Friday, April 4, 2014

Tour Stop~Review & Giveaway~ Dazed by Kim Karr *****

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…

Dazed is a Connections Series Novella but it not necessary to read Connected and Torn prior to reading this. Also it has a beginning, a middle, and an end :)

                                            ~REVIEW~ *****

So I never in a million years thought I’d say this, but omg if I don’t love Jagger Kennedy as much as I do River Wilde, maybe even MORE! Kim Karr has absolutely done it again and created one of the most memorable men you are ever going to read. Jagger will steal your heart as soon as you meet him and leave you wanting more from him.

I loved getting to know more about Dahlia’s friend Aerie! She is such a wonderful character. She’s full of so much love and cares about everyone around her. I adore the way she takes care and looks out for Dahlia. Those are the kinds of friends you want on your side. Aerie definitely grows in this book and it is a magical thing to experience how she finally learns to have fun and feel free again.

So I honestly have no words that could possibly give Jagger justice! This man is remarkable. He’s strong, drop dead gorgeous, and has a way of making Aerie drop all of her walls and give in to him. He’s such an amazing man. I couldn’t help but love him. You can definitely tell that he is River’s cousin. That family has some amazing genes. And I so hope that Kim will give me more Jagger, maybe even let me in his head ;) 

So if you have read the connected series you are going to love this book. Dazed is as wonderful as the rest of the series and I love that each book just leaves me wanting more and more from this talented author who knows exactly what us readers want in a book. 

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Aerie Daniels 
There’s something deliciously perverse about staring through the clear glass. All of 
my senses engage as I wait in line—the fragrance that fills the air as the fire crackles 
beneath the foil wrapped treats wafts under my nose, the beauty in each and every small 
package as they line the shelves with tiny dots and colored sprinkles mesmerizes me, the 
sound made as the silver sheet is peeled back to reveal the magnificence it holds 
captivates me, and the anticipation of the taste makes my mouth water. Ummm… just 
thinking of the first bite into the moist brown exterior with its bittersweet Belgian 
chocolate complimenting the flavor of the Madagascar bourbon vanilla that oozes from 
its inside has me trembling. The black and white cupcake—it’s simply perfection. 
Amidst the skyscrapers in Los Angeles’ South Park neighborhood, Sprinkles is a 
gem tucked away for those of us who seek out a small piece of heaven. I don’t come here 
often, but when I do it’s for that one special treat. The menu describes it as, “Yin and 
Yang.” 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, but 
are 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 chocolate 
outside—looking at the two parts united has me drooling. 
“You know what they say about staring through the glass,” a deep husky voice says 
from behind me. 
His words tingle my skin and my gaze snaps up. “Excuse me?” I stop short, in a 
daze, 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 eyes 
move to his smooth pale skin flecked with a light stubble, his nose seemingly sculpted 
even with a slight imperfection in its slope, large eyes with the most unusual gray color 
swirling from within, and chocolate brown colored hair framing his face in pieces—I’m 
not sure if he has just rolled out of bed or if product molds it just so. Either way, he is 
utterly 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 bright 
white teeth. 
“Again, I’m sorry but I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I notice his eyes 
sweep 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 jeans 
that fit him perfectly. His orange laced hiking boots scream I don’t conform. A pair of 
tortoiseshell sunglasses hang from the V of his gray sweater, which clings to his body 
perfectly. And an outdoor vest tops the outfit. It throws me off. It makes him look more 
like an Abercrombie model than a James Dean type. It’s a navy blue down and quilted 
one with a silver zipper. I don’t know why, but something about his outfit, about this 
man, captivates me. 
“Number 98,” calls the girl from behind the counter. 
He steps closer. His warm breath whispers across my neck. “Through the Looking
Glass is the sequel to Alice in Wonderland. When Alice gets too close to the glass, she 
falls in and starts on a crazy journey,” he tells me as his arm waves in the air with a green 
ticket on display. Stepping closer, his gaze cuts from mine to the glass case as he hands 
his number to the clerk whose wearing a cute brown apron with the word Sprinkles 
scripted 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 I 
glance 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 that 
holds his treasure. 
“Oh, I’m sorry. Here let me get the sales clerk’s attention so you don’t have to take 
another number,” he says. 
I want to stomp my feet. I want to scream. I don’t want her attention. I don’t want 
another 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 and 
with a charming grin he says, “Can you help this lovely lady? She missed her number 
being called.” 
“Of course, I’m so sorry. How can I help you?” the girl asks averting her eyes from 
the 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 passes 
over his lips and I’m not so sure anymore. He turns to look at me one more time before 
he 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 cupcakes 
are also gone. Double crap. And now I’m left wondering if he saw me staring at that 
flavor? Did he distract me on purpose so he could purchase them first? Urrr…I’m so 
angry right now I consider walking out, but when the clerk asks me what I’d like I settle 
for the Vanilla Milk Chocolate cakes—they are the mirror reflection of the black and 
whites, with vanilla cake and chocolate frosting, but they are not nearly as good. 

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