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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?
Based on a true story and paying homage to the stunning transexual models
Here is a short sample from the book:
Natasha grabbed me by the hand and led me into a common room full of clients and staff. There must have been fifty people in the room and every one of them looked at Natasha and me the second we walked in, hand in hand.
“Don’t worry, no-one will ever know it’s you,” she whispered into my ear.
I was hoping she was right.
We sat in a quiet corner of the common room and Natasha ordered us drinks.
“Something to calm the nerves,” she said.
“I could use that,” I replied.
“You need to think like a girl,” she said. “And that means speaking more softly and higher pitched. You’ll get the idea.”
Natasha put her hand on my thighs and leaned in to kiss me. I could tell she was getting frisky but couldn’t stop looking into her honey brown eyes. I couldn’t believe how much trouble she had gone to. I felt many of the eyes of the clients trained on us, watching our every move. Madam X delivered the drinks.
“So, who’s your girlfriend Natasha?” Madam X asked. “Does she want a job? I’ve had three requests for the two of you. What should I tell the punters?”
Natasha turned to me.
“How would you like to have a threesome?” she whispered. “I think you’re ready for it, but I don’t want to force you. I understand it’s your session. But you’ll earn $600 for the hour, tax free.”
I looked at her and could tell she was serious. Bloody hell, I thought, that’s a month’s pay.
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you through it,” she added.
I looked her in the eye and nodded.
“Shayna and I would love to spend an hour with Mr Bridges,” she said turning back to Madam X.