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Fifty Shades Darker

Book Two of the Fifty Shades Trilogy

Fifty Shades of Grey Band 2

E L James

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OFFICIAL MOVIE TIE-IN EDITION, INCLUDES BONUS MATERIAL

A special edition of E L James's #1 New York Times bestselling novel, Fifty Shades Darker, that includes her own photos and caption commentary from the making of the film.

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

The second volume in The Fifty Shades of Grey Trilogy. Also available: Fifty Shades of Grey, Fifty Shades Freed

Look for E L James's passionate new love story, The Mister, available now.

E L James is an incurable romantic and a self-confessed fangirl. After twenty-five years of working in television, she decided to pursue a childhood dream and write stories that readers could take to their hearts. The result was the controversial and sensuous romance 
Fifty Shades of Grey and its two sequels, 
Fifty Shades Darker and 
Fifty Shades Freed. In 2015, she published the #1 bestseller 
Grey, the story of 
Fifty Shades of Grey from the perspective of Christian Grey, and in 2017, the chart-topping 
Darker, the second part of the Fifty Shades
 story from Christian’s point of view. Her books have been published in fifty languages and have sold more than 150 million copies worldwide. 

 

E L James has been recognized as one of 
Time magazine's "Most Influential People in the World” and 
Publishers Weekly’s "Person of the Year.” 
Fifty Shades of Greystayed on 
The New York Times Best Seller List for 133 consecutive weeks. 
Fifty Shades Freed won the Goodreads Choice Award (2012), and 
Fifty Shades of Greywas selected as one of the 100 Great Reads, as voted by readers, in PBS’s 
The Great American Read (2018). 
Darker has been long-listed for the 2019 International DUBLIN Literary Award.

 

She coproduced for Universal Studios the Fifty Shades movies, which made more than a billion dollars at the box office. The third installment, 
Fifty Shades Freed,won the People’s Choice Award for Drama in 2018.

 

E L James is blessed with two wonderful sons and lives with her husband, the novelist and screenwriter Niall Leonard, and their West Highland terriers in the leafy suburbs of West London.

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Einband Taschenbuch
Seitenzahl 560
Erscheinungsdatum 03.01.2017
Sprache Englisch
ISBN 978-0-525-43188-6
Verlag Penguin Random House
Maße (L/B/H) 20,3/13,1/3,2 cm
Gewicht 401 g
Verkaufsrang 10823

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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 ver