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Out of Control (Kincaid Brides, #1) QUOTES

1 " beginning "

― Mary Connealy , Out of Control (Kincaid Brides, #1)

2 " He rubbed the ugly, jagged scar that ran from the corner of his eye to his hairline just above his ear. He was glad he had it. A lifelong reminder of that awful day "

― Mary Connealy , Out of Control (Kincaid Brides, #1)

3 " beautiful woman. Beautiful? That thought cleared his head. “Uh . . . you’re not fifty or sixty years old, "

― Mary Connealy , Out of Control (Kincaid Brides, #1)

4 " beautiful. “But if we get out of here and you’re . . . uh . . . old and—” ugly—“sixty years old or something . . . "

― Mary Connealy , Out of Control (Kincaid Brides, #1)

5 " poured water into a basin. He moved the basin to the table. Julia reached for the water hesitantly. “Let me help.” Rafe pulled a chair around the corner of the wooden plank "

― Mary Connealy , Out of Control (Kincaid Brides, #1)

6 " ugly, jagged scar that ran from the corner of his eye to his hairline just above his ear. He was glad he had it. A lifelong reminder of that awful day thirteen years ago and this treacherous cavern. He’d grown up fast. A breeze coming down across the "

― Mary Connealy , Out of Control (Kincaid Brides, #1)

7 " perked "

― Mary Connealy , Out of Control (Kincaid Brides, #1)

8 " care to explain, so he turned her into his arms and kissed her. When he pulled away, her eyes blinked open as if her lids were almost too heavy to hold up. “You really shouldn’t kiss me like that, Rafe. I swear when you do it, I can’t seem to think clearly.” “Why don’t you just relax and let me do the thinking for the both of us for a while? "

― Mary Connealy , Out of Control (Kincaid Brides, #1)

9 " such a thing right now, Rafe?” She came along so willingly. “Not one reason in the world, little darlin’.” “Where are we going?” Rafe didn’t really care to explain, so he turned her into his arms and kissed her. When he pulled away, her eyes blinked open as if her lids were almost too heavy to hold up. “You really shouldn’t kiss me like that, Rafe. I swear when you do it, I can’t seem to think clearly.” “Why don’t you just relax and let me do the thinking for the both of us for a while?” As the evening passed and their "

― Mary Connealy , Out of Control (Kincaid Brides, #1)

10 " The voice broke. Sobbing echoed off the cavern walls. Not a little boy. He stuck his head over the cavern entrance. “A woman?” Rafe spoke aloud. Trying to believe his own ears. The words echoed into the depths. There was no response, only sobs. But it was not his imagination. There really was "

― Mary Connealy , Out of Control (Kincaid Brides, #1)

11 " Chapter 1 Colorado Territory June 23, 1866 Last time. This is it. Never again. Rafe Kincaid pulled his chestnut thoroughbred to a halt in full darkness, still a short distance away from the entrance of the cavern. He rubbed the ugly, jagged scar that ran from the corner of his eye to "

― Mary Connealy , Out of Control (Kincaid Brides, #1)

12 " Before they quit skidding, three sets of hands were dragging Seth off of her. Julia was yelling threats and orders. Rafe had Seth in a "

― Mary Connealy , Out of Control (Kincaid Brides, #1)

13 " Mary Connealy is a Carol Award winner and a RITA Award finalist. An author, "

― Mary Connealy , Out of Control (Kincaid Brides, #1)

14 " nearly three years of marriage, Audra could no longer remember why she’d been so stupid as to believe a man who had power over her tyrant of a father would be loving with her. “But she never goes off for this long.” Julia "

― Mary Connealy , Out of Control (Kincaid Brides, #1)

15 " thousand questions raced through Rafe’s mind. He suspected she wouldn’t answer any of them. “We’ll get you out of here, and I’ll help you get . . . get home.” Where in the world could home be? There weren’t any women in the area. There hadn’t been any since the gold had run out. Well, a few Indians. But her little bit of talking told him she wasn’t one. As he descended, Rafe felt the darkness of the cave press on him like a slowly closing fist, crushing him by inches. He quit talking so he could breathe. After what seemed like forever, he reached the ledge. Stepping off the ladder, he turned, listening. Her breathing was audible. She was close to the left side tunnel, as if she was poised to run down it, away from him. “Please, don’t be afraid. I won’t harm you. "

― Mary Connealy , Out of Control (Kincaid Brides, #1)

16 " And Audra?” “Yes?” “Tell my brothers "

― Mary Connealy , Out of Control (Kincaid Brides, #1)

17 " time. This is it. Never again. Rafe Kincaid pulled his chestnut thoroughbred to a halt in full darkness, still a short distance away from the entrance of the cavern. He rubbed the ugly, jagged scar that ran from the corner of his eye to his hairline just above his ear. "

― Mary Connealy , Out of Control (Kincaid Brides, #1)

18 " stale air and stared into the darkness, knowing his eyes couldn’t penetrate it. There was no way to climb out without the ladder. There was another twenty-foot descent after the ladder ended at the ledge, but it wasn’t as smooth as the upper stretch, so Rafe could climb down. “Are you hurt?” Rafe began talking as he tested the ladder. It felt sturdy. He swallowed hard, said a quick prayer, and swung over the edge. It was like climbing down the throat of a monster. “I’m coming to help you.” He heard a stifled sob. “Are you where you can see me?” One step at a time he descended the clinking ladder. “Can you hear that noise? I’ve got a chain ladder.” His voice pushed against the darkness, but it was a solid thing, too deep "

― Mary Connealy , Out of Control (Kincaid Brides, #1)

19 " Cold control sleeted in his veins as he drew his gun, leveled "

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20 " Chills stood the hair on the back of his neck on end as he thought of being stuck down in the cavern, forever. "

― Mary Connealy , Out of Control (Kincaid Brides, #1)