Heist Society 3
The title and cover of Heist Society 3 are close to being released!!! We’re getting more information in a matter of weeks. And the pub date is set for early 2013.
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"I’m the guy who happened to be home the night Kat came to steal a Monet."
— Ally Carter, Heist Society
Anonymous: Which book so far in the Heist Society series is your favorite?
As much as I love Uncommon Criminals (and Hale and Kat’s kiss), Heist Society is my favorite.
"It is an occupational hazard that anyone who has spent her life learning how to lie eventually becomes bad at telling the truth."
— Ally Carter, Heist Society
"Dancing. Come on. You can do it. It’s a lot like navigating through a laser grid. It requires rhythm.’ He moved her hips to the beat of the distant music. ‘And patience.’ He spun her around slowly and back toward him. ‘And it’s only fun if you trust your partner.’ The dip was so slow, so smooth that Kat didn’t know it was happening until the world was already turned upside down and Hale’s face was inches from her own.
Count me in, Kat.’ He squeezed her tighter. ‘You should always count me in."
Count me in, Kat.’ He squeezed her tighter. ‘You should always count me in."
— Ally Carter, Heist Society
Anonymous: which part of creating books comes easily to you
The easiest part of writing novels for me? I’d have to say creating the characters. It’s just a lot of fun, and you have so much freedom as to what you want your characters to be like. You can make your character anything you want, whether it be a kickass thief or swoon-worthy guy ;)
What is HS3 about? Hale losing his shirt and then going all over the world trying to find it.
Guys, that totally just made my day.
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“Of course, that’s assuming my editor nixes my working title, The Big Book of Brooding, Shirtless Hale.” Ally Carter, Twitter
An Interview with Ally
Heist Society
By Stacey Hayman
SH: Katarina Bishop has an eccentric, extended family but her childhood seems less secure than Cammie’s smaller circle of trustworthy adults. Do you think one is luckier than the other? Which one is most likely to get a better night’s rest?
AC: I don’t think either is especially lucky or unlucky. Ultimately, as long as you have at least one adult who loves you and cares for you, you’ve got a shot. And by those standards, both Kat and Cammie have a lot of blessings.
SH: Where are you getting your ideas for what might make a good target for Kat and her family? If you could hire Kat, what “job” would you give her?
AC: I have a number of possible heists in mind for Kat. Personally, I’d love to have her help me see behind the scenes at some of the world’s most private places—Buckingham Palace, the White House, George Clooney’s place … Just a peek would be enough for me to steal.
SH: As Kat and Cammie are roughly the same age, do you think they’ll ever meet? Would they be opposite sides, or maybe the same side?
AC: I get this question all the time, so obviously it’s something I’ve given a lot of thought. I really doubt that I will ever do a cross-over of any kind. Certainly not a novel. Maybe a short story or something for a good cause, but overall that isn’t something I’m necessarily drawn to. Ultimately, both girls have a lot on their individual plates as it is.
SH: Has anyone suggested a graphic novel adaption for this series? Would you be interested? (Or maybe theGallagher Girls?)
AC: That is something that I’ve toyed with from time to time, but right now the novels themselves are the top priority by far. Maybe someday. But that’s a pretty big maybe.
(source: http://www.voya.com/2011/12/02/wouldnt-you-like-to-know-ally-carter/ )
"Kat,” Hale groaned, then fell back onto the pillows. “Funny, I didn’t hear a doorbell.”
“I let myself in; hope that’s okay.”
Hale smiled. “Or the alarm.”
She stepped inside, tossed a pocket-size bag of tools onto the bed.
“You’re due for an upgrade.”
Hale propped himself against the antique headboard and squinted up at her.
“She returns.” He crossed his arms across his bare chest. “You know, I could be naked in here."
“I let myself in; hope that’s okay.”
Hale smiled. “Or the alarm.”
She stepped inside, tossed a pocket-size bag of tools onto the bed.
“You’re due for an upgrade.”
Hale propped himself against the antique headboard and squinted up at her.
“She returns.” He crossed his arms across his bare chest. “You know, I could be naked in here."
— Ally Carter, Heist Society
"Its Vermeer.”
Kat turned to the boy who lingered in the doorway. “It’s stolen.”
“What can I say?” Hale eased behind her and studied the painting over her shoulder. “I met a very nice man who bet me he had the best security system in Istanbul.” His breath was warm on the back of her neck. “He was mistaken."
Kat turned to the boy who lingered in the doorway. “It’s stolen.”
“What can I say?” Hale eased behind her and studied the painting over her shoulder. “I met a very nice man who bet me he had the best security system in Istanbul.” His breath was warm on the back of her neck. “He was mistaken."
— Ally Carter, Heist Society
Deleted Scene from Uncommon Criminals
Had Monaco been a larger, more naturally wealthy nation then the royal family might have remained more secluded behind their walls.
But, as it was, it was really as simple as having Hale smile and approach the counter, sliding a credit card toward the man in the red checkered coat, and saying “Two please.”
The smile, Kat thought, might have even been overkill.
She was not the first thief to ever stroll inside the Prince’s Palace, Kat knew. She had heard the stories her whole life while sitting around Uncle Eddie’s kitchen table.
They stood side-by-side in a crowd of tourists from five star hotels and bargain luxury cruiseships, docked in the bay for the day. Almost all, Kat noticed, had taken a brief moment, to notice Hale.
Hale’s attention, on the other hand, was utterly elsewhere engaged.
“Did Uncle Eddie really steal Princess Grace’s tiara?” Hale looked and sounded exactly like a tourist, Kat realized, as he scanned the art-lined walls and beautiful silk curtains.
“Just the little one,” Kat whispered.
“And your great-grandmother…”
“Any crown prince who leaves a ____th century septur just lying around for a chambermaid to steal is just asking to lose it.”
He laughed as if she had a good point. She smiled as if maybe being a tourist was a good way to spend a day after all.
“See him?” Kat stopped and pointed to an oil painting of a duke from the 1860s. “Oh, that’s Uncle Pierre.” Hale turned ot her.
“No way.”
“Way. Posed as a long-lost cousin.” She stopped for a second and admired the long-lost relative. “You’ve got to hand it to him. He really knew how to commit!”
So no, Kat wasn’t the first thief inside the Prince’s Palance. But then again, Kat suspected, she might have been the first to walk right through the front doors.
