Book Blitz for Beautiful Experiment by January Valentine


Title:  Beautiful Experiment  (Book One of Island of Defiance Trilogy)

Author: January Valentine

Genre:  Teen  Paranormal Fantasy

Release date: June 1, 2013

Synopsis:

Six unruly teens are abducted on their way to a juvie home. Dumped onto an uncharted

island. Could things get any worse? Hell, yeah. Hostility and envy run rampant. Throw in some

alphas, divas and demons, and what do you have? Beautiful Experiment. Book One of the

Island of Defiance Trilogy.

The teens are referred to as waywards, informed their parents have

sent them to the island for rehabilitation. While they struggle with their predicament, and each

other, they come to a shocking realization … for once in their lives, they have to follow

rules.

Brook has lived on the Island of Defiance his entire life, with no choice but to believe

everything he has been taught. As he approaches eighteen, the secret of who he is, and the

ultimate fate he must face, begins to unfold. To complicate matters even more, Brook grows

to experience something he has never known … love.

How do you convince a stranger a

dreadful mistake has been made? Gabriella Winslow is an honors student who has always

helped others, but now has to fight for herself. Something unimaginable wants her as much as

the beautiful island boy with whom she is falling in love.

Beautiful Experiment is Book One of

The Island Of Defiance Trilogy (paranormal – fantasy – romance – for teens and adults) Mature

16+ for adult language, drugs & alcohol, mild sexual situations & mild violence.


Buy links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Beautiful-Experiment-Paranormal-Defiance-

ebook/dp/B00DIQU1KW/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1380051401&

sr=1-2&keywords=beautiful+experiment

Barnes & Noble:  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/beautiful-experiment-january-valentine/1

116962776?ean=2940148761211

Kobo:   http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/beautiful-experiment-teen-paranormal-fanta

sy-romance

Excerpt

(Brook and Father are waiting on the beach for the skiff to arrive with a new delivery of

wayward teens. This is Brook’s first encounter with the supernatural force that will intensify

until he eventually learns exactly what is attempting to overtake him, and why.)

The surging tide is tempting. I’m concentrating on the foam that is quickly erasing my

footsteps. It’s not the caw of gulls that alerts me, because the winged creatures have

vanished. In their place, the air is filled with my name. I lift my face to something startling, and

my heart begins to pound.

The sky has burst into flame. Red and gold, it’s raging. The sun is the sky. Scorching.

Shooting stars, like flaming spears, are dropping all around me. If I don’t shut my eyes, I’ll be

blinded. If I do, I’ll be nothing but a solid target. The wind wails like a mother who has lost her

child. “When the third moon falls, the beast will devour the sky.”

As suddenly as it started, it ends. I’m standing beside Father, totally disoriented. Am I

standing? I look down at my feet, because I feel legless. I’m floating. Struggling to regain

control of my mind, my body, the shock.

I grip the clipboard and pen with my knees, so that I can draw my palms across my twitching

eyelids, astonished that I’m actually still holding onto anything.

“Did you see that flash? Did you hear that creepy voice?” I’m breathless, massaging my

pounding temples with burning fingertips. “My head feels like it’s about to split open.” I rattle

each eardrum with a pinky, then plug my ears to listen intently. Was the urgent whisper that

turned me to stone inside my head? Phantom sounds? I’ve never experienced this kind of

phenomenon before. “My eyes pain.”

Father regards me with a mix of surprise and concern. “You have a migraine?”

“Migraine?” I scoff. What the fuck, loops through my head. I’m freaked out, left with a strange

feeling this is not going to be like other days. I try to shake it off, like I shake him off.

The sky is now clear and so perfectly blue, it looks as though it’s been painted by deliberate

strokes of an artist’s brush. It is a seamless dome of beauty. If we were not receiving today, I

might be lying on the pristine beach, permitting my thoughts to wander far beyond my own

boundaries. Maybe I’d be lounging on my bluff, or climb my watchtower tree, burrow into its

welcoming arms where I collect my years, watch over all that is mine.

“Feeling better?” His voice is buffered, but coarse enough to jar me from thought.

Skimming Father, my gaze snaps back to the waves, the skiff that is almost upon us. “I’m

fine.” I don’t mention how bad my body aches, and feels like it’s being torn apart. I stretch my

arms, then my neck, trying to pin down what I did to cause these muscle spasms. The bomb

that’s about to explode in my head.

When the ocean is calm it’s translucent, sparkling with sunlight as though it’s coated with

billions of precious gemstones. Today it’s not much more than rolling waves and seaweed.

“I’ve never seen it this rough.” Between wind and thunderous surf, I have to face him or my

voice will be useless.

“Storms.” His reply is blunt.

“You wouldn’t know it by the sky.” I bring my gaze to a more pleasant sight.

“There’s one brewing out there. You’d feel it if you had my knees.” Staring gravely at the

ocean, his body is rigid.

