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Chapter 3: The Bride of Frankenstein

 

Gray sky. Check.

Rain on the window. Check.

Seattle in summer. Check.

Hot woman in my bed. Checkmate.

“Time to get up, Jason.”

I look up into those beautiful baby-blue eyes, and know that there isn’t anywhere else in the whole universe I’d rather be.

She raises one eyebrow and smiles at the tent I’m making under the sheets.

“When I said time to get up, I didn’t mean like that!

“Yeah, well, I missed you, baby.”

“Jason, according to your version of events, you missed me so much that we had to make up for lost time… three times last night and once already this morning and…”

Gotta admire a woman who keeps score. Later.

Eventually, the future Mrs. Taylor kicks me out of bed. I have a meeting with the boss and Welch to get an update on security issues and the ongoing investigation into the Charlie Tango incident. But this afternoon is mine… mine and the future Mrs. Taylor’s. Grey and Ana are going to the doc’s for lunch and for the rest of the afternoon.  I have plans with Gail for those few, precious hours. Horizontal plans. Maybe vertical, too. The best sort of plans are simple: clear aims and objectives, easy to execute, result guaranteed. Just call me daddy.

When I get the heads up from Frank – the hairy eyeball at the front desk – telling me that Welch is on the way up, I stick my head inside Grey’s study.

“Sir, Welch has arrived.”

“Send him straight in.”

He seems in a good mood – no twitching eyes, no drumming fingers, no ass tightly sealed like a walrus in winter. Yup, marriage seems to suit him. Well, Ana seems to suit him – but the fun hasn’t started yet.

I meet Welch at the elevator and he looks like he’s waiting for a salute. Dream on, buddy. You’re not my CO anymore. The only person I salute these days is Gail. Fuck, she looks hot when she wears my old dogtags and nothing else.

“How was the honeymoon, Taylor?”

Jeez, if anyone else asks me that I might have to take up meditation – either that or just beat the crap out of them. Decisions, decisions.

“The boss’s honeymoon – he’s back in one piece.”

Welch laughs.

Bastard.

“Fair enough. Was he happy with the safe room?”

I have to admit Welch’s team did an A1 job on the new safe room: steel door with strike-plate screws to resist battering; reinforced ceiling; generator and separate ventilation system; comms desk with CB radio, separate landline and cellular phone; CCTV into the apartment; firearms; flashlights; blankets; blow-up mattress; gasmasks; chemical pisser. Bastard even programmed my computer to let me know when the supply of bottled water and dried foods should be replaced each month. It would take a crack team at least four hours to break inside.

I really hope Grey doesn’t lose the key.

“Yeah, he was happy with it – as happy as he gets.”

Welch smiles. “I use the term loosely.”

“Go on in. I already got rid of the last body.”

“You’re a funny guy, Taylor.”

I know. I think I’m getting laughter lines.

So Welch updated us on the sitrep, which wasn’t so much. Security had been tightened again at Grey House and the off-site server location; extra bodies had been put on all the Greys, even Mia – no matter how hard she squealed. I pittied the poor bastard who was pulling that watch. Shit, she’d probably have him singing show tunes to ‘cheer him up’ or something. Kinda makes my buttocks clench. It’s a guy thing. In a completely masculine way, of course.

The boss even had somebody watching Ana’s father. The guy was ex-army but he’s been out for a while, and when you’re not looking over your shoulder 24/7, it’s easy to get sloppy. He has eyes on him around the clock. Even the Kavanagh woman’s father had been informed about possible security breeches and was acting accordingly.

That’s the thing about knowing a billionaire, suddenly you’re a target. Doesn’t matter how nice you are, or how good you are, or how innocent you are – all those dollar bills have another price.

I wondered how long the boss had debated putting eyes on the Rodriguez kid. I bet he wouldn’t mind seeing him taken out of the picture permanently. The kid put hands on Ana – not that the boss holds a grudge, but if José ever woke up one morning being fed his own testicles, well, don’t color me surprised. Nah, the boss isn’t vindictive like that.

Yeah, right.

Does the bear shit in the woods? Inquiring minds want to know.

