So, I’m knee knee in cover design for the first book in my Asian series. Choosing that central image is always serious business. It’s super fun tho’ ‘cuz I must – for the sake of my art – scroll through endless pictures of absolutely beautiful men. You know, so I can find the perfect image with which to titillate you. *winks* I gotta say, there’s not enough Asian men posing for sexy pictures worthy of an erotic romance novel. Who can we call about that?
Anywho, in this week’s unedited snippet from my latest WIP, our heroine Sinna is prepping for her Asian invasion. Lemme know what you think! Oh, and the picture of South Korean actor J Chang Wook. You’re welcome.
Things moved fast. Long distance calls were made damn near every day. Dozens of emails were sent at all hours of the day and night. Lawyers were called in. Contracts were reviewed, signed, budgets were set, plane tickets purchased and bags packed. Sinna was taking three members of her team: her assistant Cressida, her cousin and stylist Saint, and stylist and tailor Jon, who spoke six languages, including, quite conveniently, Korean.
Her team had also been warned that they were entering an entirely new cultural milieu. Being on their best behavior was critical.
“This is a huge opportunity for us to make a significant foray into international markets. I know we can get these boys together. They’re gorgeous and talented, which is half the battle won. They’ve already got a huge, rabid fan base. With the right packaging, there’s no reason they shouldn’t blow the fuck up even more.
“This country grew the fuck up on the global stage just in the last 50 years or so. It’s still incredibly traditional, aka old-fashioned. So, I need you bowing, smiling, biting your lip, ignoring stupid shit, all that,” Sinna said. “Eat with chopsticks, and don’t turn your nose up at anything weird.” She looked right at Saint as she said this.
He grinned innocently, and Sinna rolled her eyes.
“And act cute and overly polite. They love that shit over here.”
Someone picked them up at the airport and drove them to their rental in Seoul. Their ride gave them a printed itinerary for the next day, a cloth bag full of keys and bowed himself away having said no more than five words.
“Pass these out, Cressy. Says here we’re having breakfast with Mr. Big Wig, the head hair dresser, the makeup artist and the group tomorrow at 8 am. Then we’ll go to our workspace/studio where we’ll be doing most of our work. The seamstresses etc, will be there to meet us at 12 pm.”
Sinna spent the evening unpacking her clothes and fine tuning her presentation on 501K’s new costume design strategy. Edgy and chic, it was elegant and fashion forward in the extreme with a side of Korean aegyo. Only her version of Korean cute was undeniably sexy.
She’d be relying heavily on contributions from designers, a long list of prominent ones she’d already secured. The rest would be up and comers, original designs and streetwear. If she did her job right, she’d put some indie designers on, and once that happened she’d be able to pick and choose from a deluge of the best the fashion industry had to offer; Sinna always did her job right.
She steamed her outfit, hooked up her laptop, printer and organized all of her equipment. Then she finished organizing the binder she’d put together for Mr. Big Wig. Leaders liked walking away with something tangible.
She’d worked up personas for each member based on their social media profiles and other clues she’d gleaned here and there about their personal styles. She’d watched dozens of videos and interviews, and she’d be conducting her own interviews and personally going each of through their closets.
Like she told Mr. Big Wig on the phone, there was no point in getting their concert, video and red carpet clothes together if their street wear and airport gear was shit. This plan required a full tilt execution if they were going to get results fast, and there was a tour coming up. He agreed, and said he’d warned each member they were to give her their full cooperation.
If there were no problems with the group, and no one on her team got sick or caused catastrophic South Korean offense, this should be fun. A ton of work, and a lot of tedious traveling, but fun. Bonus, she could gorge herself on Korean skincare. Good old Tommy. She’d stumbled onto a straight up lick.