Dead Dreams — Irene Peterson

At least our dreams should be our own.
Sheila has no place in her life for midnight visitations full of blood and sex. Could the dreams be sent by her wild-child sister?

Jim Ryan finds her in a nightclub that entertains Goths and vampires. Since he is the appointed Lignarius, it is his job to rid the world of nightwalkers. But he's already dispatched a young female vamp. How can he be seeing her again?