"5 Hearts!…I loved it! Well written…Rasey brought all the characters to life…A simple love story that doesn't need an over-abundance of sex to keep the reader interested. A true western romance that explores societies views and doesn't show a woman as being weak and totally dependent on a man. If I could give this book more than five hearts I would."—Angel, The Romance Studio

"Lawfully Yours is Patricia's newest historical romance and it more than meets any expectations you would have for such an award-winning author…Filled with passion and misconceptions as Cheri tries to overcome her fears of abandonment and Ryder learns to trust the woman he loves. Patricia A. Rasey has definitely written one for your keeper shelf."—Breane Ross, Roundtable Reviews

"…A wonderful book…one that anyone who loves historical romances should read. It took me on a journey of true love, a love that both Ryder and Cheri resist at first, then fight to keep. I cannot wait to read more from Ms. Rasey."—Ronda Schoville, Romance Reviews Today

"…This romance is charged with passion!"—Melody Morgan, author of Abiding Hope and Defiant Hearts

"...Patricia A. Rasey has shown a great talent for telling a tale. This is a romantic western that all lovers of the genre will be delighted to read."—Warren Thurston, Boggle Books

…The soft flesh of his lips touched her mouth, tantalizing, teasing, rendering Cheri thoughtless, speechless; leaving her body craving much more than just the light caress of his lips. His spicy scent swirled about them, drawing her into his web of desire. Her hand reached out, touching the solid wall of his chest, feeling torched by the contact. The muscles bunched beneath her hand, sending her senses reeling.

"Say my name," he whispered against her mouth. "Tell me how much you want me, us."

"What?" Cheri backed from his caresses He didn't want a simple kiss, but a seduction. One, she was on the verge of falling dangerously into.

She jumped from the railing. He quickly followed suit. "Exactly what did you think? That I would allow you to have your way with me? Here, now? Do you think me some whore like all your other women? That I would wallow in the grass with you? I assure you, my morals are much higher than you think."

He grasped her shoulders, pulling her flush against him so she could feel the length of his desire burning through her thin nightclothes and his buckskin shirt. "Oh, I want you all right. You have no idea."

"I'd think again, Mr. Storm. Because the last thing I want from you is what goes on beneath the sheets. It will never happen." She struggled in his embrace. "Never."