There wasn’t a whole lot else for Welch to report. The partial thumbprint was giving twenty analysts major headaches. They’d narrowed it down to a couple of thousand potential suspects from the millions on the databases that had been accessed. The remainder would have to be done the hard way – eyeball searches. I hate that shit.

Barney was isolating the CCTV footage from Grey House in the two weeks prior to the arson event. He’d promised Welch to have the results later on that evening. Or, to be more exact, he’d said,

“Welch, dude! Stress less, man. It’ll be done – like stink on sh… um, yeah.”

Sometimes it was hard to believe the guy’s IQ was 161.

So Grey pedalled off to the doc’s and I had the afternoon off. Yeah, this afternoon I was going to get off. Nice.

Gail’s POV

It’s so wonderful having Jason home. The last three weeks were the longest we’ve been apart since we met. Mr. Grey doesn’t really take vacations. Occasionally he’s had a couple of nights at his cottage in Aspen, or an overnighter in New York. But, according to Jason, those have been working vacations. Even at Christmas. Poor man.

Thank goodness he found Ana. Or Ana found him. I’m still not quite sure which way round it was. Not that it matters – I’ve rarely seen two people so well suited.

She soothes him and I see the love pouring out of her and filling up that huge hole in his soul. Her love is endless and I think poor Mr. Grey needs a lifetime supply. Just seeing them together makes me smile. Although I thought Ana seemed a little off when she came back from Europe. She’s probably just tired. Even so, she said she’d do her own unpacking. I would have done it while they were out at Mr. and Mrs. Grey Senior’s. Instead, I have an afternoon with Jason.

I know he has something more physical in mind than just talking, but really, after last night and this morning, I could do with a bit of a break. Once you hit 40, one isn’t quite as flexible as one was. I think Jason forgets that sometimes.

God, I’m a lucky woman.

But we really need to talk.

I never thought I’d fall in love again. But Jason Taylor is everything any woman could want in a man. He’s kind and good and sweet, a wonderful and thoughtful lover, a beautiful father to his daughter, loyal to a fault, and a hardworker. And did I mention hot? Even Allison had to admit that. I spent quite a bit of time with my sister while Jason was away. And even though she never saw eye to eye with him, she agreed that he was a fine figure of a man.

“So, you’re really going to marry Jason, huh, sis?”

“Yes, I am. Now Mr. Grey’s wedding is over, we’ll have a little more time to plan.”

“Are you sure about this? I mean, you said yourself, you aren’t happy about the fact that he wears a gun like it’s part of his body, another leg or something.”

I look up and can’t help snorting at her comment. She rolls her eyes.

“Yes, yes, I know – he’s hung like a horse and walks on three legs six days out of seven.”

“Everybody needs a day off.”

“Not according to you.”

“Allison! I’m not discussing my love life with you!”

“No? Well, have another glass of tequila. God, this stuff is disgusting. I think it’s the bottle Jason gave to Bill. I found it in the garage.”

There’s a brief silence. I really wish my sister approved of Jason, but I’ve given up hoping for that.

“Look, Gail, I’m your sister and I love you. I just want you to be happy, but…”

“But me no buts, Allison – Jason is it for me. We love each other and we’re going to get married. No, I’m not happy that he carries a sidearm as part of his employment, but I’ve decided that life is too short to wait for perfection. Because in every other way, Jason is perfection.”

“He swears too much.”

“I know.”

“He thinks I’m a frigid bitch.”

“I know.”

“He has a really great ass.”

I can’t help laughing. “I know.”

“Well, I’ll support you, of course, Gail. I love you, honey.”

And that was how we left it.

When Mr. and Mrs. Grey leave for their lunch, Jason prowls into the staff quarters.

“Miss me, baby?”

He undresses me with his eyes and a devilish smile crosses his face.

And despite what I’d promised myself, we never did have that talk.

Taylor’s POV

“Motherfucking what?!”

I’m not given to bad language, but there are times when Webster’s dictionary just don’t cut it.

Sawyer has informed me that an unsub is tailing the boss’s R8 – and Ana is driving. Worse still, the mark has got between the Greys and the two clowns formerly known as Ryan and Sawyer. Turns out Mrs. Grey’s idea of a joke was to leave her protection units for dust. What the hell was the boss thinking?! I mean, for fuck’s sake! The security level is Defcon fucking 1, and he lets an inexperienced driver behind the wheel of a V8 engine. Is he fucking insane?

