Seduced in Seoul

Seduced in Seoul by Helen Hardt

Publisher: The Wilder Rose Press, Scarlet Rose

Genre: Contemporary

Length: Short Story

Other: M/F

Rating: 3 Cherries

Review by Lotus
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The last thing Allison Sanchez expects when she arrives in Seoul is the Asian god waiting for her at the airport. Right away it’s obvious he can’t understand a word she says. But body language is universal, and Allison soon casts aside her inhibitions in favor of engaging in one of her secret fantasies with the hot chauffeur. Talking dirty during sex takes Allison to an all new high until she discovers her exotic lover is only half Korean—and her brother’s American roommate.

Seduced in Seoul should not be taken seriously. It is simply a deliciously sexy comedy of errors. It’s all laid out right there in the plot description, and you pretty much know going in what you’re going to get in terms of storyline. What that summary doesn’t tell you, however, is that what Helen Hardt has written here is a sensitively comedic portrayal of shyness and inhibition unleashed. It’s about a metamorphosis born of a pretty silly mistake, and that’s why it merits a second look.

First of all, I really don’t think the misunderstanding was Allison’s fault. When I went back to read this a second time, it really seems like Dylan is playing with her from his first appearance. To be honest, this made me like him a little less. Allison is warm and hapless and utterly shy, so she’s the kind of romantic heroine you really want to root for. Her transformation into sexy minx is intriguing, even though it might make you cringe, knowing what she does not. I found Allison’s “dirty talk” a little embarrassing, but I suspect that says more about me than the quality of the writing. Dylan really didn’t leave much of an impression on me at all, except maybe mistrust. Because he is, for all intents and purposes, silent for much of the story, it’s difficult to pass judgment on who he is and what his motivations are.

There’s real chemistry between Allison and Dylan, and the few times we get to see them together are pleasantly steamy. However, there are a couple of rough spots here, too. Hardt has a tendency to describe bits of anatomy as food, and it can seem pretty silly at times. The other difficulty lies with the major plot point of the story, and it’s not an uncommon trouble. You see, bedroom talk always sounds hot when it’s coming from a naked and sweaty person you happen to have right in front of you. We innocent voyeurs may not be as, well… moved by it. This is not to say that that the sexual dialogue in the story is out of place, but it may be a little overdone. Or it might just be some secret prudishness within myself that I have only just discovered. In the end, this is a light, naughty romp. The main characters are sexy and goofy and you want it to work out for them, even if you don’t forgive Dylan right away. Their happy ending seems a little rushed, but at least Hardt has the decency to leave it a little ambiguous. Read it for brain candy, and an easy laugh or two.