Fifty Shades Darker (Fifty Shades Trilogy #2) [NOOK Book]

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Daunted by the singular tastes and dark secrets of the beautiful, tormented young entrepreneur Christian Grey, Anastasia Steele has broken off their relationship to start a new career with a Seattle publishing house. 
 
But desire for Christian still dominates her every waking thought, and when he proposes a new arrangement, Anastasia cannot resist. They ...

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Fifty Shades Darker (Fifty Shades Trilogy #2)

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Overview

Daunted by the singular tastes and dark secrets of the beautiful, tormented young entrepreneur Christian Grey, Anastasia Steele has broken off their relationship to start a new career with a Seattle publishing house. 
 
But desire for Christian still dominates her every waking thought, and when he proposes a new arrangement, Anastasia cannot resist. They rekindle their searing sensual affair, and Anastasia learns more about the harrowing past of her damaged, driven and demanding Fifty Shades.
 
While Christian wrestles with his inner demons, Anastasia must confront the anger and envy of the women who came before her, and make the most important decision of her life.

This book is intended for mature audiences. 

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
THE NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING FIFTY SHADES Trilogy
 
"In a class by itself." 
Entertainment Weekly
Kirkus Reviews
Anastasia Steele and Christian Grey move into a deeper, more committed relationship, impacting her fledgling publishing career and placing them both in physical and emotional danger. Following the wildly popular Fifty Shades of Grey (2011), Ana and Christian reconcile after their breakup. Their intense attraction and growing emotional attachment offers the reader a lot of passionate lovemaking scenes, as well as a couple of "beyond vanilla" sexual interactions. As Christian works on overcoming his dark sexual past while placing faith and emotional stock in his relationship with Ana, it affects past relationships, for better and worse. Old lovers come out of the woodwork, threatening their happiness and their physical well-being. Conversely, Christian's connection to his family is strengthened through Ana's gentle, supportive influence. Meanwhile, Ana has started as the assistant to an editor at a small Seattle publishing company, setting up a string of professional hazards and triumphs that ultimately lead her to a promotion, but also set up a dangerous situation for Ana and Christian that will act as the segue into the third book in the series. Fifty Shades Darker continues the saga of Ana and Christian, the zeitgeist erotic romance that's hit a chord with women everywhere, with the same universally appealing themes and the same writing weaknesses. A fun summer read--not the best thing you've ever read, not the worst, but not to be taken too seriously.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781612130590
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 9/13/2011
  • Series: Fifty Shades Trilogy , #2
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 1
  • Sales rank: 107
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

E L James is a former TV executive, wife and mother of two based in West London. Since early childhood she dreamed of writing stories that readers would fall in love with, but put those dreams on hold to focus on her family and her career. She finally plucked up the courage to put pen to paper with her first novel, Fifty Shades of Grey.
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PROLOGUE
 
He’s come back. Mommy’s asleep or she’s sick again.
 
I hide and curl up small under the table in the kitchen. Through my fingers I can see Mommy. She is asleep on the couch. Her hand is on the sticky green rug, and he’s wearing his big boots with the shiny buckle and standing over Mommy shouting.
 
He hits Mommy with a belt. Get up! Get up! You are one fucked-up bitch. You are one fucked-up bitch. You are one fucked-up bitch. You are one fucked-up bitch. You are one fucked-up bitch. You are one fucked-up bitch.
 
Mommy makes a sobbing noise. Stop. Please stop. Mommy doesn’t scream. Mommy curls up small.
 
I have my fingers in my ears, and I close my eyes. The sound stops.
 
He turns and I can see his boots as he stomps into the kitchen. He still has the belt. He is trying to find me.
 
He stoops down and grins. He smells nasty. Of cigarettes and drink. There you are, you little shit.
 
 
A chilling wail wakes him. Christ! He’s drenched in sweat and his heart is pounding. What the fuck? He sits bolt upright in bed and puts his head in hands. Fuck. They’re back. The noise was me. He takes a deep steadying breath, trying to rid his mind and nostrils of the smell of cheap bourbon and stale Camel cigarettes.
 
