by Tillie Cole
Release Date:
November 29th, 2016
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Genres:
Contemporary
Romance
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Source:
Author via BT Host
eARC received in exchange of honest review
Synopsis:
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 we share to our home country’s most important family of all.
I am Caresa Acardi, 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 abolishment 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 him. And everything changed.
Release Date:
November 29th, 2016
Add to Goodreads
Genres:
Contemporary
Romance
Blog Tour Hosted by:
Ardent Prose PR
Source:
Author via BT Host
eARC received in exchange of honest review
Synopsis:
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 we share to our home country’s most important family of all.
I am Caresa Acardi, 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 abolishment 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 him. And everything changed.
Excerpt:
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.
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.
Review:
Rating:
Books like A Veil of Vines are the reason I love reading and authors like Tillie Cole are the reason I always come back for more! I fell in love with Tillie Cole’s dark romance series and I’m always left speechless when she writes sweet, romantic and heart-melting contemporary romance novels. Tillie Cole is like a little bookish chameleon that always knows how to captivate readers and kept them turning the pages until the very end! You can be swooning one moment and crying the other. She delivers all the feels in every single book that she writes.
Pack your bags, grab a glass of Vino and escape to beautiful and romantic Italy! Caresa Arcadi, Duchessa di Parma, single days are over. Her destiny is to marry Prince Zeno Savona. That is what their family have decided and even if they have no feelings for each other, they go along with this decision. When Caresa arrives in Umbria, she knows what is expected of her and she has no problem following her destiny. Until she meets Achille Marchesi. The shy winemaker is consuming all of her thoughts. She knows she is playing with fire by spending time with him, but she can’t stay away. Achille knows he can’t keep Caresa. Her destiny is to marry Prince Zeno Savona. Will their love be strong enough to overcome the obstacles thrown their way?
Caresa and Achille stole my heart from page one! Caresa is the kind of heroine I love to cheer for. She’s strong, confident and kind. Achille is a sweetheart with a shy side and a heart of gold. I felt their connection from the moment that they met and the more I read their story, the more my heart was bursting with joy. I was at the edge of my seat for their first kiss and the butterflies in my stomach made an appearance more than once. Their attraction was instant and even if it took them no time to declare how they felt for one another, I never felt that their story was rushed. It was beautiful and unforgettable love story. I loved how this couple grew as a couple, but as individuals as well. It was emotional to read about their personal struggles. I wanted to give them each a comforting hug. I will without a doubt read their story again. It’s the perfect reading escape!
The other characters of this story added their own little touch of awesomeness to this book. Zeno was an intriguing character and Pia was an unexpected surprise. I know that this is a standalone, but I would not mind reading a book for each of these characters. Their story needs to be told in my opinion. If you are looking for a romance novel that will deliver all the feels and that will leave you with a big smile on her face, look no further. AVOV is the story that you are looking for! Fabulous work by Tillie Cole!
Pack your bags, grab a glass of Vino and escape to beautiful and romantic Italy! Caresa Arcadi, Duchessa di Parma, single days are over. Her destiny is to marry Prince Zeno Savona. That is what their family have decided and even if they have no feelings for each other, they go along with this decision. When Caresa arrives in Umbria, she knows what is expected of her and she has no problem following her destiny. Until she meets Achille Marchesi. The shy winemaker is consuming all of her thoughts. She knows she is playing with fire by spending time with him, but she can’t stay away. Achille knows he can’t keep Caresa. Her destiny is to marry Prince Zeno Savona. Will their love be strong enough to overcome the obstacles thrown their way?
Caresa and Achille stole my heart from page one! Caresa is the kind of heroine I love to cheer for. She’s strong, confident and kind. Achille is a sweetheart with a shy side and a heart of gold. I felt their connection from the moment that they met and the more I read their story, the more my heart was bursting with joy. I was at the edge of my seat for their first kiss and the butterflies in my stomach made an appearance more than once. Their attraction was instant and even if it took them no time to declare how they felt for one another, I never felt that their story was rushed. It was beautiful and unforgettable love story. I loved how this couple grew as a couple, but as individuals as well. It was emotional to read about their personal struggles. I wanted to give them each a comforting hug. I will without a doubt read their story again. It’s the perfect reading escape!
The other characters of this story added their own little touch of awesomeness to this book. Zeno was an intriguing character and Pia was an unexpected surprise. I know that this is a standalone, but I would not mind reading a book for each of these characters. Their story needs to be told in my opinion. If you are looking for a romance novel that will deliver all the feels and that will leave you with a big smile on her face, look no further. AVOV is the story that you are looking for! Fabulous work by Tillie Cole!
Rating:
I give, A Veil of Vines, by Tillie Cole, 5 fantastic, passionate, romantic, butterfly inducing stars!
About the Author:
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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