Midsummer Magic
The course of true love never did run smooth!Josie is taking planning her wedding a little too seriously. Harry, her fiance, is starting to feel left-out and overwhelmed… Josie decides a trip to her beautiful family home in Cornwall will be just the thing to get him in the mood, and Harry reluctantly agrees. It’s going to be the first perfect opportunity for chief bridesmaid Diane and best man Ant to meet, too.But they’ve hardly been in the car five minutes before they’ve declared all out war on one another.As friendships are tested to the limit, Ant tries to lighten the mood. He suggests the four agree to a dare put forward by Freddie Puck, a famous TV hypnotist.On Midsummer’s Eve they must go to the spooky standing stones on the cliff and agree to be hypnotised.Local mythology says that true love and lasting happiness belong to those who plight their troth at midnight on Midsummer’s Eve at the standing stones. But as night falls and Freddie Puck begins to play his mind games Josie, Harry, Diane and Ant discover much more about themselves, those they care about and their destinies than anyone could have imagined …Inspired by Shakespeare’s A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM and packed with surprises and hugely enjoyable twists and turns this is a hilarious, fast-paced and absolutely magical read.If you like Katie Fforde and Veronica Henry, you’ll love this!
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For Dot with love and gratitude
‘You want to know how it’s done? I can’t tell you that. Shh, or you’ll spoil the magic.’
Freddie Puck: The Art of Illusion
Table of Contents
Prologue
1982: Tatiana
Halloween
Part One: There May I Marry Thee
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
1983: Tatiana
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
1986: Tatiana
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
1988: Tatiana
Part Two: Ill Met by Moonlight
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
1992: Bron
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
1995: Bron
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
1998: Bron
Part Three: The Course of True Love
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
2002: Tatiana
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
2007: Tatiana
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
2012: Tatiana
Part Four: And All is Mended
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Now: Bron
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Now: Bron
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Now: Bron and Tatiana
Epilogue: Three years later
Acknowledgements
Afterword
‘Thou speakest aright:
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
I jest to Oberon and make him smile’
A Midsummer Night’s Dream: Act II, Scene 1
‘“Lord what fools these mortals be …” You could say that’s my mantra. It’s easy to hypnotise the gullible, but I’ve managed to hypnotise sceptics too. I like to think Shakespeare knew a thing or two about hypnotism.’
Freddie Puck interviewed in The Sun, June 1982
‘You’re late,’ Freddie Puck was standing languidly by the stage door, as Tatiana came flying down the street straight from dinner with her agent, Susan Peasebottom, where she’d both eaten and drunk more then she should have. He was smoking a cigarette, and as usual, looked calm and in control. She hated the way he always did that; she always felt ill at ease around Freddie, as if he knew a secret about her that she did not. But then that was part of what he did, play mind games on people to screw them up.
‘You’re lucky I’m here at all,’ she muttered. After the offer Susan had put to her this evening, she had been very tempted not to turn up.
Freddie looked her up and down quizzically – honestly, sometimes she felt like she was just a lump of meat to him.
‘You done something to your hair?’
Tatiana blushed. She wasn’t sure about her new haircut, a drastic departure from the Farrah look she’d been sporting for the last couple of years. Her hairdresser, Julie, had produced an article from an American mag which pronounced that long flickbacks were out, short was in, and hair for some reason should be red. So Tatiana had been persuaded to have it dyed, trimmed and hacked, so now she had a longish piece at the back, but the hair at the top was cut short and swept back in waves – or it had done when she’d come out of the salon this afternoon. After a couple of hours in a smoky dive with Susan Peasebottom, followed by an undignified race up the road, Tatiana felt sure her hair wasn’t quite the crowning glory the article had promised.
‘Yes,’ she mumbled, almost wishing he hadn’t noticed.
‘Nice,’ said Freddie, nonchalantly flicking out his ash as she walked past him into the theatre, and as usual she had no way of knowing whether he really meant it, or whether he was just kidding her.
‘Tati, darling, love the hair!’ Damn. Bron came out of his dressing room (it still irked her that he had his own dressing room, while she had to share) and gave her a hug. ‘How was dinner?’
‘Great,’ said Tati, hoping he hadn’t noticed the slight flinch as he touched her. It was still the same between them. It was. She kept telling herself that. She had to believe it.
‘Any news?’ he said lightly. She’d let slip there might be something, now she wished she hadn’t. She wanted time to work out what she was going to do.
‘There might be a part in a soap coming up,’ she said.
‘A soap?’ Bron’s face was almost comic in his dismay. ‘You can’t do a soap, darling, Tati, you can’t. It’s selling out.’
The frustration spilled out of her.
‘And this? This isn’t selling out?’ she said. ‘Freddie bloody Puck’s promises won’t pay the rent.’
‘He’s in talks with a TV production company,’ said Bron, ‘it’s only a matter of time …’
Tati put her hands up, ‘I don’t want to hear it,’ she said. ‘Freddie’s always in sodding talks with a TV company. This is
