Cranky - The Book Curmudgeon: Cover and Excerpt Reveal! Follow My Lead by Louisa Masters

Release Date: February 27, 2020

Cover Design: Reese Dante Designs

Synopsis

Dimi Weston has always loved the theater—just not as much as loves managing things. His job at Joy Universe lets him manage to his heart’s content, and he fills his free time with community theater. Now, though, he’s being offered a promotion to his dream job: managing Joy Universe’s brand-new theater production company. JU really does make dreams come true—or so he thinks until he meets the ex-Broadway director he’ll have to work with.

Jason Philips is shocked to discover the hot younger guy he was trying to impress at a community theater is going to be managing the production company that just hired him. Scarred by the bad breakup of a long-term relationship, Jase is already nervous about getting back into dating… and now he’s accidentally offended the first guy he tried to flirt with and now has to work with.

As Dimi and Jason get stuck into the craziness of the theater, they have to contend with family, exes, and the nosiness of their colleagues, but nothing will stop them from making this venture a success.

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Excerpt

I wander through the crowd with a grin on my face and a plastic champagne flute in hand. It’s

filled with a cheapish sparkling wine we got from a discount wine distributor, but the taste

isn’t bad and the alcohol goes to my head just like the expensive stuff. Not that I’ve had the

expensive stuff that often.

People stop me to say hello and congratulate me on the show, and I make sure I talk

to each for a few minutes. A community theater is dependent entirely on community

goodwill—local businesses sponsor us, and we get free labor from volunteers. Not to mention

all our amateur performers and crew. It’s important to keep interest and engagement high. We

won’t begin work on the winter/spring season until next year, so it’s especially vital to leave

a strong impression tonight.

I thank the elderly couple I’ve been talking to again for their generous contribution,

and they drift away with smiles on their faces. I’m about to go looking for my friends from

JU who were in the audience tonight when a hand touches my arm and a smooth, deep voice

says, “Hi.”

I turn, and oh my God, Jason Philips is talking to me. He’s smiling at me. His sherry-

brown eyes are warm, the corners crinkling attractively. The silver at his temples and

scattered amongst his thick chestnut hair gives him that air of distinction some older men get.

“Hi,” I breathe, then mentally slap myself and offer a hand for him to shake. I am a

respected professional, damn it. “Hello.”

He takes my hand and shakes it but doesn’t immediately let go. “I’m Jason.”

Would it be totally unprofessional to say “Yeah, I know” and make heart eyes at him?

I mean, I’ve seen his picture, so I knew he was attractive, but nobody warned me that in

person his attractiveness becomes devastating.

“Dimi,” I manage, pulling back my hand before it gets weird. “Nice to meet you. Did

you enjoy the show?” I try not to sound too eager to hear his opinion.

He shrugs. “It was charming. Nothing like what I’m used to in New York, of course.”

Uhhhhh.

Did he really just say that?

Like… really?

Does he not know how rude it was? The words were… fine, not great but not overtly

offensive, but his tone…. That dismissive shrug. I’m the producer of the show he just

flippantly blew off, so how can his comment be considered anything but rude?

Don’t get me wrong, I know the show doesn’t compare to anything he’s used to in

New York. Or even to anything we’ll be doing with the new production company.

This is community theater, and while we have some talented amateurs on cast, none of them has had formal acting training.

Nobody’s a professional actor. Nobody’s even worked on a professional show before.

But they worked hard and did a great job—I did a great job. Our

performances are always entertaining and sold out.

I still don’t know what to say. I have to work with this guy, so calling him a dick and

storming off is probably a bad idea, as much as I want to. But I can’t just let him think his

behavior is okay. Joyville is the only town anywhere near Joy Universe, which means he’ll be

living here and a part of the community.

“I don’t think anyone involved aspired to reach the lofty standard set by New York.

They did, however, work hard to provide entertainment in a community space that’s

accessible to everyone. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” I shoot him a cool smile to match my

cool tone, then turn and stroll away as though I’ve already forgotten all about him. Inside,

I’m leaping in the air and high-fiving myself.

“Hey, Dim!”

I look in the direction of the shout and see my boss—ex-boss—Derek waving at me.

Grinning, I head in his direction.

“Great show,” he declares. “Those kids at the end were super cute.”

“Thanks.” He’s right about the kids, but oh my God, it was absolute murder getting

them to cooperate. Five-year-olds are way too distractible.

“I saw you talking to Jason. He’s a nice guy, yeah?”

I hesitate, because if I say Jason was a huge douchemonkey and that working with

him is going to be a nightmare, is that too much like complaining to my boss that my job’s

too hard? But Derek’s my colleague now, not my boss, and lately we’ve been becoming

friends, too.

In the end, I settle on, “We might have rubbed each other the wrong way, but I think

he’ll be great at the job.”

Derek raises an eyebrow and looks over my shoulder in the direction I’ve just come

from. I look too, and see Jason talking to Trav, Derek’s boyfriend and the person who put us

in contact with Jason in the first place. They’ve worked together before, are friendly, and

Trav heard a rumor that Jason was looking to get away from the city for personal reasons, so

it wasn’t a huge leap.

Trav sees us watching and waves, then says something to Jason and gestures in our

direction. Jason turns, scanning the crowd, and I know when he sees Derek because he smiles

and waves. Then his gaze moves to me, and his jaw drops.

Ah.

Suddenly I get it. He didn’t know who I was. I thought he’d come over to introduce

himself because Derek and Trav had told him we’d be working together, but the expression

of horror on his face as Trav talks is pretty indicative that he had no idea.

I lift my hand and give him a little finger wiggle, smirking. It’s a dick move, but he

called my production “charming” in that smug voice. I’m entitled to a little petty revenge.

“Why do I get this feeling I need to install spy cameras in your office?” Derek asks, a

thread of laughter in his voice.

I give him my best innocent look. “I have no idea what you mean.”

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About the Author

Louisa Masters started reading romance much earlier than her mother thought she should. While other teenagers were sneaking out of the house, Louisa was working out how to read romance novels without being discovered. As an adult, she feeds her addiction in every spare second, only occasionally tearing herself away to do things like answer the phone and pay bills. She lives in Melbourne, Australia, where she whines about the weather for most of the year while secretly admitting she'll probably never move.