Okay, wrong question – we all know Grey is challenged in the sanity department – just ask Dr. Flynn (who probably is seeing his own shrink after four years of treating Grey).

I patch in to Grey’s BlackBerry to hear the comms chatter.

“We’re right behind the unsub, Mr. Grey. He’s trying to catch up with you, sir. We’re going to try and come alongside, put ourselves between your car and the Dodge.”

Grey’s voice follows and I can hear the tension in every syllable.

“Good. Mrs. Grey is doing well. At this rate, provided the traffic remains light – and from what I can see it is – we’ll be off the bridge in a few minutes.”

Fuck! I should be there! This is my job – my job – to keep Ana safe. To keep the boss safe. But I’m not there, I’m here.

I consider the options. I could alert the cops, but Grey wouldn’t like that. Besides if there are any cruisers in the area, they’re bound to pick up two speeding cars. I could get to them in 14 minutes

Fourteen fucking minutes. Ana could be dead in 14 minutes: they could shoot out the tire – it’s the most vulnerable part of the R8. The doors have some reinforcement but it wouldn’t keep out an armor-piercing shell. And there’s no time to get an eye-in-the-sky.

I again consider taking the SUV and going to meet them, but I know that I’m needed here to coordinate. Sitting, like a fucking useless fool.

I tell Sawyer that he and Ryan are on their own for now. His reply is short, but not sweet.

“Ffwcio!”

Well, his mom is Welsh.

Sawyer’s voice is back with Grey.

“Mrs. Grey, head for I-5 and then south. We want to see if the Dodge follows you all the way.”

Of course it’s going to fucking follow them! Does Sawyer think an unregistered car is following Seattle’s number one billionaire by coincidence?

Sawyer must have sent his brain for drycleaning.

“He’s cleared the traffic and picked up speed,” says Sawyer.

No fucking kidding!

“He’s hit one hundred and ten, sir.”

Shit! I hope Ana can handle it. Think positive – her dad is ex-army. He taught her how to drive. She can handle herself – she always does.

“We’re taking the Stewart Street exit.”

Grey’s voice is brittle with anxiety. He’s holding it together for her, for his woman, for his wife.

“Head straight to Escala, sir.”

That’s my cue. I dial Frank.

“Emergency protocol one. Now.”

“Wow, really?”

“Just do it, asshole!”

I slam the phone down.

That fucker is on his last goddamn warning.

I take the service elevator to the garage, open the doors, and prepare the steel shutters. Once Ana and Grey are inside, I can slam that shit closed, like a fucking portcullis. Except this one is made of steel and anyone who gets in the way is about to be sliced and diced.

My finger hovers over the button. And I wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Where the fuck are they?

“We’re stopped at the first light on Stewart,” snaps Sawyer.

Fucking loser! Ram the fucking car in front of you and get the fuck out!

“We’re hidden in the parking lot between Stewart and Boren,” says Grey.

No! That lot is a fucking dead end! Shit! Shit! Shit!

And I wait.

Then I hear Sawyer’s voice, relief flooding the airwaves.

“We’re passing Stewart and Boren now, sir. I see the lot. He’s gone straight past you, sir.”

There’s a brief click as the boss turns off his BlackBerry. What the…? Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me… Now is the best time for them to fuck? Ah, come on!

I suppose we’re just all grateful he didn’t leave the comms open. I have enough memories of hearing and seeing the boss fuck his subs. And there was that time when he first met Ana, and the doc was trying to get into Grey’s room… oh, hell, I really don’t want to remember that. Distraction – quick!

O say can you see by the dawn’s early light,

Oh, Christ, not the time I found him with that trapeze thing…

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming.

Or that time with the sub, the butt plug the size of Texas, and the business call from Taiwan.

Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight…

“The unsub has slowed outside Escala. He’s casing the joint.”

Thank Christ. And there he is – the guy in the Dodge. Stupid fucker – I’ve got him on CCTV. Good profile shot. Yeah, we’ll analyze the shit out of that. Fucker is going down.

Ah shit, why didn’t I have to think of ‘going down’?

