The Sister Code is LIVE!

Title: The Sister Code
Author: Haley Allison
Series: D.O.R.K. (#2)
Release Date: August 2, 2016
Genre: YA Contemporary
NOTE: Not a standalone. It is strongly recommended to read this series in order. The Sister Code is Book #2 of the D.O.R.K. (Diary of a Rocker’s Kid) Series.

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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   “This place is so not me,” I mutter under my breath as Raven and our personal shopper, Vicki, lead me through the racks at Nothing But Chic Boutique the next morning. All around me I see nothing but a sea of floral print and neon. My rocker chick radar is not picking up even the slightest blip of an outfit that would suit my taste. They might as well have called this store “Nothing But The Latest Trends” because that is literally the only thing they carry. My heart sinks further the more I walk around in here. I’m going to look like an idiot in these clothes—not because of my looks, but because they’re not going to suit my personality at all.
   “Do you have any questions, Madison?” Vicki asks over her shoulder from about ten feet in front of me. Her yellow stilettos click on the marble tiles as she sashays through like she owns the place.
   “Yeah, what’s the ‘rich bitch’ version of a Hot Topic?”
   Vicki and Raven whirl around to face me, finally giving me their full attention for the first time since we entered the store. I thought I grumbled that under my breath, but I guess it was a little louder than I thought it was.
   “Madison!” Raven’s face has gone ashen. Little Miss Prim and Proper Rich Girl blushes when I use “naughty words” in front of people.
   Vicki’s cherry red lips pout as she draws her perfectly waxed blonde eyebrows together. “You don’t like our store?”
   Raven jumps in quickly. “I apologize for my sister, Victoria. She was raised on a farm by a retired rock star. Etiquette does not seem to be her strong suit.” She stares me down with her icy blue eyes— exact copies of mine.
   Guilt settles in my stomach. “I’m sorry, Vicki. I didn’t mean to offend. It’s not you, it’s just this place doesn’t seem to be my scene.”
   “‘Scene’ or none, this is where we’re shopping. As Jacie Redinger’s daughters, you and I are among the top trendsetters in the nation. We must look the part.” Raven brushes me off and the two of them continue to discuss our fashion choices without me.
   Eventually, I find myself in the dressing room with armfuls of clothes that make me want to gag. I glance up into the full-length mirror to examine my recently changed appearance. Jet-black hair, bright red lipstick, and modest eye makeup adorn a face that once had an identity all its own. Now even my French manicure proclaims to the world that I am Raven Redinger’s exact physical copy. My whole goal in life was to be unique and make something of myself. I feel a twinge of guilt at letting that go, even temporarily, but I’d rather be known as a Redinger-Daley Clone—er, Twin—than the daughter Jacie Redinger abandoned as a baby. As long as I never hear the term “Basket Baby” again, it will be a step up.

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.

Feel free to contact her at Haley loves interacting with readers and other authors.

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Calling All Book Bloggers!

Hey everybody!

Sign-ups for the Diary of a Rocker’s Kid (DORK) book tour are now live! The tour will be taking place between Dec. 7-18 and there are all kinds of options for participation. Please check out this link and if you like YA/Music Fiction, go ahead and sign up! People who liked If I Stay, Where She Went, and The Princess Diaries may like this book series.

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Thanks for your participation/interest!

Haley Despard

W3 Short Story: Cass’s Escape

Hey readers,

Throughout the next few weeks (or months) I’m going to treat you to some little 500-ish word short stories about the band W3 (Weep With the Willows) and how they got together 11 years before Madison Daley was born.

It’s the year 1988, and 19-year-old Cassidy Meriwether is living with her abusive boyfriend, Manny, in a run-down apartment in a low income area of Los Angeles.

All of these stories and characters are my intellectual property and I reserve all rights to them.


This is the last time. The last time I’m going to hold a pillow in front of me and cower in a corner as he tries to yank the pillow off of me and beat me to a pulp. He’s never going to love me the way I want him to, and no matter how much it hurts to say goodbye, nothing could hurt worse than this.

I push back against him, and he throws his entire body weight on top of me, pinning me to the wall. “Stop struggling, you worthless bitch!” String-like tendons bulge out in his muscular neck and drops of saliva fly in my face as my boyfriend of three years unleashes his fury on me.

“Get off of me, Manny!” I roar back, with daggers growing from my eyes. I don’t go down easily, although I don’t typically punch him back. Once, I got my hand broken in the attempt, and I learned my lesson.

His black eyes darken with rage. “Cassidy Meriwether, you’re never going to find another man who’ll support your ass while you follow this stupid music dream of yours.”

“Well, maybe I don’t need another man,” I reply, batting his hand away from my face and darting out from the side of him. He vise-grips my wrist as I run away, causing a lightning bolt of nerve pain, and I cry out.

“Your moronic little high school dropout ass needs me, Cass. You have nowhere to go.”

Tears burn in my eyes as I turn toward the door. I know he’s right… I have no home other than this, but I’ll never get a job of my own as long as I keep having to explain these bruises at every interview. “I’ll find a place.” I yank my wrist free again and I grab the suitcase I hid behind the dresser along with my guitar case. I bolt out into the living room, pulling the chain lock open in record time and breaking free of my prison at last through the front door.

As soon as I’m out of the apartment building and several blocks down the street, I stop at a pay phone and put in the little bit of change I brought with me from Manny’s place. God, I need a cigarette like never before right now… I force myself to wait until after the phone call. I dial my best friend Rachel’s number and brush stray strands of my dirty blonde hair out of my face as I wait for her to answer. Come on… Pick up, pick up, pick up. We haven’t spoken in a while because she cut me off because of my toxic and dangerous relationship with Manny. I’m hoping that my leaving him will repair our relationship and convince her to let me stay with her for a while. “Hello?” she answers.

“Rach, this is Cass. I left him. I’m out.”

“Oh… Oh, my God! I can’t believe it!” She sounds like she’s about to burst into tears.

“Is there any chance I could stay with you for a night? I’m stranded out here.”

“Of course!” I hear an infant squealing in the background, and it pains me. I didn’t even know she was pregnant… “Come on over, I’d love to introduce you to my son. I’ve missed you so much, sweetie.”

“I’ve missed you, too. I’m on my way.” I hang up and walk the twenty-three blocks to her place with a new sense of freedom and a lightness in my step that hasn’t been there in… well, ever. I, Cassidy Meriwether, just liberated myself from captivity. I’m starting to believe that I might be capable of anything.

More to come…


Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it 🙂 If you like my writing style, check out my debut novel, Diary of a Rocker’s Kid. Have a great Monday!