 
CHAPTER ONE
 
I have survived Day Three Post-Christian, and my first day at work. It has been a welcome distraction. The time has flown by in a haze of new faces, work to do, and Mr. Jack Hyde. Mr. Jack Hyde . . . he smiles down at me, his blue eyes twinkling, as he leans against my desk.
 
“Excellent work, Ana. I think we’re going to make a great team.”
 
Somehow, I manage to curl my lips upward in a semblance of a smile.
 
“I’ll be off, if that’s okay with you,” I murmur.
 
“Of course, it’s five thirty. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
 
“Good night, Jack.”
 
“Good night, Ana.”
 
Collecting my bag, I shrug on my jacket and head for the door.
Out in the early evening air of Seattle, I take a deep breath. It doesn’t begin to fill the void in my chest, a void that’s been present since Saturday morning, a painful hollow reminder of my loss. I walk toward the bus stop with my head down, staring at my feet and contemplating being without my beloved Wanda, my old Beetle . . . or the Audi.
 
I shut the door on that thought immediately. No. Don’t think about him. Of course, I can afford a car—a nice, new car. I suspect he has been overgenerous in his payment, and the thought leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, but I dismiss it and try to keep my mind as numb and as blank as possible. I can’t think about him. I don’t want to start crying again—not out on the street.
 
The apartment is empty. I miss Kate, and I imagine her lying on a beach in Barbados sipping a cool cocktail. I turn on the flat-screen television so there’s noise to fill the vacuum and provide some semblance of company, but I don’t listen or watch. I sit and stare blankly at the brick wall. I am numb. I feel nothing but the pain. How long must I endure this?
 
The door buzzer startles me from my anguish, and my heart skips a beat. Who could that be? I press the intercom.
 
“Delivery for Ms. Steele.” A bored, disembodied voice answers, and disappointment crashes through me. I listlessly make my way downstairs and find a young man noisily chewing gum, holding a large cardboard box, and leaning against the front door. I sign for the package and take it upstairs. The box is huge and surprisingly light. Inside are two dozen long-stemmed, white roses and a card.
 
 
Congratulations on your first day at work.
I hope it went well.
And thank you for the glider. That was very thoughtful.
It has pride of place on my desk.
Christian
 
 
I stare at the typed card, the hollow in my chest expanding. No doubt, his assistant sent this. Christian probably had very little to do with it. It’s too painful to think about. I examine the roses—they are beautiful, and I can’t bring myself to throw them in the trash. Dutifully, I make my way into the kitchen to hunt down a vase.
 
 
And so a pattern develops: wake, work, cry, sleep. Well, try to sleep. I can’t even escape him in my dreams. Gray burning eyes, his lost look, his hair burnished and bright all haunt me. And the music . . . so much music—I cannot bear to hear any music. I am careful to avoid it at all costs. Even the jingles in commercials make me shudder.
 
I have spoken to no one, not even my mother or Ray. I don’t have the capacity for idle talk now. No, I want none of it. I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak. Yes, that’s me. I can interact impersonally at work, but that’s it. If I talk to Mom, I know I will break even further—and I have nothing left to break.
 
 
I am finding it difficult to eat. By lunchtime on Wednesday, I manage a cup of yogurt, and it’s the first thing I’ve eaten since Friday. I am surviving on a newfound tolerance for lattes and Diet Coke. It’s the caffeine that keeps me going, but it’s making me anxious.
 
Jack has started to hover over me, irritating me, asking me personal questions. What does he want? I’m polite, but I need to keep him at arm’s length.
 
I sit and begin trawling through a pile of correspondence addressed to him, and I’m pleased with the distraction of menial work. My e-mail pings, and I quickly check to see who it’s from.
 
Holy shit. An e-mail from Christian. Oh no, not here . . . not at work.
 
 
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Tomorrow
Date: June 8 2011 14:05
To: Anastasia Steele
 
Dear Anastasia
 
Forgive this intrusion at work. I hope that it’s going well. Did you get my flowers?
 