“Are you in pain?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Let’s hope the weather holds off until we’ve settled them.”

“Rain or shine, we’ve got our work cut out for us, Brook.”

“As always.” My stomach rises to my throat as I watch their approach. I wonder if I’ll ever get

used to this way of life. Do I want to? Of course not. There are so many other things I’d rather

be doing right now, like hopping onto that boat, and for starters, checking out the other side of

this island.

Beyond the boat, a floating veil of mist rolls in like billows of steam from a tremendous boiling

kettle. I am no longer able to see the large vessel from which the skiff was launched.

The atmosphere of the island is as such, inviting one moment, rejecting the next. Father calls

it a gentle beast, with characteristics and charm like the women he has known. My glance

shifts, falling upon the shoreline curve where a jetty, composed of rocks chiseled and stacked

by nature, projects like the nose of a dolphin and the forest begins. This is as far as my eyes

pan.

“Thank you for cutting your hair.” For a moment his eyes wash over me, then his gaze

refocuses on the others who are struggling against the relentless current. “I know it pains

you.”

“Don’t you mean shearing?” I huff. “I don’t understand why I can’t grow it long. I have

awesome hair, or so I’ve been told.” I smirk.

He shoots me a phony glare. “You’ve been told, huh? No cozying up to any of these girls. I

don’t want another batch begging to stay.”

“I’m not a womanizer. Just good company.” I shrug.

“No nighttime jaunts to the lagoon, either. And I mean it this time.” Now his glare is authentic.

“Yeah, yeah. I know. Stay out of the lagoon. Out of the forest. Out of the lockers. Pretend to

like my boring life.”

He almost looks sympathetic. “One of these days you’ll understand.”

“What? Why I can’t swim at night?”

“You’re impossible sometimes, and the reason I ask you to cut your hair is to set a good

example.”

I let out a tired sigh. My hand runs over my smooth scalp, the shadow of bristles so short and

sun-bleached, my reflection in a mirror looks hairless. If not for my deeply tanned skin, I would

look anemic.

“Seems a waste. Six or more inches of attractive dark hair again and again swept into the

trash.” My jaw sets as our discussion continues. “I like my hair long. It makes me feel …”

“Like a rock star?” He chuckles, scrubbing my head playfully. “In so many ways you remain

such a child, yet you desire to be worldly. Do you admire them?”

“Not as you might be thinking.” My eyes lower, landing upon my anxious toes digging through

a mound of sand.

I swing my gaze across the vast horizon which is now shaded with purples and blues,

fantasizing about the places beyond. The order of the world not contained within this globe of

existence called Defiance Island. I know the temperament of the waywards, but wonder what

others are like. Are they beautiful? Intelligent? Kindhearted? Do they possess the nature that

can make a man want to tear another to shreds?

About the Author

January Valentine is the pen name of Victoria Valentine, New York writer and indie book

publisher. See Victoria’s Author pages: http://www.amazon.com/Ja

nuary-Valentine/e/B007Q28DFE

http://www.amazon.com/Victoria-Valentine/e/B005LYVSTM

I chose to use a pen name because some of my writing is steamy, and I

wanted to separate Victoria, who writes contemporary fiction and

children’s storybooks. Since my birth month is January, January

Valentine seemed an appropriate pseudonym.

I also host a

blogtalkradio show: Away With Words, every Wednesday evening at 6 PM EST

where I interview other writers and poets and discuss writing in

general: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/aww1

In June, I released my first paranormal romance, Beautiful Experiment, book one of Island of Defiance Trilogy. Wheel Wolf was released on

August 20th, and instantly became an Amazon bestseller in Horror/Suspense/Paranormal.  I’ve written three other novels: Love

Dreams contemporary romance, Sweet Dreams in the Mind of a Serial Killer, and Head Over Wheels New Adult romance. All are available on

Amazon and other booksellers, or will be shortly in ebook and paperback.  I publish books for other authors through Water Forest Press, which I founded some years ago. In the past I have written poetry and song lyrics, but now I focus on fiction. I’ve created multiple websites and blogs that I don’t have time to manage very well.

My desire to be in a rock band brought me into a recording studio … where my lyrics sprang to life with the help of a local alternative rock band. Together, we produced a CD.

I enjoy designing book covers and YouTube videos, and outdoor activities such as hiking and swimming. I love all

kinds of music. Watching horror flicks and Tyler Perry movies are my escape from reality.

I have an addiction to engraved pens that I buy to accompany each of my books. My office is filled with paperbacks,

t-shirts, silver bullets, wolf head necklaces, crystals, and all kinds of swag. 

My sites and pages.

Website: http://www.januaryvalentine.com

Blog: http://januaryvalentine.blogspot.com/

Blog: http://victoriaskyline.blogspot.com/

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/AuthorVictoriaJanuaryValentine

Twitter: https://twitter.com/VictoriaSkyline
Blog Radio Show:

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/aww1

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/janvicval/boards/

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