Wife in the Fast Lane: A Novel

Wife in the Fast Lane: A Novel

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by Karen Quinn

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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… See more details below


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?

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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.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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Ex-Olympic sprinter trades life as a CEO for life as a spoiled Manhattan mom. Christy Hayes cashed in on her fame as a medal-winning Olympic sprinter and founded Baby G sneakers. Now at the helm of a multimillion dollar business, Christy's inexperience starts to show. The gorgeous runner is a born leader, but lacks the formal schooling and experience necessary to run her organization. Christy's biggest mistake is placing too much trust in her #2, Katherine. When Christy jets off to Davos to hobnob at a global business conference and perhaps glean some leadership pointers, Katherine stays back in the U.S. to hatch a plot to oust Christy. Unaware of the trouble brewing at home, Christy is star-struck by the leaders who surround her. One night over a magnum of champagne, Christy connects with Michael Drummond, a media mogul. The romantic evening of soul-baring leads to a wedding and the creation of another New York power couple. Michael and Christy vow to stay childless and devote themselves to their marriage and their businesses. Christy was barely able to stay on top of her business before Michael; the responsibilities of married life cause her to blindly leave her company in the hands of her nemesis. As Katherine goes into full attack mode, culling board support to oust Christy, Christy's beloved maid, Maria, dies. Maria's last request was for Christy to adopt Maria's granddaughter. In the blink of an eye, Christy has gone from single to married with children. Christy decides to relinquish her leadership role at Baby G and tend to her family. Thinking her new job will be rewarding, Christy is devastated when she flounders at being a trophy wife and perfect mother. Quinn (The IvyChronicles, 2005) tosses everything into this clunker. It's impossible to relate to any of the deficient, poorly developed characters, and the jumbled plot is tangled with knots. Unappealing.

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Wife in the Fast Lane

A Novel
By Karen Quinn


Copyright © 2007 Karen Quinn
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780743293969

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


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