Dazed by Kim Karr ** Cover Reveal**

Title: Dazed (Connections #2.5)

Release date: April 1st, 2014

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Synopsis

Jagger Kennedy never went looking for fame, he just fell into it. After scoring a major modeling contract, his clean-cut good looks and charm catapulted his career. But when his actress girlfriend breaks his heart, he moves to L.A. to try his hand at acting. He’s not looking for love—he just needs to make a change.

Aerie Daniels is a woman in control … until she meets Jagger. Her surprising connection with him leaves her dazed and it’s unlike anything she’s ever felt. But just when she lets her walls fall, she makes a startling discovery about Jagger that breaks her fragile heart into a million pieces.

To keep from losing the woman who’s changing his world, Jagger is willing to give up anything—including his career. But even that might not be enough to regain Aerie’s shattered trust…

Excerpt

Excerpt from Dazed

Connections #2.5 by Kim Karr

© 2014 by Kim Karr

Published by the Penguin Group

Release date: April 1, 2014

Aerie Daniels

There’s something deliciously perverse about staring through the clear glass. All ofmy senses engage as I wait in line—the fragrance that fills the air as the fire cracklesbeneath the foil wrapped treats wafts under my nose, the beauty in each and every smallpackage as they line the shelves with tiny dots and colored sprinkles mesmerizes me, thesound made as the silver sheet is peeled back to reveal the magnificence it holdscaptivates me, and the anticipation of the taste makes my mouth water. Ummm… justthinking of the first bite into the moist brown exterior with its bittersweet Belgianchocolate complimenting the flavor of the Madagascar bourbon vanilla that oozes fromits inside has me trembling. The black and white cupcake—it’s simply perfection.Amidst the skyscrapers in Los Angeles’ South Park neighborhood, Sprinkles is agem tucked away for those of us who seek out a small piece of heaven. I don’t come hereoften, but when I do it’s for that one special treat. The menu describes it as, “Yin andYang.” An ancient proverb that says, “Complementary opposites, such as light and dark,day and night, and masculine and feminine, seemingly may exist as contrary forces, butare actually interconnected.” Simply put, it says one gives rise to the other and it’s true—opposites attract. Without the vanilla inside, one could not possibly crave the chocolateoutside—looking at the two parts united has me drooling.“You know what they say about staring through the glass,” a deep husky voice saysfrom behind me.His words tingle my skin and my gaze snaps up. “Excuse me?” I stop short, in adaze, not even sure what he just said I was so lost in my thoughts.He chuckles. “You know what they say about staring through the glass,” he repeats.My eyes blink and come into focus on the upward tilt of his full lips. Then my eyesmove to his smooth pale skin flecked with a light stubble, his nose seemingly sculptedeven with a slight imperfection in its slope, large eyes with the most unusual gray colorswirling from within, and chocolate brown colored hair framing his face in pieces—I’mnot sure if he has just rolled out of bed or if product molds it just so. Either way, he isutterly beautiful.“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Just be careful so you don’t fall in like Alice.” He smiles, displaying his brightwhite teeth.“Again, I’m sorry but I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I notice his eyessweep over me and my heart starts pounding.“Through the Looking Glass,” he responds in a dangerously husky voice.This time when he speaks I catch an accent, ever so slight but extremely sexy.It reminds me of how Robert De Nero talks, just not as loud or fast. I continue to stare,unable to respond. I notice that his physique is long and lean. He’s dressed in worn jeansthat fit him perfectly. His orange laced hiking boots scream I don’t conform. A pair oftortoiseshell sunglasses hang from the V of his gray sweater, which clings to his bodyperfectly. And an outdoor vest tops the outfit. It throws me off. It makes him look morelike an Abercrombie model than a James Dean type. It’s a navy blue down and quiltedone with a silver zipper. I don’t know why, but something about his outfit, about thisman, captivates me.“Number 98,” calls the girl from behind the counter.He steps closer. His warm breath whispers across my neck. “Through the LookingGlass is the sequel to Alice in Wonderland. When Alice gets too close to the glass, shefalls in and starts on a crazy journey,” he tells me as his arm waves in the air with a greenticket on display. Stepping closer, his gaze cuts from mine to the glass case as he handshis number to the clerk whose wearing a cute brown apron with the word Sprinklesscripted across it.“Can I have a dozen of the black and white cupcakes?” he asks.Suddenly alarmed, my eyes dart to the case as I watch the single remaining row of beautifully crafted cupcakes diminish until there are none left. My irritation flares as Iglance at my number—97.The beautiful stranger hands the clerk his credit card and waits to sign the slip.“I was number 97, my number was before yours,” I say as he’s handed the bag thatholds his treasure.“Oh, I’m sorry. Here let me get the sales clerk’s attention so you don’t have to takeanother number,” he says.I want to stomp my feet. I want to scream. I don’t want her attention. I don’t wantanother number. I want the cupcakes that he stole from me.“Miss,” he calls draping his perfectly fit body over the case. She looks his way andwith a charming grin he says, “Can you help this lovely lady? She missed her numberbeing called.”“Of course, I’m so sorry. How can I help you?” the girl asks averting her eyes fromthe man who looks like he should be on the cover of GQ magazine, over to me.He smiles at me with a face that belongs on a billboard. “Don’t fall in.”I swear he’s goading me. But then he tips his chin and a sexy, smoldering grin passesover his lips and I’m not so sure anymore. He turns to look at me one more time beforehe exits, and excitement flushes over my face. I nod a slight cursory acknowledgement,then he disappears and disappointment washes over me—he’s gone. Crap. The cupcakesare also gone. Double crap. And now I’m left wondering if he saw me staring at thatflavor? Did he distract me on purpose so he could purchase them first? Urrr…I’m soangry right now I consider walking out, but when the clerk asks me what I’d like I settlefor the Vanilla Milk Chocolate cakes—they are the mirror reflection of the black andwhites, with vanilla cake and chocolate frosting, but they are not nearly as good.

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