“Where’s Sawyer? And the Dodge? How come Sawyer’s not with you?”

Huh, that was quick.

Grey’s voice snaps out his not unreasonable questions.

Ryan responds calmly. “Sawyer’s sticking with her. We saw long hair.”

“Her? Stick with her?”

Her? That’s unexpected. It’s not the witch bitch from what I could see; I wonder if it could be the Williams woman.

Just in case, I speed dial her psych unit, but no, she’s not AWOL. Then who?

I hear the R8 before I see it. With the sitch under control, I see no need to panic Mrs. Grey anymore than she already is. I slink into the shadows, what the Marines call low profile. I lurk.

Ana and Grey exit their vehicle, and I nearly have a fucking heart attack when a silver Beamer pulls into the garage. But it’s the new asswipe from apartment sixteen. Long haired hippy fucker. Probably works in media, whatever the fuck that means. But he’s not a threat, except to his barber.

I’m only half surprised when Grey tosses Ana over his shoulder and makes a run for the playroom. Okay, well that last bit might have been a slight exaggeration as there was no shoulder-tossing involved, but it’s clear that the debrief on the fucking balls up that just happened is going to have to wait… while the balls are fucking up.

Ah hell. I need a new job.

Sawyer is back first.

“Jesus, T, that was some fucked up shit.”

“You don’t say, you dumbass grunt! You let an unsub get between you and Grey! If he doesn’t have your balls on a plate, I fucking will. Christ-amighty! We’ve got death threats coming out of our asses and you act like it’s a fucking church picnic? What is your fucking damage?!”

“No excuse, boss.”

That’s pretty much the standard answer anyone who’s served uses when they know they’ve fucked up big time. And he’s right – there is no excuse for that sorry, shabby, shitty op.

Five minutes later, Ryan completes the cock that is most definitely up.

“Lost him,” he grunts.

I shake my head, disbelievingly.

Ryan shrugs. “Fucker’s good.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? He’s ‘good’?

Ryan looks pissed.

“Mrs. Grey should never have been driving. Grey should never have been driving. Hell, T, you told him yourself that he and Mrs. Grey should have a CP unit with them every fucking second of every fucking day – in the same fucking vehicle. Grey was the one who wanted ‘normal’.”

Ryan makes air quotes.

I look at him in disgust. “Because he trusted his team, you rank fucking amateur.”

There’s silence.

I rub my hands over my eyes. I’m still jet-lagged.

“Go get Gail to fix you something to eat. We’ve got a lot of work to do and it’s going to be a long, fucking night – that’s if Grey doesn’t fire your sorry asses.”

But my cell phone rings first.

“Daddy! You’re back!”

“Hey, Princess! How’s my number one girl?”

There’s a long pause.

“Am I your number one girl, daddy?”

“Of course you are, pumpkin. Why would that change?”

“Mommy says you’re marrying your girlfriend.”

Lucy and her fucking loose lips!

“Well, that’s right, sweetheart, I am.”

“So, she’ll be your number one girl,” Sophie says sadly.

“No way, honey. You’ll always be my number one gal. Gail is my…” I hunt for the right words. “Gail is my number one woman.”

“She’s not my mommy.”

“I know that, baby. You have a mommy,” even if she is a fucking Class A Bitch with Brontysaurus breath. “Gail will be… like an auntie.”

I can hear sniffing on the line, then Lucy’s strident vocals pollute the air.

“Well done, Jason. You’ve only been back 30 seconds and you’ve made my daughter cry.”

Our daughter, Lucy, and what the fuck were you doing telling her I’m marrying Gail?”

“Well, it’s true, isn’t it?”

“Yes! But I was going to tell her in person. You fucking knew that! Were you trying to mess it up for me?”

“Don’t put this on me, Jason, and stop swearing – you know I hate that.”

Is she serious?

“I’m coming over.”

“What? No. It’s too late.”

“Lucy, don’t you fucking fight me on this. I’m coming over now and I will see my daughter.”

And then I hang up.

Self-righteous, cold-titted, fish-faced mongrel hag.

Grey is surprisingly okay when I tell him I need to spend some time with my daughter. Maybe it’s a new found appreciation for family life – or the fact that he’s virtually comatose from a wide variety of… marital bliss.

