Not My Lipstick Color

Finding another woman's lipstick on your husband’s collar is a cliché. What a forty-eight-year-old housewife does with it is a masterpiece.

Rachel Calvin’s marriage is just like her sprawling suburban home: perfectly manicured, deeply comfortable, and built on a foundation of absolute control. So when her husband, Justin, walks through the door with a streak of cheap, glittery "Flamingo Pink" lipstick on his collar and blames it on a clumsy clown at a charity car wash, Rachel doesn't scream. She doesn't throw his golf clubs on the lawn.

Instead, she pours a glass of Merlot and goes to war.

Armed with her iPad, a chaotic best friend, and a terrifying amount of patience, Rachel easily tracks down the Other Woman, a thirty-five-year-old walking disaster in neon Lululemon. Justin thinks he's a smooth operator pulling off the ultimate mid-life crisis. He has no idea his wife is methodically auditing his life, quietly securing her assets, and planning a grand finale that will burn his prestigious country club reputation to the ground.

Hell hath no fury like a woman in cashmere.

Not My Lipstick Color is an over-the-top, laugh-out-loud revenge romp. Grab your popcorn and take a front-row seat for the most spectacular, unapologetic payback the suburbs have ever seen.