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STOP! by Alison G. Bailey ~ Cover Reveal & Giveaway

We are so excited to be sharing with you the cover for Alison G. Bailey’s new book releasing on June 25th – STOP! Enjoy a sneak peek below and make sure to enter the giveaway for a beautiful bracelet from Alison. Enjoy!



Every life has a different path full of sharp turns, smooth curves, and steep drop offs.

Hollis Murphy has a plan—college, career, boyfriend, love, marriage, family. A predictable, normal life. She’s on track until an outside force causes her to crash and burn. They call it an accident, because that’s the only word they know to explain what happens to her. It helps everyone move on with their lives, except for Hollis. She holds on to the belief that she’s been targeted for a reason.

Risher Stevenson is intelligent, caring, sweet, and the hottest boy Hollis has ever laid eyes on. He fits perfectly into her original plan for a normal life. Everyone loves him.

Benton Daniels is intelligent, caring, sweet, and the bravest boy Hollis has ever met. He doesn’t fit into her life but gives it purpose and makes it extraordinary. Everyone hates him.

One is bullied. One is tormented. All are judged. How will it STOP?


Release Date: June 25th

Genre: Contemporary Fiction

Cover Designer: Murphy Rae, Indie Solutions

Photography: Abigail Marie, NON`PA*REILPhotography

Model: Paige Forsberg


The air was filled with the energy of the new school year. Hellos, goodbyes, laughter, and questions swirled around me. New friendships were already being formed and old ones reunited. The pair of flip flops in front of me moved forward, so I followed. After fifteen minutes of the shuffle ‘n stop, I reached the check in desk. An older lady with short salt and pepper hair sat slightly hunched over, partially blocked by a large stack of thick manila envelopes. Never looking up, she recited a generic Welcome to Chambers spiel. All the noisy activity made it hard to hear every little thing the woman said. Her gaze and eyebrows lifted as she stared up at me.

Terrific, its starting already.

Not sure what to do, I gave her a weak smile and waited for instructions.

“Name?” she said, impatiently.

I was so flustered that for a second I’d forgotten who I was. “Hollis Murphy.”

She scribbled something on a spreadsheet and handed me a packet with my name and the number two hundred ten typed out on sticker, which I assumed was my room.

In a flat bored voice, she said, “Everything you need to know is in the packet. Should you have any additional questions or needs after reading the information, please ask your RA. Have a productive semester. Next!”

Clutching the envelope to my chest, my gaze shifted back down, and I walked quickly out into the hall.

As I turned the corner, a loud deep “woot!” jerked my attention down the hall. I took one step before crashing full force into something solid and warm. I stumbled back, dropping the envelope. When my balance returned, my gaze shot up to see a gray T-shirt with cut off sleeves, stretched across broad shoulders. Glancing down in search of my envelope, I couldn’t help but spot the narrow hips and round ass covered in black basketball shorts. As I squatted to pick up the envelope, a tanned forearm came into view. My gaze roamed up to find the arm was covered in bulging muscles.

“Oh god, I’m so…sor..ry,” I stammered, my cheeks heating with embarrassment.

“Here ya go,” a deep voice said.

As I reached for the envelope, my gaze inadvertently shot up to the warmest green eyes ever created. His dark brown hair was cut short on the sides, longer on top, and tousled. The perfect amount of scuff peppered his strong jawline with deep dimples framing a sexy lopsided smile. The air was immediately sucked from my lungs. He wasn’t just hot, he was boy band hot.

A deep chuckle drifted down before I realized he had stood up and was extending his hand to me.

Oh boy! I get to touch him!

I slipped my hand into his and felt an immediate jolt of electricity. The muscles in his arm twitched.

He felt it too.

“Thank you,” I said, as he helped me up.

“I’m Risher Stevenson.”

He was actually introducing himself to me.

It had become automatic for me not to look directly at anyone, especially a stranger. Usually, I’d angle my head down and to the right in order to hide the messed up side of my face. But, those green eyes locked me in place.

“Hollis Murphy.”