“Take the time you need, Taylor.”

“Thank you, sir. I’ll be at Grey House by late morning on Monday.”

He nods and turns back to his computer. When he sees I’m still standing in front of him, he frowns.

“And?”

“And Gail… Mrs. Jones… I’ve asked her to marry me.”

He looks bemused.

“And?”

“She said yes.”

He frowns. “I hope that doesn’t mean she’s considering her resignation?”

“No, sir. Not unless you…”

“No, Taylor. Not at all. Mrs. Jones is a valued member of staff. I’d be happy for her to continue in her present position. And Mrs. Grey likes her.”

That’s a relief. I mean, I thought he’d be cool about it but the boss is nothing if unpredictable.

“Congratulations, Taylor. I’m…” Jeez, I hope he doesn’t say ‘happy’ for me – that will be the kiss of fucking death. “I’m pleased for you. Both of you. When do you plan on getting married?”

“We haven’t discussed that.” In the Fall, perhaps? Just before he and Mrs. Grey move into the new place.

He nods. “Fine. When you’ve decided what you want to do for your honeymoon, take the jet.”

What the fuck? ‘Take the jet’?!

I manage to stammer out a thank you. Damn it, that guy pisses me the fuck off! When did he start being so nice?

It’s creepy.

I’m halfway to see Princess Sophie when Welch calls me with the news.

“The driver of the unsub has been identified… it’s Jack Hyde.”

Fuck.

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81 Comments Post a comment
  1. 06/19/2013
    Christina

    Awesome! So happy for Gail and Jason. I hope he can eventually get more time with Sophie. Thanks for the update!

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    • 06/20/2013
      Jane H-B

      I’m sure that will happen. Thanks, Christina! jx

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  2. 06/19/2013
    Chris L

    Jane thank you for saying what ELJ never said that the driver had to be Jack Hyde. There was no reason the believe that Elizabeth Morgan would have had experience with high speed driving. Jack on the other hand as a teenager stole cars and likely had done some high speed driving in the process.

    I still hope Gail will make Jason a daddy again before its too late. She will would be a wonderful mom. And it would probably bring Ana and Gail closer inspite of their employer and employee relationship and age difference.

    Jane thank you for a new chapter in the Tales of Taylor. Well written as always. It has been awhile since I read anything new with Christian and Taylor front and center. I have only ELJ’s Christian’s Birthday post yesterday to tide me over. Your chapter was well worth waiting for.

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    • 06/19/2013
      Nancy M.

      @Chris…just a mention to you that if you’re looking for some wonderful CG POV, check out christiangrey50shades.blogspot.com. It isn’t Taylor and Christian, but is FANTASTIC reading…if you haven’t found it yet. just sayin….if you need another Grey fix. 🙂

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      • 06/20/2013
        Jane H-B

        She’s a lovely person, too : ) jx

      • 06/23/2013
        Chris L

        Thanks Nancy M. Christiangrey59shades is another FSOG blog I follow. Sasha Cameron who focuses on the siblings and is somewhat AU with the characters is also a great writer worth sampling if you have not yet done so. Jane remains my absolute favorite. And no one but Jane has Lisa TBM to package the great writing.

    • 06/20/2013
      Jane H-B

      Thanks, honey. You’re very welcome. : ) jx

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  3. 06/19/2013
    Nanette Virden

    Damn good chapter. Fuckin’ awesome. Jeez, how the shit do you do it all the time? Write the most Motherfuckin’ terrific chapters for your story. Okay, enough with Jason’s choice of colorful language. That was a great chapter. I simply adore Jason and Gail. Perfect couple. I especially loved the conversation with Sophie and Lucy. No wonder he dump her ass. Again, can’t say enough how I look forward to these POV of Jason’s. God damn fuckin’ wonderful. (Ooops! Sorry!)

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    • 06/20/2013
      Jane H-B

      Good heavens! Such language! Where are my smelling salts, I’m all overcome… LMAO, Nan : ) jx

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    • 06/20/2013
      Nancy M.

      I agree with her but I’m not going to use that fuckin’ language….bad jujus.

