A review by kara_hildebrand
Sinful Love by Lauren Blakely

5.0

Sinful Love is the final book in the Sinful Nights series. Lauren is one of my top five go-to-authors. I just read everything she writes. Some of my favorite series' of all time are Lauren Blakely's. Lauren's writing just keeps getting better and better. She makes you care about these characters. You laugh with them, you cry with them. You celebrate with them. She writes the sexiest book boyfriends and the smartest leading ladies!
I have been Team Michael from the start. There was just something about his seriousness, his loyalty to his family and his heart. I've been looking forward to his book for a very long time. Michael isn't the same man he was years ago. Before his father was killed, he was laid back, fun and in love. Now, years later while his father's murder is still unsolved, he gets a letter that he can't say no to. The only girl he's ever really loved wants to see him again. He says yes. Seeing her again brings back all of his memories and hers. Once he gets a taste of her he can't let her go again. Their relationship quickly becomes explosive. It's fast and hard and soft and sweet at the same time. They can't get enough of each other. Annalise is badass! She knows what she wants and she asks for it. The only thing holding her back is her fear to love again. Michael wears his heart on his sleeve and can't help but lay it out at her feet. When Annalise remembers something from the days before Michael's father's death, the case heats up. Can Michael and Annalise make a long distance relationship work this time around? Are her memories the key to solving the murder? I loved this story! Michael is just so…great. I love his intensity and his love for this woman. Together they are perfect! I didn't see the twists and turns coming and I loved being surprised! One of my other favorite characters got a little happily ever after too!

He arched a brow. “Why not? Do I seem like I have a dislike for drinks that are delicious?”
She shook her head. “No. I’d just have figured beer, or scotch, or something strong and manly.”
He held up a hand. “Wait. Now I’m not manly? Because I ordered champagne?”

God, why were forearms so delicious? But she knew the answer. They spelled strength and power, and the ability for a man to anchor himself over a woman as he took her.

His jaw was square, his cheekbones strong, his lips so fucking kissable. His ice-blue eyes lit up when their gazes met, a match setting her ablaze with his heat.

He loved and hated this moment.
This was just a fucking kiss.
But it was so much more.
He’d never kissed like this before. Fierce and greedy. Needy and dreamy.
He wanted to live in this kiss.