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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 told by one of my friends. Of course, it's spiced up a little.
Here is a short sample from the book:
I froze at hearing the offer. It was one thing to be conversing with Victoria in the bath when there was a wall between us. But bubble bath or not, I felt worried about walking in to give her a drink while she was in the bath.
I started to drift back to her kissing me earlier. I kept seeing those dark and sultry eyes in my mind and her perfectly toned body. Sure, this was stepping over the line. Hell, I’m already so far over, what difference will another step make?
“Did you hear me?” she called out. “Bring it in when you have it ready.”
I grabbed the drink and tapped on the bathroom door.
“Are you decent?” I asked.
“Sure, come on in,” she replied.
I opened the door and there she was sitting in the bathtub with bubbles all across the top of the bath and covering most of her breasts.
“See I told you I was decent,” she said.
She was far more than decent.
I handed her the drink and as she leaned forward and reached out the bubbles fell away exposing her ample breasts. I couldn’t help but stare.
“Sorry about that,” she said. “I bet you’ve seen better at your local strip club.”
I hadn’t as I didn’t need to frequent strip clubs, but I laughed anyway.
“Sure,” I replied not quite knowing how else to respond.
“Thanks heaps hon,” she said. “Keep ‘em coming.”
I turned and wandered back into the bedroom. I didn’t want Victoria to think I was some kind of old pervert. But somehow, I didn’t think that was going to be the issue. I walked to the window and tried to find something other than Victoria’s perky breasts to focus on. I turned to the television, but that reminded me of the lie I had told. I thought about the kiss again.
“So, have you got a t-shirt or something for me to sleep in?” she asked.
“I’ll see what I’ve got,” I replied.