Exit 39

In the black heart of the New Mexico desert, some things aren't meant to be hauled.
Trent Wilson makes his living behind the wheel of a battered '90 Peterbilt, running quiet government loads through the Southwest. No questions asked. No cargo checked.
Until a midnight stop at Exit 39 - a lonely truck stop glowing in a sea of darkness - brings Maria into his life. Ripped jeans. Scuffed sneakers. Haunted eyes. And a warning in a language he doesn't understand.
When an unseen force tears open his trailer on the Arizona line, Trent catches a glimpse of what's inside... and wishes he hadn't. Blood-spattered wood. Medical files. Something sedated, then awake. And now it's loose.
Maria knows the word for what's hunting them Skinwalker. It wants her. And it will run them to the ends of the desert to get her.
Together, they'll cross the empty miles, through cedar groves that hum in the skull and canyons where pale shapes watch from the ridges. The government wants their lost cargo back. The Skinwalkers want blood. Trent and Maria just want to see the sun come up alive.
But in the Land of Enchantment, dawn doesn't always mean safety.

*If you would like a copy on Kindle, you can find it over on Amazon under my other pen name "Scarlett VonCannon" **