I note that tomorrow is the gallery opening for your friend’s show, and I’m sure you’ve not had time to purchase a car, and it’s a long drive. I would be more than happy to take you—should you wish.
 
Let me know.
 
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
 
 
Tears swim in my eyes. I hastily leave my desk and bolt to the restroom to escape into one of the stalls. José’s show. I’d forgotten all about it, and I promised him I’d go. Shit, Christian is right; how am I going to get there?
 
I clutch my forehead. Why hasn’t José phoned? Come to think of it—why hasn’t anyone phoned? I’ve been so absentminded I haven’t noticed that my cell phone has been silent.
 
Shit! I am such an idiot! I still have it set to forward calls to the BlackBerry. Holy hell. Christian’s been getting my calls—unless he’s just thrown the BlackBerry away. How did he get my e-mail address?
 
He knows my shoe size; an e-mail address is hardly going to present him with many problems.
 
Can I see him again? Could I bear it? Do I want to see him? I close my eyes and tilt my head back as grief and longing lance through me. Of course I do.
 
Perhaps—perhaps I can tell him I’ve changed my mind . . . No, no, no. I cannot be with someone who takes pleasure in inflicting pain on me, someone who can’t love me.
 
Torturous memories flash through my mind—the gliding, holding hands, kissing, the bathtub, his gentleness, his humor, and his dark, brooding, sexy stare. I miss him. It’s been five days, five days of agony that has felt like an eternity. I cry myself to sleep at night, wishing I hadn’t walked out, wishing that he could be different, wishing that we were together. How long will this hideous overwhelming feeling last? I am in purgatory.
 
I wrap my arms around my body, hugging myself tightly, holding myself together. I miss him. I really miss him . . . I love him. Simple.
 
Anastasia Steele, you are at work! I must be strong, but I want to go to José’s show, and deep down, the masochist in me wants to see Christian. Taking a deep breath, I head back to my desk.
 
 
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Tomorrow
Date: June 8 2011 14:25
To: Christian Grey
 
Hi Christian
 
Thank you for the flowers; they are lovely.
 
Yes, I would appreciate a lift.
 
Thank you.
 
Anastasia Steele
Assistant to Jack Hyde, Editor, SIP
 
 
Checking my phone, I find that it is still set to forward calls to the BlackBerry. Jack is in a meeting, so I quickly call José.
 
“Hi, José. It’s Ana.”
 
“Hello, stranger.” His tone is so warm and welcoming it’s almost enough to push me over the edge again.
 
“I can’t talk long. What time should I be there tomorrow for your show?”
 
“You’re still coming?” He sounds excited.
 
“Yes, of course.” I smile my first genuine smile in five days as I picture his broad grin.
 
“Seven thirty.”
 
“See you then. Good-bye, José.”
 
“Bye, Ana.”
 
 
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Tomorrow
Date: June 8 2011 14:27
To: Anastasia Steele
 
Dear Anastasia
 
What time shall I pick you up?
 
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
 
 
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Tomorrow
Date: June 8 2011 14:32
To: Christian Grey
 
José’s show starts at 7:30. What time would you suggest?
 
Anastasia Steele
Assistant to Jack Hyde, Editor, SIP
 
 
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Tomorrow
Date: June 8 2011 14:34
To: Anastasia Steele
 
Dear Anastasia
 
Portland is some distance away. I shall pick you up at 5:45.
 
I look forward to seeing you.
 
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
 
 
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Tomorrow
Date: June 8 2011 14:38
To: Christian Grey
 
See you then.
 
Anastasia Steele
Assistant to Jack Hyde, Editor, SIP
 
 
Oh my. I’m going to see Christian, and for the first time in five days, my spirits lift a fraction and I allow myself to wonder how he’s been.
 
Has he missed me? Probably not like I’ve missed him. Has he found a new submissive? The thought is so painful that I dismiss it immediately. I look at the pile of correspondence I need to sort for Jack and tackle it as I try to push Christian out of my mind once more.
 
