Short Story Exclusive by Four Weddings and a Fiasco author Catherine Ferguson

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Having recently read and thoroughly enjoyed Catherine Ferguson’s Four Weddings and a Fiasco, I’m delighted to be part of the launch celebrations for this lovely book.

Four Weddings and a Fiasco was published by Avon Books in e-book and paperback on 16th June 2016 and you can purchase Four Weddings and a Fiasco from all good bookshops, on Amazon, or directly from Harper Collins.

You can read my review of Four Weddings and a Fiasco here, but today I have the fifth episode in an exclusive short story written by Catherine. It tells more about Katy Peacock before Four Weddings and a Fiasco begins. At the bottom of this blog post you’ll find the other bloggers where you can catch up with the whole story.

Four Weddings and a Fiasco

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Katy Peacock lives a life as colourful as her name.

As a wedding photographer, she spends her days making other people smile as she captures all sorts of fun and capers at celebrations that range from the wacky to the wild.

But her own life isn’t looking quite so rosy. Her mum is acting out of character, her menacing ex is back on the scene, and she is torn between two gorgeous men. And that’s before we even get started on the trouble her sister is causing . . .

As Katy weathers the ups and downs of the season, she revisits problems from the past, discovers new friendships and finds that four weddings and a fiasco have the power to change her world beyond measure.

A funny, feel-good read, perfect for fans of Lucy Diamond and Jenny Colgan.

Read Extract Five of an exclusive Catherine Ferguson Short Story

ONE BRIDE AND A BOMBSHELL

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It was my sister’s birthday that day and she’d organised a night out with the girls. And she was determined I should be there.

She began pleading the instant I walked through the door with my weekend bag.

‘Oh, Katy, you have to come. You always do.’ She pressed her hands together. ‘Please?’

With her luminous grey eyes and pushed-out lower lip, she was the image of the oh-so-cute four-year-old who used to drive me nutty getting her own way with Mum all the time – an unpardonable sin when you’re a narky thirteen-year-old, like I was at the time.

I laughed. ‘Oh, go on, then. I’ll join you for one or two drinks.’

‘Fantastic.’ She gave her hands a little clap.

‘But I’ve got to be home by nine,’ I warned.

Her look turned serious. ‘You have my word, Cinderella. I totally understand. You need your trial to go well tomorrow. Otherwise Crabby Camilla won’t hire you.’

I smiled. ‘Correct.’

It was going to be a watershed day in my life.

I was determined nothing was going to spoil it.

When I joined the girls in the pub later, around seven, they’d been out for pizza and were in fine form, drinking prosecco like it was lemonade.

I knew and liked them all, and after cheering my arrival, which made the entire pub turn curiously in our direction, they continued their animated chat on the eternal subject of men.

Sienna said I had to talk some grown-up sense into her friend, Carrie.

Apparently Carrie fancied a guy standing at the bar but was point blank refusing to go up and speak to him.

Personally, I thought it was up to Carrie whether or not she was prepared to make such a brave move and risk being rejected. Far better, I said, to make a little bit of eye contact with him and see what happened.

They all nodded in agreement, and I realised they were simply taking wise advice from the ‘old person’ at the table, which was quite a sobering thought. At twenty-eight, I wasn’t exactly decrepit, but practically everyone else at the table could qualify for a teen bus pass.

‘It’s all so complicated, this love business,’ complained Amy. She heaved a giant sigh. ‘Katy, please tell us that by the time you’re approaching your thirties, it all starts to make complete sense.’

You can find all Catherine’s books here and follow her on Twitter. To read the full story from Catherine, please see these other bloggers:

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