Monday, August 28, 2017

[Promo Event & 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.




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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A story that just Whispers in your ears, the sentiments delicate as a cobweb.....and equally strong and tensile. Tillie has a Poet's soul. She , I imagine, has music flowing through her heart when she writes a story so magnificient as this. 
I swear I could hear the Beethoven play, Verdi hum , felt the breeze sweeping the grape Vines and taste the heady Merlot. It's an intoxicating experience and my mind is still in a haze after finishing it !!

Caresa Acardi, the Duchessa di Parma is a Blue Blood from a long line of Aristocrats and Royalty. Hence she must marry Zeno Savona, a prince no less, now in line to be the King , as King Santo dies unexpectedly at a young age. His death not only abruptly haunts Zeno's playboy lifestyle, the Empirical Wine business of Savona and Arcadi is in jeopardy. The solution is a simple business arranged marriage, which is quite commonplace among the Royalty. 


“Welcome to the life of the European blue bloods of the Upper East Side! Drowning in Prada and Gucci, dripping in diamonds, but having no free will to call our own!”

Love has no place here. 
But love finds a way, wrapping it's Vines silently around the heart of Caresa when she moves to Umbtia, Italy to marry Zeno. 



Achille Marchesi is an artist......of Vines. His hands , head and heart are the instruments he uses to be one with the soil and grapes to make vintage, award winning Bella Collina Reserve Merlot. The Brightest and the Biggest Jewel in the Savona Wineries crown. Yet he is a simple man, with severe disability. Two simple pure hearts coming together in this Vineyard is a magic in itself, they could be from parallel universes , yet destiny chooses who you fall in love with , not lineage.



"when we’re born, we also have the other half of us, our split-apart, waiting for us out there in the world.once you find that person, your split-apart, you are blanketed by such belonging, such desire, that you will never want to be without it . . . as Plato said, ‘and they don’t want to be separated from one another, not even for a moment.’”

My God ...the lines she writes are so beautiful, I was scared to read this book too fast or too soon. There are moments that will make you cry, make you fall in love , and then make you sigh !
It's a passionately tender love story.
Another feather in Tillie's Illustrious crown of words!!!
5 Heady Bella Collins stars 
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