Ally Carter New Books Novels & Stories

“What’s different tonight?” Valiente looked at him then. Just a look, and somehow the room felt smaller for it, like the noise had pulled back half a step without anyone deciding to be quiet. Then he smiled. “Tonight I’m learning.” “Learning what?” Cruz questioned again. Valiente settled back in his chair, completely at ease. “How quickly people become careless when they think they’re safe.” The table went quiet after that. Not all at once, more like the conversation slowly realized it had nowhere left to go.

Even though it’s sitting under my skin, gnawing at me. “Yo, you see this?” A defenceman calls out from across the room. I don’t look at them, don’t really care to. My eyes stay fixed ahead at the dent while the room moves around me like I’m not even in it. “Carter just dropped Walker & Hayes.” My wolf perks up at that, my eyes wandering around the room to the shocked faces. The second the name lands, everything else clicks into place without needing to be explained. “What?” someone else asks.

Glad to announce that the second book My Roomie under the “My” Series will be starting from the next chapter. Below is a little introduction to the next book: Ellis Carter has exactly four problems. He’s broke. He’s overworked. He’s sleep deprived. And his apartment just burned down. Now he’s stuck sharing a room with Julian Cross, Beaumont University’s untouchable golden boy. They clash. They argue. They drive each other insane. Until hate starts feeling dangerously close to something else.

Sara’s eyes lingered on her twin. Cara sat in the living room scrolling through her phone, hair perfectly styled, nails glossy, lashes long and flawless; everything about her screamed glamour… except for the wheelchair beneath her. Except for the bandaged leg that refused to let her stand. “My dear,” Margaret announced proudly, “I’m back… and I brought your sister.” Only then did Cara finally lift her gaze from the screen. Their eyes met. No smile. No tears. No rush forward.

He said sarcastically. Okay, maybe he is right. "How did I not recognize you? Your face is all over the magazines and..." I trailed off. Carter Automobiles is a well know car dealer in New York City. His designs are always top notch and well too expensive for people like myself to purchase. The last car he designed was a bomb. The media went crazy over it and well let us just say he and his car design was the hot topic in the whole of New York for like a month.

Carter Vale was alive. And he’d just declared war.

“You think getting groceries is an enormous task?” Carter laughs and leads the way into the store. Izzy quickly grabs a cart while he helps her navigate through the aisles as they pick out the items on her grocery list. They start off in the produce section, picking out fresh fruits and vegetables and other things for her planned meals—and probably for her mates too. As they shop, Carter strikes up conversation with her about various topics — pack dynamics, her job, his chain of hotels and the chance of her visiting again, and even about books. She finds out that Carter is a closet romance reader.

who is next in the page that I am missing out on? Is it Carter?

“You know Carter Vale?” “Yes, Eli, he’s your professor. Tall. Cold. Sexy in that I-could-kill-you way.” “Yeah, him.” I sat up. “He owns CarTer.” There was a beat of silence. Then she screamed so loudly I dropped the phone. I scrambled, putting it back to my ear. “Why are you screaming?!” “ELI!” she shouted. “You mean CarTer—as in the CarTer law firm that’s literally everyone’s wet dream to work at? The CarTer that gets mentioned in, like, every law article? That CarTer?!”

He has summarised what he thinks I am in a heartbeat. Alexi Carrero is a predator in expensive tailoring and smiles, yet he has the black soul of someone who has killed without remorse. I know his family's body count must be immense by now, being four or five generations of underhand dealings and back-alley negotiations. They are infamous for who they are, even if some of them have turned legitimate and steer clear of the crime world publicly.