“Nice to meet you Hollis Murphy.”

“Sorry again about running into you. I need to do a better job at watching where I’m going.”

The tip of his tongue slipped between his lips before they formed into a slight smirk. Just as he was about to speak his name came barreling down the hallway.

“Rish! Get your ass down here. We’ve got a ton of boxes to haul in.” A blonde haired guy stood at the end of the hall.

“I gotta go finish helping my friends move in.”

I nodded.

Risher took three steps before turning back toward me. “Don’t do too good of a job.”

My eyebrows squished together in confusion.

“At watching where you’re going. I hate to think I won’t get rump bumped again.”

He tossed me a wink before jogging away.

I Sasquatched those shoulders, those hips, and that ass all the way down the hall.



alison g bailey


Alison was born and raised in Charleston, SC. She attended Winthrop University and graduated with a major in Theater. While at school Alison began writing one-act plays, which she later produced. Her debut novel, Present Perfect, landed on Amazon’s Best Seller List and appeared on many “Best Reads of 2013” Book Blogs. The novel won Best Book at the 2014 Indie Romance Convention Awards. Her second novel, Past Imperfect, was published in February of 2014 and appeared on several best books of 2014 lists as well. Presently Perfect, the third and final book in The “Perfect” series was released in Dec 2014 to rave reviews. In March 2015 all the love, swoon, heat, and angst were combined into the Perfect Series Box Set.

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Presently Perfect by Alison G Bailey ~ Blog Tour & Giveaway



Perfection is an illusion fueled by the perception of others.

Tweet was my heart, my soul, and my purpose.

She was my everything.
Neither of us were perfect. We both made mistakes. Looking back, that was okay, because every
choice brought us to where we needed to be at the time we needed to be there. The one constant, our love and friendship. 
There are two sides to every story and I wouldn’t trade our sides for anything in the world.




            I was standing one step below Tweet when she broke free from Brad, twisting her body in my direction. I let go of her other wrist and caught her as she fell toward me. Her arms wrapped around my neck as I grabbed hold of her hips, trying to keep her steady.

Tweet’s head tilted back as she clung to me. “Look, Brad! It’s Noah! My Noah!” Her voice was ear-splittingly high. “He’s so sweet and sexy. He’s swexy. He licked my thigh under my parents’ dinner table.” She straightened her head, bringing her forehead to rest on mine. The look in her eyes had turned smoldering, her voice husky when she asked, “You remember licking me, Noah?”

We had a huge fight just a little over an hour ago and now she was completely wasted; her clothes were rumpled, she had pieces of sand stuck to her face, her hair was a tangled windblown mess, and she reeked of tequila and the ocean. But she was still the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my eyes on. My expression teetered from snarling at the Smurffucker to wanting to smile at Tweet.

God, even drunk she’s adorable.

I was either the biggest idiot known to mankind or so beyond in love with this girl that all my common sense and self-preservation got obliterated when I was around her. My heart was pounding against my chest while the temperature in the room soared. The tension in my muscles was beginning to disappear and I was getting lost in teal eyes. I needed some distance.

My hands moved to Tweet’s shoulders and I helped her stand upright. “I’m taking you home.”

“But Brad was going to do some things to me on purpose. I don’t know what, but I’m having fun. Hey! You want to come with us?” she asked, hooking her arm around mine.

My gaze zeroed in on Brad glaring down at me, his jaw clenched tight. My priority was to get Tweet home safe. I’d deal with this asshole later.

I snaked my arm around Tweet’s waist and led her down the steps. She was abruptly yanked away from me. I whipped around and saw Brad clutching Tweet’s arm.

“Haven’t you done enough to her tonight? She’s having a great time with me, so get your fucking hands off of her,” he growled.

Tweet smiled up at him, then turned to me, and said, “I really am having fun. He’s not a Smurffucker at all.”

