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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?
Inspired by a love for Japan and admiration for Aussie Girl Marsh Long Instagram @MarshLong
Here is a short sample from the book:
Monday morning, I was back in the old routine. I picked up two coffees at the station and wandered down onto the platform to find Yuki. She looked incredible in a pair of blue plaid shorts, a white bustier, a white lined jacket and white ankle boots. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail highlighting her perfectly proportioned ears. I handed her the coffee.
“I’m so sorry for the misunderstanding on Saturday,” I said. “I had no idea Georgia would mislead me.”
“Well it looks like she timed her hit on me perfectly,” she replied. “Anyhow, May seems nice. Is it serious?”
“We had an amazing time together,” I replied. “So, I think it may be serious.”
“Sounds like you’re still deciding to me,” she replied. “Let’s see where it goes.”
Things got back to normal until later that afternoon. Our project team had a closed meeting, which meant Yuki, Georgia and I got to share a small meeting room for an hour.
“Hey Georgia,” Yuki asked. “Why did you tell Ryan I was a lesbian?”
Georgia looked at me and went bright red.
“He must have misunderstood me,” she replied. “I never used the word lesbian.”
“So, are you still pissed at me for calling dibs on him first?” Yuki said.
“Well, you can’t call dibs from overseas,” she replied. “It’s not right.”
“That’s how we roll here in Japan,” Yuki said. “Too few good men to go around, sister.”
“Like you’d ever be short of a man,” Georgia replied. “Okay, I’m sorry, but I find it hard to compete. Just look at you.”
As quickly as it started, the discussion was over, and we moved on. It was an uncomfortable experience for me, but I’d recover.
“So, what’s the plan for Friday night?” I asked trying to change the subject. “Karaoke was fun.”