That night in bed, I toss and turn, trying to sleep and it’s the first time in a while I haven’t cried myself to sleep.
 
In my mind’s eye, I visualize Christian’s face the last time I saw him as when I left. His tortured expression haunts me. I remember he didn’t want me to go, which was odd. Why would I stay when things had reached such an impasse? We were each skirting around our own issues—my fear of punishment, his fear of . . . what? Love?
 
Turning on my side, I hug my pillow, filled with an overwhelming sadness. He thinks he doesn’t deserve to be loved. Why does he feel that way? Does it have to do with his upbringing? His birth mom, the crack whore? My thoughts plague me into the early hours until eventually I fall into a fitful, exhausted sleep.
 
 
The day drags and drags and Jack is unusually attentive. I suspect it’s due to Kate’s plum dress and the black high-heeled boots I’ve stolen from her closet, but I don’t dwell on the thought. I resolve to go clothes shopping with my first paycheck. The dress is looser on me than it was, but I pretend not to notice.
 
Finally it’s five thirty, and I collect my jacket and purse, trying to quell my nerves. I’m going to see him!
 
“Do you have a date tonight?” Jack asks as he strolls past my desk on his way out.
 
“Yes. No. Not really.”
 
He raises an eyebrow, his interest clearly piqued. “Boyfriend?”
 
I flush. “No, a friend. An ex-boyfriend.”
 
“Maybe tomorrow you’d like to come for a drink after work. You’ve had a stellar first week, Ana. We should celebrate.” He smiles and an unknown, unsettling emotion flits across his face, making me uneasy.
 
Putting his hands in his pockets, he saunters through the double doors. I frown at his retreating back. Drinks with the boss, is that a good idea?
 
I shake my head. I have an evening of Christian Grey to get through first. How am I going to do this? I hurry into the restroom to make last-minute adjustments.
 
In the large mirror on the wall, I take a long, hard look at my face. I’m my usual pale self, dark circles around my too-large eyes. I look gaunt, haunted. I wish I knew how to use makeup. I apply some mascara and eyeliner and pinch my cheeks, hoping for some color. Tidying my hair so that it hangs artfully down my back, I take a deep breath. This will have to do.
 
Nervously I walk through the foyer with a smile and a wave to Claire at Reception. I think she and I could become friends. Jack is talking to Elizabeth as I head for the doors. Smiling broadly, he hurries over to open them for me.
 
“After you, Ana,” he murmurs.
 
“Thank you.” I smile, embarrassed.
 
Outside on the curb, Taylor is waiting. He opens the rear door of the car. I glance hesitantly at Jack, who has followed me out. He’s looking toward the Audi SUV in dismay.
 
I turn and climb into the back, and there he sits—Christian Grey—wearing his gray suit, no tie, white shirt open at the collar. His gray eyes are glowing.
 
My mouth dries. He looks glorious except he’s scowling at me. Why?
 
“When did you last eat?” he snaps as Taylor closes the door behind me.
 
Crap. “Hello, Christian. Yes, it’s nice to see you, too.”
 
“I don’t want your smart mouth now. Answer me.” His eyes blaze.
 
Holy shit. “Um . . . I had a yogurt at lunchtime. Oh—and a banana.”
 
“When did you last have a real meal?” he asks acidly.
 
Taylor slips into the driver’s seat, starts the car, and pulls out into the traffic.
 
I glance up and Jack is waving at me, though how he can see me through the dark glass, I don’t know. I wave back.
 
“Who’s that?” Christian snaps.
 
“My boss.” I peek up at the beautiful man beside me, and his mouth is pressed into a hard line.
 
“Well? Your last meal?”
 
“Christian, that really is none of your concern,” I murmur, feeling extraordinarily brave.
 
“Whatever you do concerns me. Tell me.”
 
No, it doesn’t. I groan in frustration, rolling my eyes heavenward, and Christian narrows his eyes. And for the first time in a long time, I want to laugh. I try hard to stifle the giggle that threatens to bubble up. Christian’s face softens as I struggle to keep a straight face, and a trace of a smile kisses his lovely sculptured lips.
 
