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About the author:
Yumi Cox is a young writer on the rise from the beautiful city of Newcastle, Australia via Kyoto, Japan.
Growing up amongst the rich culture of Japan, Yumi was able to explore her imagination through comic books, short stories and classic novels.
Moving to Australia at age thirteen, she experienced passion, love and sex for the first time, which she channels into her writing.
Yumi spends her time equally between the traditional and reserved Japan and the youthful and vibrant Australia.
Yumi chose to become a writer of erotic romance in order to embrace the duality of her life.
What inspired you to write your book?
The beauty of Aussie supermodel Andreja Pejic. The story is my interpretation of her life story.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Dinner conversation was pleasant. Dale spoke of his passion for basketball and seemed interested in my modelling life.
“So, am I the first transgender woman you have dated?” I asked placing my hand on his thigh and trying to turn up the heat a little.
“Yes, that’s right,” he replied.
I waited for him to elaborate. He didn’t. I excused myself and went to the toilet.
It was obvious to me this wasn’t his idea. He had been told to date me for public relations reasons. I was a little disappointed. It was rare I felt comfortable wearing my stilettos on a date. I had high hopes, but they seemed dashed. I decided not to torture the poor young guy any further.
The rest of the dinner went pleasantly enough. We chatted about a range of topics and I kept my hands to myself. He did likewise, which didn’t surprise me. It was a nice night, but I’d decided he wasn’t my ‘plus-one’. At the end of the night he walked me to my door, and I gave him another kiss on the cheek. No brass ring this time.
The next morning the press was all a buzz about the date. There were plenty of photos on the television and on-line. It was a shame because we made a stunning couple. I immediately called Brad and talked him through the date. He listened to my description of the night and convinced me to stay strong. He could always cheer me up.
The rumours of our impending marriage quickly died down when Dale was caught dating an up and coming female singer less than a week later. No matter how hard they try, some guys can’t make the adjustment. Oh well his loss. I’m still going to Ronald’s grand opening and Dale’s not.
I texted my publicist, “Goldilocks says too straight.”