Baby You Can Drive My Car

Life is what happens when you've made other plans, and Lu Fisher (ex-French teacher and fraught single mother) has recently made quite a few. Freed from the career she never really wanted, she plans to revisit the dreams of her youth and go back to studying art. That, and the contours of her course tutor, Stefan. He's gorgeous and gifted and deeply romantic - the glamorous art world made glorious flesh. But life still means work, and work now means boilers, because she's temping, for now, at a firm who installs them. A big bore, in the main, but at least it's a job. More boring, to Lu's mind, is the MD, Joe De Laney, for whom she types and translates and makes coffee all day. Or did, as it turns out, because he's been involved in an accident, broken his arm and written off HER car. But no sweat, he reasons, because she can use his car. No sweat? Is he kidding? It's a fifty grand Jag...So it's a new job as chauffeur, a business-trip schedule, and a car that's worth more than she paid for her house. Not Lu's kind of car, and not Lu's kind of lifestyle. She's into her art and her Brit-Artist tutor, and she's counting the days till Joe's plaster comes off. But it's not only life that interferes with your planning. It's love, and not always from where you'd expect. BABY YOU CAN DRIVE MY CAR is a novel about art, about love, about misunderstandings, and the baggage life gives us to trail in our wake. We don't always know what we want till we've dumped it. But dump it we should. A Jag boot's rather small...


Genre: Literary Fiction