“Well?” he asks, his voice softer.
 
“Pasta alla vongole, last Friday,” I whisper.
 
He closes his eyes as fury, and possibly regret, sweeps across his face. “I see,” he says, his voice expressionless. “You look like you’ve lost at least five pounds, possibly more since then. Please eat, Anastasia,” he scolds.
 
I stare down at the knotted fingers in my lap. Why does he always make me feel like an errant child?
 
He shifts and turns toward me. “How are you?” he asks, his voice still soft.
 
Well, I’m shit, really . . . I swallow. “If I told you I was fine, I’d be lying.”
 
He inhales sharply. “Me, too,” he murmurs and reaches over and clasps my hand. “I miss you,” he adds.
 
Oh no. Skin against skin.
 
“Christian, I—”
 
“Ana, please. We need to talk.”
 
I’m going to cry. No. “Christian, I . . . please . . . I’ve cried so much,” I whisper, trying to keep my emotions in check.
 
“Oh, baby, no.” He tugs my hand, and before I know it I’m on his lap. He has his arms around me, and his nose is in my hair.
 
“I’ve missed you so much, Anastasia,” he breathes.
 
I want to struggle out of his hold, to maintain some distance, but his arms are wrapped around me. He’s pressing me to his chest. I melt. Oh, this is where I want to be.
 
I rest my head against him, and he kisses my hair repeatedly. This is home. He smells of linen, fabric softener, body wash, and my favorite smell—Christian. For a moment, I allow myself the illusion that all will be well, and it soothes my ravaged soul.
 
A few minutes later Taylor pulls to a stop at the curb, even though we’re still in the city.
 
“Come”—Christian shifts me off his lap—“we’re here.”
 
What?
 
“Helipad—on the top of this building.” Christian glances toward the building by way of explanation.
 
Of course. Charlie Tango. Taylor opens the door and I slide out. He gives me a warm, avuncular smile that makes me feel safe. I smile back.
 
“I should give you back your handkerchief.”
 
“Keep it, Miss Steele, with my best wishes.”
 
I blush as Christian comes around the car and takes my hand. He looks quizzically at Taylor, who stares impassively back at him, revealing nothing.
 
“Nine?” Christian says to him.
 
“Yes, sir.”
 
Christian nods as he turns and leads me through the double doors into the grandiose foyer. I revel in the feel of his hand and his long, skilled fingers curled around mine. The familiar pull is there—I’m drawn, Icarus to his sun. I’ve been burned already, and yet here I am again.
 
Reaching the elevators, he presses the “call” button. I peek up at him, and he’s wearing his enigmatic half smile. As the doors open, he releases my hand and ushers me in.
 
The doors close and I risk a second peek. He glances down at me, and it’s there in the air between us, that electricity. It’s palpable. I can almost taste it, pulsing between us, drawing us together.
 
“Oh my,” I gasp as I bask briefly in the intensity of this visceral, primal attraction.
 
“I feel it, too,” he says, his eyes clouded and intense.
 
Desire pools dark and deadly in my groin. He clasps my hand and grazes my knuckles with his thumb, and all my muscles clench tightly, deliciously, deep inside me.
 
How can he still do this to me?
 
“Please don’t bite your lip, Anastasia,” he whispers.
 
I gaze up at him, releasing my lip. I want him. Here, now, in the elevator. How could I not?
 
“You know what it does to me,” he murmurs.
 
Oh, I still affect him. My inner goddess stirs from her five-day sulk.
 
Abruptly the doors open, breaking the spell, and we’re on the roof. It’s windy, and despite my black jacket, I’m cold. Christian puts his arm around me, pulling me into his side, and we hurry across to where Charlie Tango stands in the center of the helipad, with its rotor blades slowly spinning.
 
A tall, blond, square-jawed man in a dark suit leaps out and, ducking low, runs toward us. Shaking hands with Christian, he shouts above the noise of the rotors.
 
