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.

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.


A story about modern day royalty and the obligations that come with being a member of an “exclusive, tight-knit world” – one that looks its nose down at those of lower social status and one that puts duty before love and traditions before heart is an intriguing one because it illustrates old world beliefs and the power that comes with being a blue blood as well as what that position costs those who, while being a part of the aristocracy, would much rather marry for love and passion than for business and securing family ties.

Tillie Cole is a masterful story teller; she writes in such a way that allows readers to truly understand each of her character’s wants and needs, and she easily conveys what her characters’ hearts deserve, even in one as quiet and introverted as Achille Marchesi. Achille’s is such a beautiful man who leads a solitary life by choice, but he also believes that’s the only way a man like him can live. He is not a man of wealth or title, but he is a passionate man – one who takes pride in his job as a wine maker and finds validation in his skills by how other praise the quality of his product.

Caresa Acardi may be the Duchessa di Parma, but she is nothing like what a stereotypical princess is believed to be. She’s kind and generous…hard working and honorable, and while she knows what is expected on her and tries to embrace her new life as the fiancee of Prince Zeno Savona, she can’t completely give herself over to her family duty because her heart yearns for more than just an arranged marriage with a man whose reputation as a playboy is more than just gossip. 

The idea of soul mates is not a new concept, but the way Cole explains the theory of split-aparts and then uses her characters to demonstrate how heart warming and heart breaking that kind of connection can be makes it an awe inspiring experience, one that readers embrace due to Cole’s meticulous illustrations.

A Veil of Vines is an emotional journey for both Caresa and Achille as well as readers. There’s quite the history lesson explored in the story – one that reveals life changing secrets and one that puts the ideas of family, duty, and honor at the forefront of everyone’s minds.

The idea of a heart’s passion and what it means to be part of a whole due to a strong bond of love, commitment, and sacrifice are all ideas that Tille Cole explores in Caresa and Achille’s story and as their souls merge and outside forces try to overpower what they feel for one another, readers truly understand that even though differing worlds and obligations can attempt to prevent what’s meant to be, there’s still a way to remain whole and solidify a love created out of nothing but vines.

4.5 Poison Apples

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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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