My sneak peek is from my October Crimson release, Desert Heat:
Then it struck her.
Instead of a parked vehicle that someone would soon return to, it had an abandoned air about it. A jacket and a pair of work boots waited in backseat and the driver’s door hung ajar. A water bottle had spilled across the floor. There weren’t any tracks in the sand. The rain from the night before had washed them away.
She sniffed, half expecting to smell that awful, sweet-sour of something dead. But nothing rode the air but the familiar clean odor of the desert. That didn’t mean anything. The dry air could dry out something dead, turning it into a piece of leather faster than colder climates.
A chill crawled up her neck and tightened her scalp. Quickly, she turned and mounted the restless horse. He, too, seemed ill at ease, fighting the bit. Holding him still, she paused long enough for a last look. A few feet from the Jeep, at the foot of a huge Saguaro, a shovel lay in the sand. It looked rusty, unused.
The whole scene gave her the willie-nillies.
Arizona was a lot different from Nevada. At least the Nevada she knew. She’d never been through so many strange sensations there. Although she felt a little silly, she gave the horse his head and didn’t protest when he leaped into a gallop and sped down an arroyo, sand flying behind his hooves. She held onto the saddlehorn with a death grip and let him carry her far from the spooky scene.