Ray Garton's _Lot Lizards_ grinds like a big deisel. He hauls you into a truck stop, sets the air brakes and locks you into the setting. You hear a hundred truck engines idling, you smell the fuel oil and the greasy food from the truck stop diner.
Ray Garton shows you the trucker's lifestyle, and not all of it is romantic open roads. Passion? Yes, but usually bought, in the form of young prostitutes --lot lizards-- that frequent truck stops, roaming between the aisles of parked rigs.
The lot lizards at this particular truck stop, however, are strange: they're a little trashier than usual, a little bolder, and they seem to be hanging around two black Peterbilts loaded with coffins. And they have fangs.
Those who look for sympathetic vampire protagonists are not going to find any here. Ray Garton's vampires are *not* your friends. You don't want to sit in a room with them and ask them questions about their immortality. You want to get out your crucifix, smear yourself with garlic oil, and start sharpening your wooden stakes.
_Lot Lizards_ is vampire fiction for those who are tired of the bitterweet tales called "dark fiction" that have been at the forefront of the bookstores lately. If you like *horror* then these are the vampires you want.
After reading _Lot Lizards_, you'll never see a truck stop the same way again.