Lily G. Blunt : Textual Confusion by Fifer Rose

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Book Title: Textual Confusion

Author and Publisher: Fifer Rose

Release Date: October 24, 2024

Pairing: MM

Tense/POV: limited third person (unreliable narrator), past tense

Genres: Contemporary MM romance

Tropes: accidental sugar baby, mistaken identity, billionaire

Themes: drama, younger/older man, class difference, self-esteem issues

Heat Rating: 4.5 flames

Length: 124 000 words

It is a standalone story with no cliffhanger. Happily-ever-after guaranteed.

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Impersonating the sugar baby of the richest, meanest CEO in the city? Not Asher’s brightest ever idea.

Falling in love with him? Frickin’ catastrophic.

Blurb

I need you tomorrow.

Same time and place as last week.

Who dis?

Did I f*ck you stupid last time? You know.

Between barely scraping by financially and dealing with a stalker ex-boyfriend, Asher’s life was already problematic enough before randomly receiving a string of texts from an unknown number in the middle night.

He should have just done what a normal person would do and ignore them.

But since when had Asher ever been normal? Besides, based on the not-quite-nudes the guy sent, he was clearly hot.

Against his better judgment, Asher responds – which doesn’t take long to devolve into depraved sexting.

He wasn’t expecting the man to Venmo him an eye-popping amount of cash for his trouble. (Not that he ever got the money. The guy didn’t know who he was – or that he was even another man, for that matter.)

That should have been the end of it. Except they keep texting. And, like the utter moron he is, it doesn’t take long for Asher to catch feelings.

Honestly, he ought to know better than to fall for rich assholes by now.

(Otherwise known as how Asher Kodet, twenty-three-year-old baker extraordinaire, becomes the accidental sugar baby of Markus Kingston, richest, meanest – but actually the frickin’ sweetest – billionaire CEO in all of Seattle.)

Excerpt

“What am I going to do?”

“I say we open an OnlyFans account and start selling pictures of your ass. I mean, the going price is apparently 500 bucks a snapshot. What the hell are we working here for?”

“You plan to profit off my ass?” Asher asked incredulously.

“I mean, it is pretty magnificent. A bona fide piece of art. And I would know, I majored in Art.” A pause. “Which is probably why I’m still working at this dump.”

“It’s not that bad here.”

“You only say that because Mr. Brittle has a perpetual hard-on for you. Again, probably because of that ass.”

“Mr. Brittle’s old enough to be my grandpa. His… equipment probably doesn’t even work! He just likes me because I’m on time and respectful. I, for one, never told him that the saggy skin under his neck makes him resemble a mastiff.”

“What? It was a compliment! I love dogs. Everyone loves dogs.”

“That doesn’t mean they want to be told they look like one!” Asher pinched the bridge of his nose. “Anyway, can we focus on the topic at hand, please? You read the messages. I’m supposed to be meeting this guy tonight.”

She scoffed. “No, you’re not supposed to be meeting him. His hooker or sugar baby or whoever it is he apparently pays for orgasms is supposed to meet him. Those messages were intended for that person, not you.”

Asher frowned. “Yeah, but I’m the one who received them. I’m the one who-”

“-told him you wanted him to spank your hole. Yeah, I saw. But he doesn’t know that. He doesn’t know who you are. Because you didn’t tell him.”

About the Author

Fifer Rose is a happily married mother of four human children and two very spoiled cats.

When she is not wiping snotty noses or being bullied into feeding her cats (again?!), she can be found obsessing over M/M romance. She loves all the tropes, some of her favorite being enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, sugar daddy, and mistaken identity. She also has a penchant for A/B/O dynamics.

While Fifer is a sucker for angst, a happily-ever-after is a MUST in all she reads and writes.

Unrelated hobbies include baking, attempting to golf (for her husband’s sake), and daydreaming about traveling. (No actual traveling because did you see the part about four kids?)

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