{"id":253620,"date":"2026-07-13T02:55:58","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:55:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/back-in-the-arms-of-the-devil-avery-hart\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T02:55:58","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:55:58","slug":"back-in-the-arms-of-the-devil-avery-hart","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/back-in-the-arms-of-the-devil-avery-hart\/","title":{"rendered":"Back In The Arms Of The Devil – Avery Hart"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I had been stuck on the bottom one all day, making sure to tend to every last one of Gordon\u2019s needs. Food, drinks, cushion, phone charger, laptop, another cushion, a blanket, glass of water, one more glass of water, yet another cushion. It was like dealing with a child. Sometimes I wondered why Gordon was so eager to get me pregnant when he was already playing the role of an obnoxious spoiled brat.<\/p>\n

He already had what he wanted. But finally, a little while after the moon rose high in the sky, he fell asleep. All the pain medication he had taken during dinner had aided him in nodding off early, leaving me the chance to have some freedom. It had been a long time since I had that. It was after ten and slightly later than I would usually go to sleep.<\/p>\n

Gordon had me on a strict schedule, so being up so late felt like breaking the law. I was free. A little free, at least. And it was all thanks to that long flight of stairs. Or maybe I should have been thanking Bridger. Either way, the second I entered the bedroom, I made a beeline for the balcony, eager to just be at peace for a little while after waiting on hand and foot for Gordon all day.<\/p>\n

I pulled open the heavy double doors, fully ready to embrace the evening air when I heard it. \u201cYou done looking after him?\u201d I literally jumped at the sudden sound. At that deep voice. That stupid, deep voice. I couldn\u2019t even see him. It was pitch black out on the bedroom balcony. The only light was that subtle orange blaze from Bridger\u2019s cigarette. \u201cHe must be tired,\u201d he said. \u201cBusy day at the bingo hall, right?\u201d \u201cWhat the hell is wrong with you?\u201d I snapped. \u201cI should be asking you that,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2025 by Avery Hart All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the publisher. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission. This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination.<\/p>\n

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. Cover Photo: Alessio Soggetti First edition This book was professionally typeset on Reedsy Find out more at reedsy.com 1kitap1.com\/en Contents Content Warning Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 1kitap1.com\/en Content Warning Please read the trigger warnings before moving forward.<\/p>\n

You can expect the following: Home invasions\/burglaries Graphic sex Graphic murder\/violence Forced voyeurism Mentions of a parent being injured in a car accident Domestic violence (not between the main characters). This includes physical and emotional abuse, forced sex, and reproductive coercion Discussions about pregnancy Please keep your safety in mind if any of the above warnings cross your boundaries.<\/p>\n

I would personally label Bridger as being between morally gray and black. If you\u2019re after an MMC who only hurts bad people, this may not be the book for you. Deep down, Bridger Underwood is just a bad boy with a heart of gold. 1kitap1.com\/en Prologue Bridger I was thirteen years old the first time I ended up in the back of a cop car. My dad had been T-boned a year prior and with that came him losing two things: his job and his ability to walk.<\/p>\n

Wheelchairs were goddamn expensive and I had no problem pulling my weight around the house to make things easier for him and Mom, and that meant stealing. Bread, milk, butter, bananas \u2014Dad\u2019s favorite, and I\u2019d be damned if I didn\u2019t give him something to look forward to. But while I had been sneaky, I hadn\u2019t been sneaky enough: which was why at the tender age of thirteen, I had those damn bananas ripped out of my hands and had my first mugshot taken. The next time I felt those cuffs digging into the skin of my wrists, I was sixteen.<\/p>\n

What should have been a typical, boring schoolyard fight\u2014the kind I had been involved in a hundred times before\u2014got a little out of hand when Tyler Grenville made a joke about my dad.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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