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      • 06/21/2013
        Jane H-B

        LOL! jx

  4. 06/19/2013
    Dina

    Awesome
    I have missed Taylor!

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    • 06/20/2013
      Jane H-B

      I thought you were faithful to Sebastian? I’m going to teeeeeeeeeell ! jx

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  5. 06/19/2013
    showdog

    Fantastic. Taylor’s profanity knows no bounds. So funny. You made my day with this thanks so much Jane

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    • 06/20/2013
      Jane H-B

      Yeah, I worry myself sometimes : ) Jx

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  6. 06/19/2013

    Great chapter. Love Taylor!

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    • 06/20/2013
      Jane H-B

      Ta. Smiling : ) jx

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  7. 06/19/2013
    rhonda

    Another great chapter! I love the humor you bring to Taylor. Please update soon…I know I’m greedy but its so good!!!! This is one of my favorite stories!

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    • 06/20/2013
      Jane H-B

      Your brand of addiction? Ok, Rhonda, I’ll try and update more quickly next time : ) jx

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  8. 06/19/2013
    Chris L

    Sawyer : “Ffwcio! ” Taylor (thought): “Well, his mother is Welsh”! So funny! I love playing with language. Jane you got to like a language which uses the English alphabet and in which you can have a perfectly valid word with no vowels or just a bunch of “y’s”.

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    • 06/20/2013
      Jane H-B

      My favourite word is syzygy : ) jx

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      • 06/29/2013
        Chris L

        🙂 I had to look that one up!

  9. 06/19/2013
    Sheila H

    Brilliant chapter, thank you, enjoyed every word.

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    • 06/20/2013
      Jane H-B

      Thanks so much, Sheila! jx

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  10. 06/19/2013
    Michelle C

    Brill, been laghing again, Also likeing the “Gail” POV too, Like how Christian says take the jet for your honeymoon 🙂 cany wait to read the next chapter

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    • 06/20/2013
      Jane H-B

      Thanks, Michelle. It was nice to hear Gail again, albeit briefly : ) jx

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  11. 06/19/2013
    Cindy

    Loved it!

    Jane, This isn’t showing up on the touchscreen website. It’s the one I usually use on my Ipad (a lot more friendly). I just happened to be checking mail from my computer screen and noticed the updates. The touchscreen is having serious problem. I am still looking for the wedding part. Where is that?

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    • 06/19/2013
      Cindy

      Ok, I have just looked at the Spanish Taylor POV. There are 20 chapters there (I don’t speak Spanish). When I look at Taylor POV in English, there are 11, which end as CG and Ros are back from Charlie Tango going down. It is this way both on Touchscreen and my computer screen. Is some one seeing this differently or am I just crazy? Should I be looking some where else?

      Ok, I have a observation, that, when I read 50 Shades, I visualized Taylor looking a certain way. I will say this, I am absolutely, positively NOT being racist. I visualized not buff, but this HUGE, 6 foot 7, 4 feet across at the shoulders African American who has muscles, that has muscles, that has muscles. Talking with the girls from work, they visualized the same thing when they read it! What do other people see him as looking like? From other sites, people say Matt Damon should be him in the movie. As much as I LOVE Matt Damon, nope. Too tiny.

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      • 06/20/2013
        Reny

        Cindy,
        I also imagined Taylor as African American! 🙂
        For the chapters, are you checking the same books? Because it seems to me that there are only 2 books in Spanish but 3 books in English… but everything seems to be fine other than that.

      • 06/20/2013
        Jane H-B

        I don’t think Christian would go for a really huge guy, he’d want someone who could blend into the background. My guess would be that Taylor isn’t black, but only because Bastille is specifically described as African-American. But who knows what they’ll do in the film? They’ve got their director now, Sam Taylor-Wood. That should be interesting. Next stage will be casting… : ) jx

    • 06/20/2013
      Jane H-B

      There’s a little bit of the wedding mentioned in the chapter ‘Johnny English’ – is that what you mean? jx

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  12. 06/19/2013
    Nancy M.

    Perfect Jane, just Perfect! Been checking the website daily for something new. So good to hear from you and your musings! LOVE TAYLOR. Such a great one-shot! thank you thank you. give us MORE!