“Ready to go, sir. She’s all yours!”
 
“All checks done?”
 
“Yes, sir.”
 
“You’ll collect her around eight thirty?”
 
“Yes, sir.”
 
“Taylor’s waiting for you out front.”
 
“Thank you, Mr. Grey. Safe flight to Portland. Ma’am.” He salutes me. Without releasing me, Christian nods, ducks down, and leads me to the helicopter door.
 
Once inside he buckles me firmly into my harness, cinching the straps tight. He gives me a knowing look and his secret smile.
 
“This should keep you in your place,” he murmurs. “I must say I like this harness on you. Don’t touch anything.”
 
I flush a deep crimson, and he runs his index finger down my cheek before handing me the headphones. I’d like to touch you, too, but you won’t let me. I scowl. Besides, he’s pulled the straps so tight I can barely move.
 
He sits in his seat and buckles himself in, then starts running through all his preflight checks. He’s just so competent. It’s very alluring. He puts on his headphones and flips a switch and the rotors speed up, deafening me.
 
Turning, he gazes at me. “Ready, baby?” His voice echoes through the headphones.
 
“Yes.”
 
He grins his boyish grin. Wow—I’ve not seen it for so long.
 
“Sea-Tac tower, this is Charlie Tango Golf—Golf Echo Hotel, cleared for takeoff to Portland via PDX. Please confirm, over.”
 
The disembodied voice of the air traffic controller answers, issuing instructions.
 
“Roger, tower, Charlie Tango set, over and out.” Christian flips two switches, grasps the stick, and the helicopter rises slowly and smoothly into the evening sky.
 
Seattle and my stomach drop away from us, and there’s so much to see.
 
“We’ve chased the dawn, Anastasia, now the dusk,” his voice comes through on the headphones. I turn and gape at him in surprise.
 
What does this mean? How is it that he can say the most romantic things? He smiles, and I can’t help my shy smile.
 
“As well as the evening sun, there’s more to see this time,” he says.
 
The last time we flew to Seattle it was dark, but this evening the view is spectacular, literally out of this world. We’re up among the tallest buildings, going higher and higher.
 
“Escala’s over there.” He points toward the building. “Boeing there, and you can just see the Space Needle.”
 
I crane my head. “I’ve never been.”
 
“I’ll take you—we can eat there.”
 
“Christian, we broke up.”
 
“I know. I can still take you there and feed you.” He glares at me.
 
I shake my head and decide not to antagonize him. “It’s very beautiful up here, thank you.”
 
“Impressive, isn’t it?”
 
“Impressive that you can do this.”
 
“Flattery from you, Miss Steele? But I’m a man of many talents.”
 
“I’m fully aware of that, Mr. Grey.”
 
He turns and smirks at me, and for the first time in five days, I relax a little. Perhaps this won’t be so bad.
 
“How’s the new job?”
 
“Good, thank you. Interesting.”
 
“What’s your boss like?”
 
“Oh, he’s okay.” How can I tell Christian that Jack makes me uncomfortable? Christian glances at me.
 
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
 
“Aside from the obvious, nothing.”
 
“The obvious?”
 
“Oh, Christian, you really are very obtuse sometimes.”
 
“Obtuse? Me? I’m not sure I appreciate your tone, Miss Steele.”
 
“Well, don’t, then.”
 
His lips twitch into a smile. “I have missed your smart mouth, Anastasia.”
 
I gasp and I want to shout, I’ve missed you—all of you—not just your mouth! But I keep quiet and gaze out the glass fishbowl that is Charlie Tango’s windshield as we continue south. The dusk is to our right, the sun low on the horizon—large, blazing fiery orange—and I am Icarus again, flying far too close.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 22, 2012

    I read the first and second books of this series and had to stop

    I read the first and second books of this series and had to stop there. Honestly, I wanted to stop after the first, but I find it hard to start something and not finish. The writing style is HORRIFIC. 6th grade level, if even that. Once I learned it was written as Twilight fan fiction, it made more sense. I couldn't imagine a serious author writing in this manner. If I have to read about her "inner goddess" and how Christian smells, or how hot he is, ONE more time, I may fling this book across the room! It's just 300+ pages (per book) of sex and redundant cliches. I'm baffled by all these 5 star reviews!