Glaring at Brad, I grabbed Tweet’s hand, and led her toward the front door. We had taken two steps when I felt her being tugged away from me again. I let go of her hand, walked over to Brad, and punched him in the stomach. His hand fell from Tweet as he doubled over and dropped to the floor. I picked up Tweet, tossed her over my shoulder, and finally headed out uninterrupted.

Just before reaching the front door Tweet grabbed the waistband of my pants, lifting herself up slightly, and yelled, “Bye-bye, Brad! Thanks! Maybe you can lick my thigh next time! Bye-bye!”

Once we were at my truck, I lowered Tweet off my shoulder until her feet touched the ground. Her eyes struggled to stay opened, losing the battle, right before she passed out. I wrapped my arm around her waist, holding her body against mine while I unlocked my truck. I placed her in the seat and leaned over to fasten her in. The click of the seatbelt caused her to stir. Reaching my hand up to her face, my thumb brushed away the dusting of sand that clung to her cheek.

Her eyes stayed closed as a lazy grin slowly appeared across her pink lips. “Mmmm…,” she moaned. “Noah.” She sounded breathy.

“Yeah, Tweet?”

“You’re my knight in plastic armor.”

A slight chuckle escaped me as I remembered our Halloween costumes from when we were six years old.

“You always take care of me and make sure I have candy,” she said, her voice trailing off.

I stared at her for several seconds, simply enjoying the view. As I inched away from her, she shifted in the seat.

Another slight moan flowed over her lips, and she whispered, “I love you Noah.”

I knew she wouldn’t remember saying those words to me tomorrow, but that didn’t matter. The only thing that counted was that for the first time she let go of her heart, her head, and allowed herself to love me. There was nothing better than when the girl of your dreams made all of yours come true.


Jennifer’s Review

Well now that my eyes have dried and my smile is still permanently in place can I just say HOLY WOW. I do not hide the fact that Present Perfect is in my top ten reads ever. It was one of the most beautiful and heart wrenching stories I’ve ever read. Presently Perfect, however, has blown me away. I had no doubts that Alison would nail it. This is in part because she took her time to create a story that was worthy. She didn’t just write Present Perfect and turn around and give us Noah’s POV, she gave us a whole new story. From a different set of eyes.

So let’s just start by saying that Presently Perfect isn’t an exact replica of Present Perfect. In Present we received a story only from Amanda/Tweet’s POV but we were able to still understand the depth of love Noah had for Tweet through the words of Amanda. His love is unwavering, unfathomable, protective and undying. So naturally, we see this love intensified in Presently Perfect. ‘”I love you more than anything else in the world,” I whispered.’ And this is a statement that Noah proves over and over. She consumes his thoughts, his heart and his soul and no matter what they are going through, that is the one thing that never changes. I love that in Present we see Noah as a protective friend, who loves his friend deeply. In Presently we see Noah as a young adult male, realizing his feelings for his female best friend, wondering if its ok to feel that way. We see Noah taking hold and owning those feelings and allowing them to consume him. We see Noah as not someone who is just protecting his friendship – he’s protecting his heart, his future, his everything.

‘”Tweet would always be my heart and soul no matter what she said or how many times she tried to push me away.”‘

‘”The air shifted and crackled as our gaze locked on one another. It was in these intense moments that we weren’t Tweet and Noah. We were a boy and a girl who had an inherent need for the other.'”

Noah is very alpha, which is completely intriguing because he’s also one of the sweetest and most tender hearted characters I’ve ever read. He’s gentle and caring, an incredible son to his parents and loyal to a fault. Even when he had other girlfriends, especially Brooke, he continued to stay loyal to Tweet in a way. But that alpha side of him… total swoon!! The story isn’t about a boy who loves someone and just wants her to love him back. It’s about a force so strong that these two could never deny it and he is at a tug of war with her heart and mind, trying with all his might to pull her to his side. ‘”Then why don’t you f***ing take me and stop this bulls**t you keep putting us through? … “‘

There are really no words for how much I loved, and I mean LOVED this book. I was amazed at how much the second POV added to the story – it didn’t just replace it, or mimic the first story, it transformed it and made it complete. Oh and the ending! OH MY GOSH!!! For real, might have been one of the best written endings I’ve read in a long while.

