Revenge

Oh, sweet revenge.

Who can resist a good comeuppance story? Even better, who can resist the story of a woman who uses betrayal to propel herself toward bigger and better things? When I wrote Seoul Spankings, I asked readers to tell me their favorite revenge stories.

“What would you do if your partner cheated on you and dumped you?” I asked. The answers came thick and fast.

“That happened to me! I kicked him out and filed for divorce.”

“I cried, sucked it up, and found someone a hundred times better.”

“Became happy. It was the best way to move on.”

Then came the colorful descriptions of how people fantasized about getting even. From severing body parts to dumping disgusting items where the ex would find them, the creativity was astounding.

What is it about sexual fidelity that strikes our most central nerve? And (no matter how much we try to evolve as a civilized, polite society), what is it about revenge that satisfies us in a way no civilized, polite response can match?

While the trappings of Seoul Spankings may seem exotic—faraway country, unfamiliar food, new language, and intercultural experience—at heart it tells the story of a girl who triumphs when she least expects it. Stabbed in the back by a friend-slash-enemy who sleeps with her boyfriend, Indigo Adams is doubly betrayed when her boyfriend kicks her out in favor of the new girlfriend. To add insult to injury, Indi paid the bills.

Instead of licking her wounds, Indi receives a gift of a one-night stand and one-way plane ticket to Seoul, South Korea. She meets Hyunkyung Han, a drop-dead gorgeous CEO who whisks Indi into a glamorous new world.

It sounds too good to be true, but it doesn’t solve Indi’s problem. How does she deal with her cheating boyfriend?

If you’ve ever fantasized about getting even, Seoul Spankings will satisfy your craving for love, loyalty, and happily ever after.

  

Broken-hearted when her live-in boyfriend impregnates her best frenemy, Indigo Adams accepts a one-way ticket to Seoul, South Korea, and a challenge from her Great-Aunt Matilda: Forget that boy. Go and make something of yourself.

Bruised from an international public relations nightmare as the new heir to the multi-billion-dollar Han Incorporated, Hyunkyung Han seeks positive publicity in the form of a wedding. She consults with Madame Eve to find a nice, well-behaved Korean American with bilingual and bicultural skills.

Instead, Madame Eve sends Indi, a naïve philosophy major graduate working for minimum wage at the local pub. Enraged to find Indi can’t speak one word of Korean, Hyunkyung orders her sent home on the next plane to Spillville, Iowa.

Then Hyunkyung shakes Indi’s hand, and the sparks fly. With all of her professional responsibilities, how can Hyunkyung allow herself to fall for the wrong woman? How can Indi feel attraction for a woman who despises her?

Seoul Spankings offers a light-hearted romp through the perils and joys of navigating an intercultural romance. Certain to delight all fans of a happily ever after with a kinky twist

Excerpt

“Say my name,” she demanded, startling me with her fierceness. Korean For Foreigners had told me saying someone’s name was rude.

“Hee-yon,” I stammered, unable to form the alien syllables. “Huh—huh-yawn.”

She pursed her lips, circling my chair.  “Indi Go,” she enunciated, in the odd, separated manner seeming to order me from her presence.  “Here I am not Ee Sajahng. I am Hyunkyung Han, and you will call me by name.”

“Ee,” I faltered. Some of her employees had said something familiar. “Ee?”  I grasped onto the only sound I could replicate.

“Ee Sajahng,” she repeated. “Founder. Investor. A title, not a name. Call me Hyunkyung.” This time as she walked around me, her knee brushed against mine.  A tiny gymnast vaulted somewhere underneath my ribs, and I spoke without thinking.

“Can’t I say HK?” After all, her staff called me Miss Go. Why insult her by butchering the sounds I couldn’t form?

She paused behind me, delaying long enough to highlight the ludicrous nature of my request. Yo, Barack ol’ buddy. I can call you BO, right?

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

“Americans are so familiar,” she said, in an undertone.

“Koreans are so formal!” I protested.

“Yes,” she answered, tapping one manicured finger against another.  “Let’s show you how formal.”

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Author bio: 

Cookie queen, wooden spoon lady, and champion of carbs, Anastasia Vitsky specializes in F/F fiction. She hates shoes and is allergic to leather. When not writing about women who live spankily ever after, she coordinates reader and author events such as Spank or Treat, Love Spanks, and Sci Spanks. Her favorite event is Ana’s Advent Calendar, a month-long celebration of books, community, and making a difference.

She is too afraid to watch Doctor Who, but she adores The Good Wife and anything with Audrey Hepburn. In her next life, she will learn how to make the perfect pie crust. She can be found at governingana.wordpress.com and on twitter @anastasiavitsky. 

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