Not Your Biggest Fan by Sara Ney Series: Not Yours #1
Published by Montlake on January 28, 2025
USA Today bestselling author Sara Ney sizzles with a quick-witted, sexy romp about an eager entrepreneur and a cocky football star who couldn’t be more different—or more into each other.
Harlow James is destined to rock the dating world. The creator of Kissmet, the app helping singles find love, she’s in New York to secure advertisers. But the sassy, small-town girl can’t help meddling in other people’s business.
When she runs into a muscular stranger at her go-to food truck, Harlow doesn’t realize he’s Landon “Andy” Burke, the NFL’s most-wanted free agent, in town to talk contracts. She just sees a hottie about to get burned by undercooked street food. Though she tries to warn him, he shrugs her off, making a little wager instead.
In a messy twist of fate, Andy finds himself in the same hotel as Harlow. When she collects on their bet, they make a mind-blowing—and bed-rocking—connection. But after the weekend, she goes home to Green Bay to her goofy dad and corgi, ready to focus everything on work again. Kissmet, however, has other ideas, when Andy knocks on her door…
“Are you going up?”
Weakly, I nod.
Her hands go out as if she were about to lift a baby. Me. I’m the baby. “Do you need help? I can get someone—I don’t think I can carry you myself.”
“You won’t have to carry me.” I wave a hand in front of my face. “I’m fine. It’s fine. These things are fast, I’ll be upstairs in no time.”
“You’re sick, aren’t you?” She flips her wrist and fusses with her watch, checking the time. “Only took you a few hours, eh? That’s got to be a record for food poisoning; doesn’t it usually take a while?” She pauses again, shifting on her heels. “Not going to say I told you so but . . . looks like you might owe me.”
“Yeah,” I croak. “What are the odds we’d bump into each other again?”
What are the odds I would actually get sick?
What are the odds she’d be stepping out of the elevator while I was trying to step on?
What are the fucking odds?
She moves aside so I can step all the way into the elevator car, my stomach bubbling again.
My face blanches. I can feel it.
“Well. Clearly you’re not feeling well and probably want to get to your room, so I won’t keep you.” She has the balls to laugh. “And I have to get going too. I’m in room 905, you can send up a message.”
Nine oh five, nine oh five.
“A message for what?”
The doors slowly begin to slide closed—at a snail’s pace, of course—the young woman from the park giving me a cheeky wave through the crack.
“Dinner. You owe me, and do I look like the kind of girl who passes up a free meal?” She wiggles her fingers. “Toodles!”
I stare through the doors, all three inches of the gap.
And just before that gap in the door is gone, she winks.
Actually fucking winks.
About Sara Ney
Sara Ney is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the How to Date a Douchebag series, and is best known for her sexy, laugh-out-loud New Adult romances. Among her favorite vices, she includes: iced latte’s, historical architecture and well-placed sarcasm. She lives colorfully, collects vintage books, art, loves flea markets, and fancies herself British.
She lives with her husband, children, and her ridiculously large dog.