"In the year of the three J's: Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix and Jim Morrison, the music industry is rocked by the vampire, Ashara, and her lover, Liam Archer, lead singer of Darkside. Follow their perilous journey from California to Portugal, complicated by Ashara's evil twin sister. Why does Zariaz plot against her? And to what end? If you love rock-n-roll intrigue, gothic imagery, and vampires, Dark Lullaby is a must-read—and author Staci Layne Wilson delivers the goods!"—T. M. Gray, author of Feast of Faust

"Staci Layne Wilson has a gift for rich storytelling and a captivating imagination. Dark Lullaby draws the reader into her unique vampire world and never lets go!"—Scarlett Dean, Author of Unfinished Business

"…A daring, colorful, and compelling horror story that honors the traditional paranormal rules and adds a dash of romance. Staci Layne Wilson writes sexy, believable characters, and slams out cliff-hanging suspense that keeps the pages turning well into the night. Wilson's provocative prose is vibrant, engaging and sharp as a vampire's fang."—L. M. Parkinson, Author of Teeth

…Ashara just barely caught a glimpse of the wicked fangs before they were in her neck. She felt an odd rapture, then a disconcerting swoon to weakness. She had to lie down. Her sister laid her gently upon the hardwood floor. The parlour piano was a giant monolith in her eyes-its glossy black wood had turned to stone. Her slowing heart felt as hard as granite, too. She cared about nothing…not even her own life.

"I've made some new friends," said Zariaz, kneeling at Ashara's side. She chuckled. "They want to meet you." Ashara felt her sister's hand at the back of her neck and behind her knees. With an easy strength, she lifted her twin and made her way up the stairs. They were going to Mother's room.

Ashara's vision was dimming, but she saw Marileta lying on the bed, her throat slashed open. Beside her, sitting cross-legged on the mattress, was a pale-skinned, dark-haired man dressed all in black.

"What have you done?" Zariaz asked, a note of thin panic rising in her voice.