THE OPPOSITE OF YOU by Rachel Higginson is LIVE!

BLURB

I’ve sworn off men. 

All men. 

Famous last words, right? You’re expecting some epic tale of reluctant love and my dramatic change of heart? Well, you’re not going to get it. 

I’m stubborn. And headstrong. And I’ve just survived the worst three years of my life. After escaping an abusive boyfriend to live in hostels and cheap hotels while I worked my way across Europe, I’ve come to two conclusions. 

The first? Now that I’m back home, I’m going to squander my expensive culinary degree on a food truck that caters to the late night drunk crowd. 

The second? I’m going to prove to the bastard across the plaza that my street food is better than his fussy five course monstrosities.

Killian Quinn might be Food and Wine’s Chef to Watch Out For. He might have a Michelin Star. He might have every food critic in the city wrapped around his too-large fingers. But he’s also pretentious and unbearably arrogant and the very opposite of me. 

So he can keep his unsolicited advice and his late night visits and his cocky smiles. I want none of it. Or him. 

I want the opposite. 

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TEASER

I clenched my teeth so hard, my jaw ticked. He was a pushy, intrusive asshole. And completely right. Damn him. I shoved my way between him and the stove, grabbing for the red pepper flakes, just to make a point that this was still my kitchen. 

“You went a little light.” 

He peered over my shoulder, his chest pressing momentarily against my back. His deep voice rumbled in my ear. “Careful, chef.” 

I shivered. I couldn’t help it. He made the relentless summer day feel frigid compared to his body heat. His breath danced along my earlobe and despite the savory sauce filling the kitchen with Mediterranean scents and tangible defeat, all I could smell was him.

The whisk in my hand trembled once, twice. I leaned back into him, unable to resist exploring what it would feel like to be pressed against his hard chest, how he would make me feel against his body.

I had to know.

He leaned closer, and my shoulders settled against him, his hand landing on my hip with the lightest touch. A ripple of uncertainty vibrated through me. I should pull away. I shouldn’t have gotten this close to begin with.

I started to step to the side and Killian’s fingers dug into my hip, holding me in place, taking the decision away from me. His touch was light only seconds before now it was strong, familiar, possessive. He was used to getting his way and I’d suddenly stopped coming up with reasons why I shouldn’t let him have it.  

REVIEW

Really really liked this story!

Here are some things that made this book special to me:

- Killian: OMG, I loved him! As a famous chef, he is what we expect him to be, a perfectionist, an asshole sometimes, but what I loved about him is the hidden aspects of his personality. He is supportive, generous, protective, really an amazing guy. He is the perfect man for Vera

- Vera: her past burnt her, both from a professional and personal side, so she's skittish about entering a new relationship with someone who is also again part of her work world, but I appreciated her ability to trust again. Yes, she had some doubts, obviously and rightly, but she didn't let them stop her from reaching her happiness.

- Ezra and Molly: oh la laaaa! I want their story, STAT!

And last thing, I loved the recipes in the story! Well, they made me hungry, but nevertheless, they were a nice touch and who knows, maybe once I will try one out!