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Release Day Blitz and Review ::: A Veil of Vines by Tillie Cole

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To most people, princes, princesses, counts and dukes are found only in the pages of the most famous of fairytales. Crowns, priceless jewels and gilded thrones belong only in childhood dreams.
But for some, these frivolous fancies are truth.
For some, they are real life.
On Manhattan’s Upper East Side, people have always treated me as someone special. All because of my ancestral name and legacy. All because of a connection I share to our home country’s most important family of all.
I am Caresa Acardi, the Duchessa di Parma. A blue blood of Italy. I was born to marry well. And now the marriage date is set.
I am to marry into House Savona. The family that would have been the royals had Italy not abolished the monarchy in 1946. But to the aristocrats of my home, the abolition means nothing at all.
The Savonas still hold power where it counts most.
In our tight-knit world of money, status and masked balls, they are everything and more.
And I am soon to become one of them.
I am soon to become Prince Zeno Savona’s wife…
… or at least I was, until I met Achille.
And everything changed.



The moment I started reading this book, I just knew it was going to take me on a journey. From the prolog to the very last line I was captivated by the world Tillie Cole created. Her words flowed so eloquently as I   devoured this book one page at a time. 

You know when you start and it just touches your soul. Well, Veil of Vines did that for me. It was as if Caresa and Achille's very heartache and happiness spoke to me. I wanted to cry and laugh right along with them. 

My heart was captivated by their story. 

Poor Caresa Acardi, the Duchessa di Parma was destined to marry into the house of Savona from the time she was a small child. She knew that her husband to be Zeno was a playboy. She was not naive going into her marriage with Zeno. It was a marriage of necessity, not love. 

My heart ached for Caresa when she first met Zeno, he was everyone woman's dream and a future wife's nightmare. He knew women loved him and he loved them. She also knew this man was hurting and did not know how to handle his families business.  She let him know quickly that she was not a pushover. 

When Caresa met Achille, she knew this man was special. Her description of him had me drooling with her and wanting to get to know him with her. This man was perfection. She knew it. Even if no one else took the time to.

One of my favorite things about Achille Marchesi was that he was a simple man. He was beautiful, innocent, and saw the best in everyone but himself at times. He did not need praises or someone telling him how fantastic he was. He did what he loved because he loved it, not because he was told to do it. 

Caresa noticed quickly that Achille had his routine and did everything with his whole heart. So when she points out something she has noticed and he asks her to drop it, he should have known she wouldn't drop something she cared about so deeply. 

The pull between Caresa and Achille warmed my heart. The bond they shared was more than either expected. They both needed someone to love them for them. Not because of a title or obligation. Just pure love that was raw and emotional.  

“I knew,” I said as I ran my thumb over his kiss-swollen lips. “I knew, and I was honored. I . . . I still can’t believe it was me you chose. It is me who was given a gift. Your heart.”

If you are in need of a love story to get lost in, this book is for you. Forbidden love so pure and tender you cannot help but fall in love with these two. 

Bravo Tillie Cole. You captivated my heart. Can I have more Achille now, please? That ending was perfect. 


I opened the window beside me and stared at the illuminated entrance. I swallowed hard and placed my empty glass on the bar. Metal groaned, breaking through the twilight, as the massive black wrought-iron gates began to open. The limo slowly pulled onto the property’s lane, and I drank in the thick forest that shielded the estate. I inhaled the freshness of the lush green trees. The unpolluted sky was thick with stars—not a single cloud in sight.
A few minutes later, the thick woods cleared, and I gasped. Acres and acres of gold and green vineyards covered the landscape. The scents of plump grapes and damp soil permeated the warm air. I closed my eyes. It reminded me of being a child. It brought me back to the days before I was taken to New York. I could still feel the heat of the Emilia-Romagna sun on my face, the deep smell of olives, grapes and flowers drifting in the breeze as I ran around our Parma estate.
I smiled a nostalgic smile and allowed my eyes to drift open again. I rested my arms on the window and leaned my chin on them as the limo drove on. There were several small villas peppered over the landscape, their lights twinkling in the distance. They must have been the winemakers’ residences. It was not only the Bella Collina merlot that was made on this land; other reds were too—particularly the Chianti from the region’s finest Sangiovese grapes. The Bella Collina olive oil was also up there with the best. But nothing compared to the famed merlot.
The limo turned right, and my breath caught in my throat. I lifted my head and stared disbelievingly at the property ahead. Bella Collina was a veritable Palace of Versailles tucked away in the Umbrian wilderness.
“Mio Dio,” I whispered as I took in the imposing stone structure, the sweeping steps and the vast number of windows set in the building’s walls. Large pillars of red-veined marble flanked the entrance. Cypress trees framed the estate as if it were the shining star of a fine Renaissance painting. Sculptures of famed Savona monarchs of old stood proudly on the manicured lawns, and strategically placed lighting illuminated the sheer perfection of every piece of topiary.
As a child, I had been to the Palazzo Savona in Florence. It was widely regarded to be one of the finest estates in all of Italy, if not western Europe. But this . . . this . . . there were no words. It was perfectly placed, as if it had always been there. As if it had grown naturally from the Umbrian earth just as sure as the vines and woods that kept this architectural treasure hidden from view.




Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.

After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel.

Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters.

Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.

When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.







































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