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    • 06/20/2013
      Jane H-B

      Ta! jx

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  13. 06/19/2013
    Cheryl

    Taylor is sure in rare form….and I love it!!! Thank you for continuing your FSOG stories…..I still love the characters and every sentence you write for them is thoughtful and spot on!!!

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    • 06/20/2013
      Jane H-B

      Bless you, Cheryl! Thanks : ) jx

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  14. 06/19/2013
    Wendy Onefitgily

    I have to remember to read this when no one is around. My kids kept asking what was so funny. Couldn’t quite explain.. “Yes, yes, I know- he’s hung like a horse and walks on three legs six days out of seven.” I’m still pissing myself laughing, long after I’ve read it. This is chocked full of intricate detail and exquisitely delivered. As always. Thank you, Jane!

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    • 06/20/2013

      I have to agree with you I haven’t got over a fucathon yet!!!

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      • 06/20/2013
        Jane H-B

        Heh heh. Good to know : ) jx

    • 06/20/2013
      Jane H-B

      I’m laughing just reading your message! Maybe I should put a health warning when I post chapters. Coffee on keyboards seems to have happened a few times, too. Yeah, hadn’t really thought that your kids might want an explanation. Hope you got over that ok!! jx

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    • 06/20/2013
      Cheryl

      Wendy—–your post made me laugh…….whenever I think I have some privacy…that’s when kids come out of the woodwork and ask why I’m LOL…..this is the time that I have to click out real quick, as they can READ now!!!!!…..never thought I’d be sorry to say that!!!! ha ha

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  15. 06/19/2013
    Linda

    Thanks Jane, this chapter was entertaining and showed us the real side of Taylor and a little into the new and improved Christian. As always, you make my day.

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    • 06/20/2013
      Jane H-B

      Thanks, Linda. That’s a lovely thing to say : ) jx

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  16. 06/19/2013
    Evelyne-raconte

    OH MY ROB ! This chapter is GREAT ! Thank you for sharing.

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    • 06/20/2013
      Jane H-B

      I deeply approve of your choice of imprecation : ) jx

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  17. 06/19/2013
    Sue

    Great chapter really enjoyed it. Keep up the good work.

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    • 06/20/2013
      Jane H-B

      Thanks, Sue. I’ll try. Ta! jx

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  18. 06/19/2013
    Sami

    Gotta love Taylor 🙂

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    • 06/20/2013
      Jane H-B

      Yeah, me, too : ) jx

      Reply
  19. 06/19/2013
    lili

    Just call me daddy! You are too funny! I love Taylor’s voice, he is funny and dead serious at the same time. A perfect combination. Loved this chapter!

    Reply
    • 06/20/2013
      Jane H-B

      Aw, thanks, Lili! Glad you enjoyed it : ) jx

      Reply
  20. 06/20/2013

    Thankyou for this great update well worth waiting for. I know you have a life of your own and no doubt you are living it. but me and countless fans are greatful for your time and effort in keeping us all happy with your great story line. I agree with you Fity shades and more is a well written and exciting read. Also, A walk in the Clouds, is another very good cgpov. rest now but not too long, as we still want chapter 10 of Dr Flynns pov please.

    Reply
  21. 06/20/2013
    Claudia Saeva

    Thank you!!!!

    Reply
    • 06/20/2013
      Jane H-B

      : ) jx

      Reply
  22. 06/20/2013
    Linda

    I second these thoughts. However, I have never heard of A Walk in the Clouds. Where does one find this?

    Reply
    • 06/20/2013

      Type it in on your search engine thats how I found it. Writen by Enimethal on blog spot good kuck

      Reply
  23. 06/20/2013
    Reny

    I love the way Taylor understands Christian and knows what he’s going to do next.

    You’re very talented. Congratulations!

