Thursday, September 28, 2017

A Visit from Nick Wilford!

Hello, all! I hope September has been a good month for everyone. I can't say it has been productive for me as my writing has been nearly nonexistent but I guess I still have a few days left to change that. And, there's always October. 😊

I'm excited to be hosting Nick Wilford today as part of his blog tour for his new book Black & White. Welcome and congratulations, Nick!

Hi Julie! Thanks for letting me take over your blog as part of my tour today. I’ve got an excerpt from my book Black & White to share with your readers, showing the first time my young protagonists, Wellesbury and Ezmerelda, visit the neighbouring country of Loretania, which they have only just learnt existed.
She stretched out her arms. “Why don’t we stay here? Let’s face it, it’s a lot more fun. Kids can do what they want – there doesn’t seem to be any school, but maybe we could teach them a few things. And there’s something about the feel of the dirt on your skin.” She scratched at her arms, which were filthy from the children touching her, and looked at her blackened fingernails. “It feels good, and... honest. I feel like I’m actually alive for the first time ever. What do you say? Don’t know about you, but there’s no one I’m really going to miss. Not even my parents.” She wrinkled her nose. “Actually, especially not them.”
     He looked at her wide-eyed face, a spark of anger flaring in his chest. “What about the kids dying on an hourly basis? Look around you, and really open your eyes! A boy came to our world looking for help. I’m going to do the best I can, or die trying. I’m not giving up on him just to avoid getting punished, or worse. You want to leave things the way they are? You’re no better than those bastards back home... no better than your dad!”
     He shook his head and schlupped off through the mud towards Rottifer’s house. “Welles, wait!” he heard from behind him.
     It’s not supposed to be like this. Why doesn’t she feel the same as me? Thought she was the clever one.
     He reached the house of the man who had shown them the utmost hospitality and shouted through the door, “It’s Wellesbury here. Can I come in?”
     “Of course!” came the reply. He walked through the door just as Ezmerelda caught up, and she followed him in. He didn’t look round.
     Rottifer was reclining on his scratchy bed again, but sat up and smiled through his thick beard when the foreigners entered. “Been making friends?”
     “Yes, everyone’s really nice. But it’s time for us to be heading back now.”
     Rottifer’s face fell. “Oh, I was hoping you could stay and share the evening meal with us. It’s customary in this house – even if someone visits from the next street, we share our food with them. I was saving you two the biggest rat. And before dinner, I was going to take you around and show you a bit of the town.”
     Wellesbury was silent for a moment – it was, after all, against his nature to be rude – but then Ezmerelda piped up, “That sounds delightful. And it might give us some more evidence we can use against the government. And I’ve got to admit, I’m really curious about trying... well, I suppose you would call it real food.”
     “You haven’t eaten food before?”
     “Technically, no. It comes out of a machine, and it’s synthesised. Fake,” she added upon seeing Rottifer’s mystified expression.
     “That sounds fascinating, although I’ve no idea what a machine is. Here, we catch our food – or find it dead – and roast it over the fire.” He indicated a construction consisting of a long, pointed bit of wood resting on two supports, with a handle at one end.
     “I’d love to see that!” she said, her eyes lighting up. “We’d love to stay. Wouldn’t we?” she said, elbowing Wellesbury in the ribs.
     Although he was torn, the instinct of being deferential and polite to adults pulled at him the most strongly. Especially as this was far and away the nicest adult he’d ever met. He felt relaxed in his company, which was more than he could say about his parents. “Of course we’ll stay,” he said.
     “Excellent!” said Rottifer, rubbing his hands together. “If you’re ready, come with me and I’ll show you the sights. Starting with the Monument of the Dead.”
     The two visitors looked at one another and raised their eyebrows simultaneously, their argument forgotten for the moment.
Title: Black & White
Author: Nick Wilford
Genre: YA dystopian Series #: 1 of 3
Release date: 18th September 2017
Publisher: Superstar Peanut Publishing
What is the price paid for the creation of a perfect society?

In Whitopolis, a gleamingly white city of the future where illness has been eradicated, shock waves run through the populace when a bedraggled, dirt-stricken boy materialises in the main street. Led by government propaganda, most citizens shun him as a demon, except for Wellesbury Noon – a high school student the same age as the boy.

Upon befriending the boy, Wellesbury feels a connection that he can’t explain – as well as discovering that his new friend comes from a land that is stricken by disease and only has two weeks to live. Why do he and a girl named Ezmerelda Dontible appear to be the only ones who want to help?

As they dig deeper, everything they know is turned on its head – and a race to save one boy becomes a struggle to redeem humanity.

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Meet the author:
Nick Wilford is a writer and stay-at-home dad. Once a journalist, he now makes use of those early morning times when the house is quiet to explore the realms of fiction, with a little freelance editing and formatting thrown in. When not working he can usually be found spending time with his family or cleaning something. He has four short stories published in Writer’s Muse magazine. Nick is also the editor of Overcoming Adversity: An Anthology for Andrew. Visit him at his blog or connect with him on Twitter, GoodreadsFacebook, or Amazon.
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  1. Hi Julie - good to see Nick here ... and that was an interesting snippet - roasted rat = nothing like it! But you have created lots of tantalising story lines here ... cheers Hilary

  2. Not sure I'd classify rat as real food... Bet it won't taste anything like what they've had before.

  3. Hi Julie! Yes, you have a few more days to get some writing in before it comes to a close.

    Hello again, Nick. Always good to see you :)

    Enjoy the rest of your week!

  4. Wonderful excerpt, Nick! Made me want to eat more.


  5. I would miss real food. But rat? No thanks! Haha

  6. Roasted rat isn't really something I'd ever like to try. Although, never say never I guess. Cheers - Ellen

  7. It could be worse, think. Imagine no roasted rat to eat! At least its meat.

  8. Hi Julie and Nick,

    Awesome seeing Nick's blog tour reach your wonderful site. I shall make no mention of rat.

    All the beast, um, best to Nick. Yep, just like Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar, I shall now take the liberty of sharing this pawst, um, post!

    Gary :)

    1. I hope Penny makes a good ratcatcher, as long as she shares her spoils. Thanks for sharing!

  9. Nick, you're doing a fantastic job with the blog hope. I wish you all the best.

    And Happy Writing to you, Julie. I hope you enjoy some terrific productivity in future.

  10. Congratulations to Nick! I've seen him everywhere this week!

  11. Fantastic excerpt! Congrats to Nick. :)

  12. Nick, your book sounds great! I wish you much success.

    Hi, Julie!

  13. Congratulations Nick! I loved the excerpt, it sounds like a great book!

  14. Congrats to Nick! Woot woot!

  15. Nick!!! Your book sounds fantastic. I will have to check it out.

  16. Hello!! I'am glad to read the whole content of this blog and am very excited. Thank you…

  17. Yay!
    yoo RITE!!
    Gotta lotta savvy, sassy conundrums
    all o'er me blog, earthling.
    God bless your indelible soul.


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