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  • Posted February 3, 2012

    How did she make it better than the first?

    When I finished the first book in this series, Fifty Shades of Grey, I was very anxious to start Fifty Shades Darker. I have been an avid reader my entire life, but I've never read any books that invoke such a powerful feeling of reality and emotion as this series does. I had an urgent desire to find out what was next for Ana and Christian, I could so easily see both of them as being real. It was so easy for me to put myself in Ana's place, to be her, to feel what she felt, and to think her thoughts. I know that I am completely enamored with a book and it's characters when I feel as if my 'real life' gets in the way of exploring the world an author has set up for me, and that has happened with this series to the point that I am considering making an appointment with Dr. Flynn to talk about it. *grin*
    These two people come together quite by accident, and despite their issues (or maybe because of their issues), find something MORE together...and truly, isn't that what we all are really searching for in life?

    261 out of 309 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 9, 2012

    Ummm no.

    I love sex, i love reading about it but this is just stupid. Seriously. The story reads like young adult book with sex scenes in between. The writer should have set the story in london because she has no idea what Americans are like or we speak. The main character lives in Seattle but hates coffee and perfers english breakfast tea and eats crushed potatoes, among the many many Britishisms in the story. The main character has never left America! And what Seattle college student doesn't drink coffee? Who edited this?! I'm no writer but I know that using the same word or phrase is annoying. Everyone murmurs! She murmured, he murmured murmur MURMUR! Inner goddess jumps, inner goddess spins blah blah. Even the sex scenes are the same. No one likes that in real life, much less in this story where everyone is murmuring.

    177 out of 250 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 9, 2012

    Oops, while reading i forgot about reality...

    Sorry kids....mommy will be back in a few days. ;) excellent series!!!

    177 out of 209 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 8, 2012

    Lets b honest ladies

    Lets call it what it is, its porn, not thats theres anything wrong with that! Lets not tell our friends lies about caring about these characters. Tell them the truth, its porn and your husband is going to get very lucky. Enjoy.

    135 out of 220 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 12, 2012

    Great series!

    I have really enjoyed the first two books and am now reading the third. I have to say they are very good, although I'm becoming a bit tired of Ana chewing her bottom lip, her "inner goddess", and Christian's mouth in a "hard line." The intimate scenes are becoming very predictable (when and how) and I have to wonder if anyone can really do "it" that much (although they ARE young!). I wish the author could be more varied in her descriptions in the three books. But with that said, they have been very good for an "escape" into a whole new world.

    111 out of 133 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 2, 2012

    I am not used to reading this type of book but after all of the

    I am not used to reading this type of book but after all of the publicity, I thought I would try the 1st book in the trilogy. I admit, it was on the erotic, dark side but it was enjoyable and I finished it in a weekend. I debated getting the 2nd book because I wasn't sure where else the author could go. Turns out, no where. How many times can you read about a "twitchy palm" and "he smelled like Christian"?? It was the same over and over again and after reading 200 pages out of the 400, I've decided to stop. Now, I finish books about 99% of the time and I can't remember stopping a book mid way through. This book though just wastes my time and there are too many books out there that are so much better.

    I've never written a review before but I was compelled to do so with this book. I will go back to reading quality fiction and getting lost in the quality that I'm used to.

    110 out of 142 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 14, 2012

    ADDICTIVE!!!!!

    Ladies, RUN, dont walk, and buy this series! I have read hundreds of books and I have never felt so obsessed about a character as I do about Christian Grey. I have never really read on this subject before but I can say it was very sexy and not overly shocking... i loved every second of all three books. I'm hoping that the author is already working on her next book! The way this man loves Anastasia is definitely something you need to read for yourself to understand...
    You will not be disappointed!!