    Reply
    • 06/20/2013
      Jane H-B

      Thanks, Reny. I appreciate that : ) jx

      Reply
  24. 06/20/2013
    Vicki Bousfield

    Thankyou Thankyou Thankyou!!!!! It was wonderful to read this chapter on Taylor your chapters always makes my day that little bit more happier and bearable Thankyou again

    Reply
    • 06/20/2013
      Jane H-B

      You’re very welcome, lovey girl : ) jx

      Reply
  25. 06/20/2013

    I guess I was into delayed gratification today. Held off reading this latest Taylor chapter until I could go for something a little stronger than, Yorkshire Gold. Taylor demands serious attention, not only by his team, but by your readers.
    He really is great at logistics, and, of course, multitasking . Vertical or horizontal we all begin in one position, and end up in the other as we fall off our chairs laughing!
    Who the hell needs pictures when you can visualize, Frank- the hairy eyeball?? Congratulations Jane. You have, in me, another, very happy fan. Thank you, grazie and Ta ! xx

    Reply
    • 06/20/2013
      Jane H-B

      Aw, thanks, baby : ) Love your horizontal ending LMAO! jx

      Reply
      • 06/20/2013

        Well, when it comes to Taylor, everything on the horizon is, good! Very good! ; )

  26. 06/20/2013
    Karyn Jacobs

    So good!! And worth the wait!! That was a steaming hot chapter when they did it in the car!!

    Reply
  27. 06/20/2013
    joeyjo81

    I was just thinking, I could do with a Taylor fix & then bam. Fantastic as alway Jane. You capture Taylor fantastically. Love it. Thank you x

    Reply
  28. 06/21/2013
    cyssy

    Yeah!!!!!!!!!!!! I have been waiting for a taylor chapter!! It was amazing like always. Cant wait for more 😉

    Reply
    • 06/21/2013
      Jane H-B

      Aw, thanks, hon : ) jx

      Reply
  29. 06/21/2013
    BIng M

    Taylor’s back with a vengeance!…but I still miss Christian After Twenty, Mistress Jane… Have you met Simon Anthony Craig yet? How do you like him?

    Reply
    • 06/21/2013
      Jane H-B

      Sorry, don’t know who that is, Bing? A clue, please : ) jx

      Reply
      • 06/23/2013
        Bing M

        Ooops. my character, Mistress Jane…in my book. Just wanted to know if you’ve gotten around to reading it yet.

      • 06/23/2013
        Jane H-B

        Sorry, my dear! I had forgotten the surname. I loved his first name because it is the same as my brother’s. Yes, I read it and had great enjoyment. I suspected the plot twist when you first said she had amnesia, but the ride really romped on. The attraction between the two of them was smokin’ – well done, sweetpea : ) What are you writing next? jx

      • 06/24/2013
        BIng M

        I’m so glad you liked it…hope you can put in a good word somewhere to help me out. Have to find the time to write since I have a full time job now…but still brimming with ideas. Thank you thank you for the inspiration, it was so invaluable!

      • 06/25/2013
        Jane H-B

        Are you on goodreads? Send me the link and I’ll be happy to write something : ) jx

  30. 06/22/2013

    Love it!!!! Ah your Taylor never fail to crack me up with his colourful choice of words and his thoughts.
    And love his soft spot for his no, 1 girl and no. Woman. Good save, Taylor! Good save!

    And now im back to waiting impatiently for Seb and his colourful words. 🙂
    Have i told you lately that i love you?? You’re amazing!!!!!!!

    Reply
  31. 06/28/2013
    Rosiebug

    OMG just recently found this link and I love it can’t wait for the next chapter of Taylor

    Reply
  32. 06/30/2013
    Jo Ann

    OMG!!! I have been away too long, that was just what I needed. Can’t wait for the next one…until then

    Reply
  33. 07/6/2013

    Just a general question; where is our lovely, BM?? Oh Lisa, where art thou?

    Reply
  34. 07/8/2013
    Anna

    Hi Jane, cant wait for the next chapter of FSOT and also the Dark Christian and also Paging Dr Flynn. Bless you always!

    Reply
  35. 07/10/2013
    Lynne

    HOW ABOUT MORE OF TAYLOR?

    Reply
  36. 07/21/2013
    fanny rebellon

    Hola jane hb me facina como escribes taylor me encanto y me rei un mundo dime para cuando sale el 3 libro en español solo hay 20 cap en español porque el traductor geogle es horrible, te agradezco una respuesta pues todos los dias abro la pag y no hay nada nuevo sobre todo en español gracias por tomarse este trabajo lo hacen de maravilla, un beso desde venezuela.

    Reply

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