While I would recommend still reading Present Perfect first, this book is incredible on its own. Thank you, Alison, for giving us Noah’s story. For completing the Noah and Tweet world. I’m sad to see them go but look forward to more work from you. Thanks for allowing me to read in advance so I could give you an honest review!

5 rose

Jill’s Review

I fell in love with Alison Bailey and her writing when I first devoured Present Perfect and the emotional ride she took me on in that book. And I continue to do so as she took me back on that ride through that same story but oh so new as we see it through Noah’s eyes in Presently Perfect.

While I can just be trite and say how perfect these books are, and well, they ARE. It is really in Tweet’s and Noah’s imperfections that the perfection of the story shines through. Alison takes these and weaves a beautiful story of friendship, loyalty, heartbreak, love, vulnerability and growing up. I truly loved being able to watch their story unfold from Noah’s POV. Tears were shed. Smiles took place. I just adored every single part of it. Didn’t want it to end!

Without a doubt I recommend this book. You can read it alone — but I recommend this ENTIRE series!They ALL take you on a journey that make you believe in true love again. And don’t we all need a little of that in our lives?

I received a complimentary copy, in exchange for an honest review.

5 rose



Alison was born and raised in Charleston, SC.  She attended Winthrop University and graduated with a major in
Theater.  While at school she began writing one-act plays, which she later produced. Her debut novel, Present
Perfect, landed on Amazon’s Best Seller List and appeared on many “Best Reads of 2013” Book Blogs. The novel won Best Book at the 2014 Indie Romance Convention Awards. The second book from The Perfect series, Past Imperfect, was published in February of 2014 and hit many Top 100 category lists on Amazon


Present Perfect (Book #1)
Past Imperfect (Book #2)
Presently Perfect (Book #3)



Presently Perfect by Alison G Bailey ~ Release Launch & Giveaway



Perfection is an illusion fueled by the perception of others.

Tweet was my heart, my soul, and my purpose.

She was my everything.
Neither of us were perfect. We both made mistakes. Looking back, that was okay, because every
choice brought us to where we needed to be at the time we needed to be there. The one constant, our love and friendship. 
There are two sides to every story and I wouldn’t trade our sides for anything in the world.
Here’s the GR link for Presently Perfect



