


“Prove you’re M.A.D.,” I say. “Sing me one of your songs.”

“Uh, okay,” he says, swallowing. “It would sound better with a guitar.”

I stand up and go to my closet to fetch him my black electric guitar off its metal stand. When I hand it to him, Dad takes it from me expertly and puts the strap up and around his neck and shoulder. I hand him a pick from the top of my tall white dresser and plug in the guitar for him, and he takes a deep breath. He’s shaking a little bit, and he closes his eyes. Is Dad actually nervous right now? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him nervous. Holy hell… It’s got to be true. He dives into the intro of one of his best songs, and as I watch him, a tsunami of tears rises in my eyes.

I can see why he was famous… His voice is as smooth as honey, but it’s powerful and it’s got a bit of a growl in it, too. His guitar skills are honestly even better… it’s not everyone who can pull off the lead guitar part while singing simultaneously, especially when it wasn’t their part to begin with. The lyrics could use a little work—clearly they were not the reason he had a legion of fans in the 90s. It’s just… him. He’s oozing with star quality, and I never even saw it. Dad plays through entire song, just to prove his point, and when he’s done, my tears begin to fall, and I whisper, breathing heavily, “You really are him.”

He takes off the guitar and lays it down beside him, and hesitantly opens his right arm to me. I sit down again next to him and start crying for real. “I’m so sorry, sugar,” he says as he embraces me tenderly, and I shake my head against him.

“Oh, my God… Don’t be,” I sob, yet I’m smiling. “This is the most amazing thing ever.”


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