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Blog Tour & Review::: 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.
5 of 5 Hearts
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. 


Caresa

As my papa’s G5 began its descent, I looked out of the window beside me and waited for the plane to break through the clouds. I held my breath, body tense, then suddenly the burnt-orange remnants of daylight flooded the plane, bathing the interior with a soft, golden glow. I inhaled deeply. Italia.
Fields and fields of green and yellow created a patchwork quilt below, rolling hills and crystal-blue lakes stretching as far the eye could see. I smiled as a sense of warmth ran through me.
It was the most beautiful place on earth.
Sitting back in my wide cream leather chair, I closed my eyes and tried to prepare myself for what was coming. I was flying to Florence airport, from where I would be swiftly taken to the Palazzo Savona estate just outside of the city.
I would meet Prince Zeno.
I had met him twice before—once when I was four, of which I had no memory, and again when I was ten. The interaction we’d had as children had been brief. If I was being honest, I had found Zeno to be arrogant and rude. He had been thirteen at the time and not at all interested in meeting a ten-year-old girl from America.
Neither of us had known at the time that that our betrothal had been agreed upon two years prior. It turned out that the trip my papa had taken to Umbria when I was eight was to secure a forever-bond between the Savonas and the Acardis. King Santo and my father had planned for their only children to marry. They were already joined in business; Zeno’s arranged marriage to me would also strengthen both families’ place in society.
I thought back on my New York farewell of nine hours ago and sighed. My parents had driven me to the private hangar and said their goodbyes. My mama cried—her only child was leaving her for a new life. My papa, although sad to see me go, beamed at me with the utmost pride. He had held me close and whispered, “I have never been more proud of you than I am right now, Caresa. Savona Wines’ stock has plummeted since Santo’s death. This union will reassure all the shareholders that our business is still strong. That we are still a stable company with Zeno at the helm.”
I had given him a tight smile and boarded the plane with a promise that they would see me before the wedding. And that had been that.
I was to marry Zeno, and I hadn’t protested even once. I imagined to most modern-day women living in New York, the process of arranged marriages sounded positively medieval, even barbaric. For a blue blood, it was simply a part of life.
King Santo Savona died two months ago. The shareholders of his many Italian vineyards, the stakeholders in Savona Wines, had expected his son, Zeno, to immediately step up and take charge. Instead, Zeno had plunged himself into the party scene even harder than before—and that was quite a feat. Within weeks my papa had flown out to Umbria to see what could be done.
The answer: our imminent union.

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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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