Rick’s an easygoing sort, slow to quarrel, slow to judge. Too bad the small town he’s passing through doesn’t share his laid-back demeanor. An act of kindness to a woman in need could mean trouble…… for Rick.

Read this exciting excerpt from “Fallen Woman, Let Me Lift You“:

“Those are some fancy words, Rick,” Hester said, smiling in spite of herself.

“I’m a wanderer,” I said, “and I’ve followed many paths, including some that led through those halls of higher learning we call ‘universities’. I did some time there – learning, growing, accumulating knowledge from books… and from the people I met. Somewhere along the way I got a degree or two. Can’t say the book learning’s been much use to me though.”

Hester leaned closer to me, and the lowering sun through the windshield gave her eyes a rascal’s gleam that accentuated their natural beauty. “Oh, I think you’re using it just fine,” she said. I chuckled a little and shook my head.

Just then, a late-model Ford pickup sideswiped my rig and sent us careening into an embankment.