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Fifty Shades Trilogy Bundle: Fifty Shades of Grey; Fifty Shades Darker; Fifty Shades Freed





  A VINTAGE EBOOK EDITION

  Fifty Shades of Grey copyright © 2011 by Fifty Shades Ltd.

  Fifty Shades Darker copyright © 2011 by Fifty Shades Ltd.

  Fifty Shades Freed copyright © 2011 by Fifty Shades Ltd.

  All rights reserved. The novels contained in this omnibus were each published separately in the United States by Vintage Books, a division of Random House, Inc., New York. All were originally published in Australia by The Writer’s Coffee Shop Publishing House, New South Wales, in 2011.

  Vintage and colophon are registered trademarks of Random House, Inc.

  Fifty Shades of Grey, Fifty Shades Darker, and Fifty Shades Freed are works of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The author published an earlier serialized version of these stories online with different characters as “Master of the Universe” under the pseudonym Snowqueen’s Icedragon.

  Vintage eISBN: 978-0-345-80357-3

  Trilogy cover design by Peter Quach

  Fifty Shades of Grey

  Cover image © Random House, Inc., photo by Papuga2006

  Cover design by Jennifer McGuire

  Fifty Shades Darker

  Cover image © Random House, Inc., photo by E. Spek

  Cover design by Jennifer McGuire

  Fifty Shades Freed

  Cover image © Random House, Inc., photo by Kineticimagery

  Cover design by Jennifer McGuire

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  Contents

  Cover

  Title page

  Copyright

  Fifty Shades of Grey

  Fifty Shades Darker

  Fifty Shades Freed

  About the Author

  First published by The Writer’s Coffee Shop Publishing House,

  Australia, 2011

  FIRST VINTAGE BOOKS EDITION, APRIL 2012

  Copyright © 2011 by Fifty Shades Ltd.

  All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Vintage Books, a division of Random House, Inc., New York, and in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto.

  Vintage and colophon are registered trademarks of Random House, Inc.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The author published an earlier serialized version of this story online with different characters as “Master of the Universe“ under the pseudonym Snowqueen’s Icedragon.

  The Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at Library of Congress.

  eISBN: 978-1-61213-029-3

  Cover design by Jennifer McGuire

  Cover image © Random House, Inc., photo by Papuga2006

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  For Niall,

  the master of my universe

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  * * *

  I am indebted to the following people for their help and support:

  To my husband, Niall, thank you for tolerating my obsession, being a domestic god, and doing the first edit.

  To my boss, Lisa, thank you for putting up with me over the last year or so while I indulged in this madness.

  To CCL, I’ll never tell, but thank you.

  To the original bunker babes, thank you for your friendship and constant support.

  To SR, thank you for all the helpful advice from the start and for going first.

  To Sue Malone, thanks for sorting me out.

  To Amanda and all at TWCS, thank you for taking a punt

  Contents

  Master - Table of Contents

  Fifty Shades of Grey

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Chapter Twenty-four

  Chapter Twenty-five

  Chapter Twenty-six

  CHAPTER ONE

  * * *

  I scowl with frustration at myself in the mirror. Damn my hair—it just won’t behave, and damn Katherine Kavanagh for being ill and subjecting me to this ordeal. I should be studying for my final exams, which are next week, yet here I am trying to brush my hair into submission. I must not sleep with it wet. I must not sleep with it wet. Reciting this mantra several times, I attempt, once more, to bring it under control with the brush. I roll my eyes in exasperation and gaze at the pale, brown-haired girl with blue eyes too big for her face staring back at me, and give up. My only option is to restrain my wayward hair in a ponytail and hope that I look semi-presentable.

  Kate is my roommate, and she has chosen today of all days to succumb to the flu. Therefore, she cannot attend the interview she’d arranged to do, with some mega-industrialist tycoon I’ve never heard of, for the student newspaper. So I have been volunteered. I have final exams to cram for and one essay to finish, and I’m supposed to be working this afternoon, but no—today I have to drive 165 miles to downtown Seattle in order to meet the enigmatic CEO of Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc. As an exceptional entrepreneur and major benefactor of our university, his time is extraordinarily precious—much more precious than mine—but he has granted Kate an interview. A real coup, she tells me. Damn her extracurricular activities.

  Kate is huddled on the couch in the living room.

  “Ana, I’m sorry. It took me nine months to get this interview. It will take another six to reschedule, and we’ll both have graduated by then. As the editor, I can’t blow this off. Please,” Kate begs me in her rasping, sore throat voice. How does she do it? Even ill she looks gamine and gorgeous, strawberry blond hair in place and green eyes bright, although now red rimmed and runny. I ignore my pang of unwelcome sympathy.

  “Of course I’ll go, Kate. You should get back to bed. Would you like some NyQuil or Tylenol?”

  “NyQuil, please. Here are the questions and my digital recorder. Just press record here. Make notes, I’ll transcribe it all.”

  “I know nothing about him,” I murmur, trying and failing to suppress my rising panic.

  “The questions will see you through. Go. It’s a long drive. I don’t want you to be late.”

  “Okay, I’m going. Get back to bed. I made you some soup to heat up later.” I stare at her fondly. Only for you, Kate, would I do this.

  “I will. Good luck. And thanks, Ana—as usual, you’re my lifesaver.”

  Gathering my backpack, I smile wryly at her, then head out the door to the car. I cannot believe I have let Kate talk me into this. But then Kate can talk anyone into anything. She’ll make an exceptional journalist. She’s articula