Review: A Veil of Vines by Tillie Cole

Posted December 1, 2016 by Quinn in Blog Tours, Giveaways, Reviews / 1 Comment

Review: A Veil of Vines by Tillie ColeA Veil of Vines by Tillie Cole
four-half-stars
on November 27, 2016
Pages: 290
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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.

 

REVIEW:

 

Move over Romeo and Juliet, there’s a new epic love story of star-crossed lovers and forbidden love! Wow, only Tillie Cole can pull out a novel like this. Her diversity in her writing blows me away! If someone asked me to sum up what this book is about or like, I would say that it’s a modern day fairytale. Yes, I said that right, Tillie Cole wrote a modern day FAIRYTALE! And it was gorgeous.

If you love romance, but never have delved into historical romance, this may be new for you. **AVOV is NOT a historical romance** AVOV is the epitome of the definition of romance. It will take you back into the days of Shakespeare, Bronte, and Austen.

I’m torn here because I want to get into the depths about this tale. I want to weave you in and out of the plots and side plotlines, but I’m also ecstatic that I got to go into this practically blind. Tillie is an instant buy author for me, so it was not a question that I was going to read AVOV. But this book, like every book that she writes, is different. I would encourage that if you are like me and love going into one of your favorite author’s new releases blind, to stop here. Go for it! You will not be disappointed. If you are one that needs more than the blurb to encourage you to one-click, then please read on.

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Caresa Acardia is the Duchessa di Parma. She is the type of heroine that I love the most. She’s smart, she’s beautiful, she is royalty, but in turn she is grounded to reality. She treats others as she wishes to be treated and she has a heart of gold. But with a title comes duty and although her title hasn’t been recognized in decades, arranged marriages are still relevant.

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.

Caresa is not foolish enough to think that her betrothal to Prince Zeno will blossom into love. It is nothing more than a business transaction. But she is not pleased that she has been stowed away in sleepy Umbria, Italy while the Prince continues to gallivant in his play-boy ways. Caresa has grown up knowing the ins and outs of the wine industry. While out exploring the winery grounds she discovered a quaint little cottage as well as it’s owner, Achille Marchesi.

I studied him, finding myself wishing he would speak more. He was incredibly shy and timid, that was for sure. I found it curiously endearing.

Achille was a man very different than what Caresa was used to. In her loneliness Caresa was instantly attached to Achille, wanting to learn everything that she could about the process of making wine. In turn she unveiled the depths of Achille’s character.

Throughout the morning, Achille had mostly kept quiet. He wasn’t one to waste his words. Everything he said was direct and offered with purpose–an instruction or explanation or, my favorite, praise that I had done something right. But there was no awkwardness in our lack of conversation. Words had not been needed. In the silence, he displayed his greatness.

But true to all classic romantic tales, there is tragedy. Caresa was betrothed to Zeno, not Achille. They had found their other half, or as Plato put it, their split apart. But their timing was star crossed and their chance at true love may never come to fruition.

And then my heart broke, because whatever dormant spark had just ignited within us, it must not be given chance to flourish. Tears filled my eyes. This could never be. We were from two completely different worlds. We weren’t written in the stars. Caresa

We are made of the same soul but not of the same life. Achille

One of my favorite things about Tillie Cole’s writing is that she puts her characters in the most impossible situations. The complexity that went into this novel astounds me! Not just in her characters but in the setting, the wine making, the music, the horses, the royal order, Achille’s limitations, basically EVERYTHING that went into this book. So much research had to go into it to create the perfection that is before me. I had 40 highlights while reading this….40!

I struggled with my rating. I had a hard time with the first half of AVOV. I just wasn’t prepared for what I was in for. This book is special, it is enchanting, and it is exceptional!

Because sometimes, just sometimes, the sun and the moon align, bringing two people to the same place at the same time. Sometimes destiny guides them to exactly where they are meant to be. And their hearts fall in a tandem beat and their souls merge as one.

 

 

Quinn

**ARC provided in exchange for an honest review*

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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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About Tillie Cole

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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