Making wishes come true sounds idyllic until they go hilariously wrong — which they always do for Julie in this light-hearted, funny novel with a twist of fantasy and a smidgen of romance.
Julie’s trouble begins when she bumps into her ex-boyfriend at a friend’s fancy dress party. Her troubles double when things get romantic and she discovers the costume stuck to her body. Magically melded to her skin, it won’t come off — not for work, not for a wash, and especially not for sex!
Dressed as a fairy, Julie Nuffield (or “Nuff” to her friends) discovers everything she wishes for comes true — but never in the way she expects. As each wish provokes new disasters, she begins a quest to discover the secret history behind the costume. Only when she reveals its purpose can she find the right wish to bring her happiness. Until then, she must live as the woman they call Fairy Nuff.
From funny to thought-provoking, Lucy Shea’s humorous style examines the dilemmas of a modern single woman.
Excerpt from Fairy Nuff
The doctor […] swept the corridor, pushing the broom over the tiled floor with long, powerful strokes, getting closer to us.
It made no sense. There was no dirt, there was no spillage — except what he had left behind him — yet he brushed with fervour. Until he got to my cubicle, when he turned a sharp right angle and brushed his way in. Eileen must have seen what was happening before me because she jumped backwards out of the way. Just as he shoved the broom across the floor, right at me. Its bristled head struck my feet knocking them clean off the floor. I yelped with surprise as I went flying backwards and landed on my arse on the cold, hard floor.
A sharp pain stabbed at my ankle, sending waves of heat through my body. I sat shaking in shock.
The doctor dropped the broom and looked down at me in disbelief. The mad expression had gone and was replaced with genuine concern. “My goodness,” he said in a quaint old-fashioned manner. “What happened?”
I looked up at him in disbelief.
A nurse rushed into the cubicle and took in the whole scene in less than a second: me on the floor, clutching a throbbing ankle, the discarded broom laying beside me and a very confused looking doctor. She hustled him out of the way before coming back to book me in for an X-ray.
I sat up one end of the sofa warming my hands on a mug of tea with my bandaged ankle resting across the cushions. Nothing was broken, according to the X-ray, but I had a bad sprain, was given a set of crutches and told to keep my weight off it as much as possible. They also tried to undress me using a pair of scissors, but the problem they found was the same I’d encountered when trying to get my tights off. Just as I couldn’t get a fingernail between the waistband and my skin, so they couldn’t get the point of the scissors underneath the material to make any sort of incision at all. Okay, so they didn’t really try that hard, but they had a bit of a go before they gave up. I got the feeling their aim was to get me out of the hospital as quickly as possible before I sued anyone.
Eileen sat in the armchair in front of me, also cradling her mug of tea, but leaning forward with her elbows on her knees and a look of concentration on her face. “You wished for him to sweep you off your feet and he did exactly that!”
“Come off it, Eiles. Coincidence! He had a breakdown, like the nurses said, pressure of work, too many night shifts, and all that.”
“And the children?” she said
“In the waiting room. You wished for them to sit down and behave — and what happened?”
“I don’t know, they got tired I suppose.”
“They sat down and behaved!”
I put my hand to my head. The headache that had been brewing at the hospital was getting worse. It had been a hell of a day. “Eileen, wishes don’t come true in the real world, only in fairy tales.”
She gave me a knowing look. “Says the woman dressed in a pink frilly skirt and tiara.”
“You heard what the nurses said. Someone must have played a prank on me at the party, glued me up or something.”
“And that’s your explanation, is it?”
“Do you have a better one?”
She took a large mouthful of tea and savoured it. “I do, actually.”
I sipped my own cup of tea as I waited to hear what it was.
“You’ve been turned into a fairy.”
I choked on my tea. I put the mug on the floor and leant forward to aid my coughing fit as Eileen rushed to my side and rubbed my back until I could breathe easy again.
“Think about it,” she said as I recovered. “You’re stuck in that fairy costume and now everything you wish for comes true. It’s magic!”
I chuckled, provoking another couple of little coughs. “I very much doubt it.”
“Then we’ll test it,” said Eileen. “Tomorrow I’ll come round, you can wish for something and we’ll see who’s right.”
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