“We were from two completely different worlds. We weren’t written in the stars.”
For starters, this book isn’t bad at all. My 3 star rating is because my own personal preferences prevented me from enjoying this story more. I still liked it, of course, I just didn’t love it.
This story is about Caresa and Achille (love his name btw) lol
Caresa is soon to marry a prince from Italy, something she has always dreamed of as a little girl. It’s just that the prince she is marrying isn’t the one she wants.
Achille is a lonely and private man. After both parents passed away all he had left was his horses and his vineyard. Until Caresa enters his life.
There is an undeniable pull that neither of them can shake. But how could they make it work when they’re from two different worlds—Achille a simple winemaker and Caresa a Duchessa di Parma.
“Our situation was complex, yet I knew that falling in love with her would be the simplest thing in the world.”
As most know, insta-love isn’t really my cup of tea. That’s what happened here. The relationship progressed very quickly for my liking but it was still sweet nonetheless. Achille was a amazing man with a heart of gold. And seeing him fight his struggles alone was heartbreaking.
The story was also predicable. I knew what was coming—especially once that ‘big secret’ was revealed. But like I mentioned before, I still enjoyed the book and continue to adore this author as well.
A Veil of Vines is completely different from what Tillie usually writes. It is still a lovely romance novel that will satisfy all the hopeless romantics out there.
“Because from the moment I saw her, and allowed myself to fall in love, my soul recognized her as my own. And . . . we would never want to be separated from one another . . . . . . not even for a moment.”
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.
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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