             A large hand came down and landed on my shoulder, causing my umpteenth beer to slosh over the sides of the red cup. “What the fuck?”
I bounced slightly when Travis plopped down on the sofa next to me. “Hey buddeeey. How’s my buddeeey?” he slurred, sliding his upper body along the back of the sofa closer to me.
I glanced over and threw him a lazy smirk.
With a cocked eyebrow and lopsided grin, he informed me, “I gotta surprise that’s gonna make that smile and other parts of you grow bigger.”
“You’re making me really uncomfortable,” I said, leaning away.
“There are two lovelies that want to spend time with our pulsating masculinity. Their names are Heather and Melanie.”
Travis’s head flopped to the side, his gaze and wave aimed at a cute blonde and brunette standing across the room.
“They’re all yours, buddy. I’m not in the mood.” I downed more of my beer.
His head rolled back toward me. “Heather won’t leave Melanie. They travel in pairs. I want to get my hands on Heather’s pair, so you get in the mood.”
“I’m sure your immense charm will pry her away.”
“Come on. Be a friend.”
“Sorry, not tonight.”
Glaring at me, he bit out, “Not tonight… then what fucking night? I’d like to put that date on my calendar so I can stop wasting my time.”
“What’s your problem?”
“You’re my problem. You and this pussy-whipped, no balls, coochie slave attitude you’ve been sporting around for months instead of a rock-hard dick.”
“Fuck you! You don’t understand.”
I pushed off the sofa, stumbling a few steps toward the back door. I needed some air and to get away from Travis’s bullshit. The room spun, and then I spun as Travis grabbed my upper arm, turning me to face him.
“I understand. You’ve been hung up on this fucking girl ever since I’ve known you.”
My fingers curled into fists as I got in his face and snarled, “Don’t you ever refer to her as this fucking girl.”
Travis took a step back, ran his hands over his face, and huffed in frustration. “What’s the deal? I thought I was finally getting my friend back. You see her for like two seconds today and it sends you into a fucking tailspin. You gotta get past this.”
I could see the sincerity in his eyes. He wasn’t telling me these things in anger or because he didn’t like Tweet. He knew I was in a constant struggle and he was being a friend.
“I’m trying,” I whispered.
“Try harder, dude.”
“I don’t know how.” It was pathetic how weak and defeated my voice sounded.
After seeing Tweet earlier, the rest of the day had been spent replaying the few seconds encounter over and over in my head. She looked incredible except for the sadness in her eyes. A pang of guilt pinched my stomach because I was glad to see that sadness. It meant she was as miserable as I was. She disappeared in a flash but I didn’t need a lot of time in order to take her all in. Her hair was that summer mixture of dark brown and gold. The light sprinkle of red across her nose and cheeks was either a result of being at the beach or seeing me. I hoped it was the latter. She had on a plain white tank top and a pair of black shorts that were molded to her adorable round ass. Tweet was the only girl I knew who could wear the plainest clothes, little makeup, and still look like a supermodel. The memory of her hips swaying back and forth as she darted away had my dick twitching. I turned from Travis and headed out the back door, needing that air more now than before.
Once outside, I propped myself up against the house, closed my eyes, and sucked in all the oxygen my lungs could handle.
I need to get her out of my head.
There were a few people hanging out around the pool so I concentrated on them. That was a dumbass move because most of them were hooking up. Sounds of kissing, moaning, giggling, and more moaning filled my ears. I shifted my attention to the sounds coming from inside the house. Another dumbass move. The only thing I could hear was the pounding music, which made me think of Tweet’s swaying hips, which made me think of grabbing those hips and pounding into… I had to get out of there.
As I shoved off of the wall, the back door swung open, Travis stepped out, and headed over toward me.
“It kills me to see you like this.” He paused, his eyes shifting from me to something over my shoulder. “I didn’t want to say anything because I don’t play into the rumor bullshit.”
“What are you talking about?”
His expression showed how much he was struggling with whether or not to continue. “I heard Amanda is hooking up with some guy.”
My brows scrunched together as my jaw went slack. A small chuckle of disbelief escaped me. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I care about you. You’re like a brother to me. Noah, stop pissing your life away waiting for something that’s not gonna happen.”
Glancing away, I shook my head, and said, “It’s a fucking lie.”
“How do you know?”
My eyes pierced his. “She wouldn’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because she’s my Tweet!” I screamed.
Out the corner of my eye, I could see the people around the pool unhooking from one
“She’s not your anything! When are you going to get that through your fucking head?!”
I lunged forward, landed both hands on Travis’s chest, and shoved. He stumbled back, but made no move to come after me.
“I’m not going to fight you, man.”
“Who’s the no-balls pussy now?!”
I shoved.
He stumbled back.
Party people scattered into the house.
sorry,” he said, his voice full of pity.
I shoved.
He stumbled back.
And then I tackled him to the ground.
I landed one hard punch to his jaw before he flipped me onto my back, wrapped his massive arm around my neck, and held me down. I jerked and twisted for several seconds trying to break free of his hold. Finally, the alcohol and pain took over and I gave up.
Pressing the heel of my hands into my eyes, I choked back tears, and mumbled, “We’ve shared all our firsts together.”



Alison was born and raised in Charleston, SC.  She attended Winthrop University and graduated with a major in Theater.  While at school she began writing one-act plays, which she later produced. Her debut novel, Present Perfect, landed on Amazon’s Best Seller List and appeared on many “Best Reads of 2013” Book Blogs. The novel won Best Book at the 2014 Indie Romance Convention Awards. The second book from The Perfect series, Past Imperfect, was published in February of 2014 and hit many Top 100 category
lists on Amazon



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