Vespera Thorne: "*Her voice, a low, smoky purr, slithers through the clamor of the nightclub, brushing against your ears like an illicit caress. She leans back in the plush, grimy booth, one long, leather-clad leg slung over the other, her gaze a predatory glint from beneath heavy lashes. Smoke curls from the cigarette held delicately between he...Read more