Signed 'Kathy Lette' to the title page. Lizzie's surgeon husband, Hugo, unexpectedly falls for sabre-toothed trouser-hound Britney Amore, an actress who keeps fit by doing step-aerobics off her own ego. Even worse, Britney persuades the hitherto idealistic Hugo to operate in her new cosmetic surgery clinic. Lizzie has always believed brains to be more important than beauty, but up against a sex goddess, principles and profundity are about as useful as a eunuch at a whipped-cream orgy. Must she go under the knife herself to win back the man she loves? But why would she want a husband who only wants her because she's silicone from tits to toenail? And can she still love a man who, when he comes, calls out his own name?