    102 out of 127 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 4, 2012

    more from this reviewer

    First a warning if you don't like a really steamy romance don't

    First a warning if you don't like a really steamy romance don't read this book, that said I loved this book, actually I love both of them I haven't read the third yet but I read the first two in a day and a half, wanted to start the third but thought maybe I should get some sleep tonight.

    95 out of 116 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 28, 2012

    Anonymous

    I suspect a lot of the people going ga-ga over these books have never read a series that was actually really well-written! The story moved along enough that I felt mildly interested and got through them, but as others have said, it is so redundant and unoriginal that it made me want to scream! I never really understood who Ana was as a person, other than a virgin who suddenly unrealisticaly is obsessed with sex - no one is that hot. Oh and someone who thrives in a manipulative, controlling, abusive relationship that is always solved by - you guessed it - more sex. The sex quickly became boring, predictable, and unrealistic (ALWAYS being up for it, always "finding their release" at the exact same moment, etc....get real) She is always biting her lip, his mouth is always in a hard line,whatever that means. Foil packets, inner goddesses......my inner goddess is glad that I am done reading these books, and my subconscious is telling me I should write a mindless sex/love book of my own to get rich off of, because apparently it doesnt take much talent!
    All in all, go ahead and read it if you have bunches of free time. But please borrow it from someone rather than buy it - so as not to further encourage this woman to write more books.

    80 out of 98 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 3, 2012

    I Also Recommend:

    great

    Very exciting. Hard to put down. kept me entertained all the way through.

    75 out of 108 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 25, 2012

    I can see why this book is doing so well. 99% of the readers are

    I can see why this book is doing so well. 99% of the readers are married women with children. We all know our lives are busy and hectic. There is nothing wrong with grabbing your favorite drink, putting on your snuggly PJ's and getting lost in the erotic world of Christian Grey. We are not talking about rocket science here, nor does it take a literary genius to write this stuff. These series of books are simply fun and very arousing. A pleasurable escape from the stress of everyday life. I am sure there are tons of husbands out there that will be thanking the author for putting a little spark in the bedroom after their wives read these books. I personally could not put them down. I know I am not alone when I say- I hope a 4th book is in the works.

    68 out of 74 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 5, 2012

    I don't get what all the hoopla is about. Book 2 of the series i

    I don't get what all the hoopla is about. Book 2 of the series is so-so, just like the other two books. Being in Ana's head gets annoying quickly and it's just more of the exact same thoughts about Christian over and over and over. Also there are so many British-isms in here it's ridiculous. It's painfully obvious to anyone from the US/Pacific NW that the author has made many mistakes in this regard. Hopefully the new print edition from the author's US publisher will have all of these annoyances edited out. Though the love scenes are hot, I've read better erotic romance over the years. MUCH better. I'd recommend those on the fence about buying this to go check out some other erotic romances instead of spending money (10 bucks!!??) on this one. RT Book Reviews is a good place to start.

    60 out of 95 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 24, 2012

    I have no idea how this series is so popular. The writing is ab

    I have no idea how this series is so popular. The writing is abominable and insipid. What trash this is. These should not even be considered as books ----- can't believe this woman is making (taking) our hard earned money for such trash.

    58 out of 97 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 14, 2012

    Cant get enough

    I have not been able to do anything for the past three days because of this trilogy. Im currently half way through the third and final book and i am dreading the end. These are a must!!!

    51 out of 65 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 23, 2012

    Loved It

    From beginning to end this series did not let me down. Definitely worth the purchase and the time to read it.

    50 out of 73 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 2, 2012

    This is my favorite out of the series! Love, love, love me some

    This is my favorite out of the series! Love, love, love me some Christian Grey!

    46 out of 65 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 22, 2012

    Stupid

    Felt like reading a book of nonsense

    45 out of 86 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 20, 2012

    Great book

    Couldn't put it down!

    43 out of 63 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 6, 2012

    Captivating series!

    I loved all three of the books in this series and wish there were more to read. The characters are incredible and have been woven nicely into a very creative story!

    41 out of 57 people found this review helpful.

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