Keelan Blake Is Not My Book Boyfriend
Tropes: Enemies-to-lovers, Forced proximity, Kidnapping, Morally gray MMC, Secret code, Organized crime, Redemption arc fail
Content warnings: Violence, murder, emotional manipulation, gaslighting, rough sex with minimal aftercare
This standalone dark romance tries to deliver everything readers love in the genre—enemies-to-lovers angst, dangerous liaisons, and an obsessive MMC with secrets—but ends up feeling more like a cautionary tale than a love story. With rage-fueled sex, zero emotional arc, and a heroine who stays confused and complicit, His Sinful Marks left me frustrated, detached, and honestly kind of mad.
At 2.25 stars, this one tested my love of dark romance. I came in ready for morally gray obsession, a heroine caught between danger and desire, and an epic grovel arc. What I got instead was Keelan Blake: a violent, unrepentant killer who kidnaps the FMC, tattoos a secret code on her body without consent, and calls it love. Sadie, the heroine, has no personality beyond sexual attraction to the man who literally ruined her life. Every time she tries to resist him, she folds. There's no slow burn. No character growth. No real tension. Just violence, secrets, and sex that reads more like a control mechanism than chemistry.
The dual POV format didn’t help much—both characters sounded like plot devices with trauma bullet points instead of people I could root for. The writing is direct and readable, but emotionally shallow, with breakneck pacing that rushes from Vermont to Vegas without ever pausing for a genuine feeling.
And while the spice is undeniably a 4 on the heat scale, it never worked for me. It leaned hard into hate sex without any intimacy, vulnerability, or trust. When they finally "make love," it lands like a laugh line: we’re supposed to believe that tenderness makes up for kidnapping and gaslighting? Hard pass.
SPOILERS BELOW
We find out that Keelan killed a man in cold blood—and Sadie saw it. She testified against him, which put him in prison. So he escaped, kidnapped her, and dragged her back to L.A. to decode a lockbox left behind by her dead brother Patrick.
Turns out the code? It’s a soft-focus bedtime quote he tattooed on her stomach: “Dark skies kiss stars good night.” Why her stomach? “I’m out of space,” Keelan says, already covered in tattoos. He admits he never told her about the code because he needed her to come home and use a special program only she knows how to run. And instead of screaming or punching him, Sadie blames herself. Because she showed off the tattoo in a photo shoot.
That’s when Keelan says: “I killed for you. I’d do it again.” No remorse, no nuance, just obsessive justification.
When Sadie calls him out—“You know you’re fucked up, right?”—I cheered. When she follows it with, “You’re incapable of love,” I had hope. When Keelan actually agrees and realizes he hasn’t loved her the way she needs to be loved? I almost believed this book might pull off a redemption.
Then they “make love.” And Sadie says she loves him too.
Reader, I groaned.
If you're deep into the morally gray but irredeemable pipeline and just want some unhinged spice without emotional connection, this might scratch that itch. But if you need even the tiniest glimmer of growth, accountability, or genuine chemistry—His Sinful Marks will leave you cold.
Keelan Blake is not my book boyfriend. He’s a cautionary tale in designer clothes.