Product Description

Christy Hayes is a case study in successful living. She's won two Olympic gold medals, built a multimillion-dollar business, and landed a gorgeous and powerful CEO husband. But Christy's dream life begins to unravel when she inherits custody of an eleven-year-old girl named Renata. Suddenly she finds herself battling three formidable opponents: a treacherous business partner bent on ousting her from the company she founded, a ruthless stay-at-home mom who'll stop at nothing to maintain her PTA power base, and a stunning single woman scheming to steal her husband. Throw in the demands of one high-maintenance spouse and it's clear: something's got to give. But what? Her marriage? Her career? Her sanity?

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #191526 in Books
• Published on: 2007-03-13
• Original language: English
• Number of items: 1
• Binding: Paperback
• 424 pages

From Publishers Weekly
Quinn (The Ivy Chronicles) spins a delightful story about the unsinkable Christy Hayes, a former Olympic gold medalist turned successful entrepreneur whose comfy life is about to hit a bumpy patch. Founder and CEO of athletic shoe company Baby G, Christy lands an ideal husband, Michael Drummond, a wealthy media mogul who's survived a bad marriage. Things are swell until Christy's housekeeper and confidant dies, leaving behind her precocious 11-year-old granddaughter, Renata Ruiz, whom Christy takes in. Michael, however, wants nothing to do with another child, as his daughter despises him. Just when the domestic scene is looking bleak, Christy is ousted from the top spot at Baby G, contretemps erupt at the private school Christy sends Renata to (Christy and the head of the PTA have a history), and another of Christy's antagonists sets her sights on Michael. Christy's battles to save her marriage and public image provide pages of good reading, though the plot hinges on a string of coincidences, and Michael's revulsion toward parenting feels forced. Still, Quinn's sharp portrayal of shady corporate dealings and shadier private school shenanigans is good fun up to its happy ending. (Mar.)
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Review
"I loved this book. Clever, funny, and a worthwhile emotional investment. Wife in the Fast Lane is not to be missed!"

-Emily Griffin, author of Baby Proof

"I learned two things from this novel: so this is how the other half lives and who knew it is possible to laugh while your jaw is dropping."

-- Claire Cook, author of Must Love Dogs and Life's a Beach

"Karen Quinn will have you punching the air in triumphant support of her heroine as she slays dragons on behalf of us all."

-- Elizabeth Noble, author of The Reading Group and The Friendship Test

"Packed with cheeky wit and spot-on scenarios, Wife in the Fast Lane is a must-read for any women who knows what it's like to have to balance a laptop and a baby at the same time."

-- Bonnie Fuller, editorial director and EVP of American Media Inc., publisher of Star magazine, and author of The Joys of Much Too Much

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We're in for a Rough Ride

Look for Highway 380. That's our exit," Katherine said. "I'm looking, I'm looking. According to this map, we have a ways to go." Christy checked her watch again. It would be close. If they could keep up this speed and not get lost, they should make it with just enough time to change their clothes. "There it is! There it is! Get in the right lane."

"Jesus, you said we had a ways to go." Katherine swerved and the Taurus careened across three lanes, miraculously avoiding at least five collisions and inspiring a cacophony of horn honking. "Oh my God," Christy said as she covered her eyes and ducked. Katherine was silent, intent on getting them to Menlo Park before two. When their plane had landed in San Francisco, more than an hour late, they'd called the Steiner McClane office. The meeting couldn't be postponed. Mr. Roche was booked solid, then leaving for Europe on Monday.

"Good thing it stopped raining." Christy had the habit of pointing out the positive whenever things got tense. Katherine preferred working up a good head of steam.

"Oh no, no, NO," Katherine said, spying the traffic ahead. In seconds, they slowed to a complete stop. "How much time do we have?" she asked.

Christy checked her watch. "Thirty-two minutes," she reported, biting her lip.

"You know, Chris, maybe Baby G Sports wasn't meant to be. It could be a sign," Katherine said.

"It's not a sign. There's an accident ahead. See those flashing lights?" Christy climbed into the backseat and unzipped her garment bag. "I'm getting dressed. So when we make it, I can run in."

"Good idea. With this traffic, it could take us half an hour, maybe more."

Christy shook her head as she unbuttoned the Chanel jacket. "I still can't believe you made me spend five thousand dollars for this suit." The thought of the amount made her sick.

The cars started moving again. "Trust me, Chris. You have to dress like you don't need the money or you won't get any. Steiner wants to turn us down, just like those other firms did," Katherine said. She sounded like she knew what she was talking about.

"Do you really believe they're gonna decide based on our outfits? What if they think we're wasting money?"

Katherine locked eyes with Christy in the rearview mirror as she spoke. "Chris, very few women ever get seen by these guys. Our performance has to be perfect or it's over. Could you have won the Olympics in a pair of Hush Puppies? No. This is the same thing."

"Watch out," Christy shouted as Katherine barreled into the back bumper of a Cadillac changing lanes in front of them.

"Shit!" Katherine yelled. "Did you see the way that asshole cut me off? He never signaled!" She pulled over to the side of the road, behind the Cadillac, and stopped. A red-faced man leaped out of the luxury sedan and inspected the damage, then began screaming and raging, waving his hands in the air.

"Why didn't you slow down?" he ranted. "For Christ's sake, couldn't you see I was pulling over?"

Christy was overwhelmed by a sudden and profound sadness. Is this it? Is this how the story ends? In her mind, she saw her fledgling company's life flash before her eyes: the first meeting around the dining room table; the moment Sasha, queen of hip-hop, bounded onstage in a pair of Baby G's; herself and Katherine collapsing in laughter the next day as the orders poured in.

"I did signal, dammit," Katherine was saying. "Look! My light's still blinking."

As they argued, Christy came to a decision. She stuffed her laptop and a pair of heels into her backpack. She put on her running shoes and slipped out of the car.

"I'm outta here," she shouted.

Katherine checked her watch. "You have fourteen minutes."

Copyright © 2007 by Karen Quinn

Customer Reviews

Just so much fun
Karen Quinn has a very special sense of humor. I loved "The Ivy Chronicles;" her new book has the same outrageous fun. And, yes, I could not put it down.

Great Read!!!
Wife In The Fast Lane was a great read...I highly recommend for your vacation this spring or summer! It's one of those books you just don't want to put down. The journey of the main character has you so eager to read on. Such a fun read for all wives, mothers and busy working women!

Very Uplifting
After a bad fall recently and losing my job, I found this book to be very uplifting. It has made me smile again and was just what I needed. An easy to read book and very enjoyable. I think Karen did a great job and I can't wait for her next book. You Go Girl! Thanks once again for a enlightening, uplifting and terrific read.