"I'd rather bleed to death.""If you were anyone else, those would be your last words."3.5 stars. Maybe we're not quite at the point of pure Vlad depth but at least this time we got to see more tyranny at work.Two vampires hung from the spiked silver chains embedded in the rock, a third impaled in front of them."That's sick, I breathed."Nobody probably cares about that except for me, I'm guessing. It's hard for me to imagine though, to figure out how gruesome Vlad should be portrayed, while he's still somehow supposed to be a love interest. Leila seems to handle her prince of darkness just fine. She isn't one for sugar coating things. I can get behind that. Do I think she's taking everything in stride a bit too easily? Perhaps. While she realizes what he's done, does she really get it? Seeing the bigger picture through visions would have had me headed for the hills!This wasn't the most action-packed book from Frost. There were some story lulls, I thought, but the getting was good enough for me to overlook a few lazy moments. The magic from the first few Night Huntress books still isn't there yet and the chemistry isn't quite at the Cat and Bones level, but there was a mini version of the infamous chapter 32 which happened after a big turning point in Leila's life. It was verrah nice. You'll just have to experience it for yourself if you want to know!Even though Vlad and Leila are still stumbling through their feelings, there were still plenty of moments which stood out."I can barely stand the sight of you because you're more beautiful than I've allowed myself to remember."Leila has a bit of the Cat possessiveness and insecurity (she even had an inner voice *facepalm*). I wasn't real thrilled to see this. I can't say that I found Twice Tempted to be the tightest-written second installment for a series but after a few just okay books, this worked fine for what I wanted to read in the moment. I'm looking forward to what's up next for these new partners in crime.But please, no more "love is a drug" crap. I get enough of it in my contemporaries. His embrace was my drug of choice, and as any addict knew, one sampling was too many - and a thousand never enough. Boo.